Page 74 of Useless Love

I’m cut off by her lips all over mine. Still, I’m not taking the bait. I restrain myself, letting her kiss me until she is satisfied. Then we continue staring at each other.

“Do you like my lingerie?” she asks, biting her bottom lip. “Seems my sister Victoria snuck all my other stuff out and only packed me these to sleep in.”

I don’t know whether to call little Ms. Bencivenga and thank her or scold her for doing that. But I know if my princess doesn't have something decent to sleep in I'm not going to survive this trip. “Well, tomorrow I’ll take you shopping for whatever you like.”

“What do you like?”

I like what you’re wearing. The proof is in my pants.

I give her a soft kiss, amazed at my willpower in this moment. “It’s two in the morning, and we both need sleep. Let's talk about this tomorrow.”

Finally, she gets up. I’m just about to do the same, when my princess pushes the straps off her shoulders, and her tits fall out in all their glory. She shimmies out of the lingerie, completely naked.

“If you don’t like it, then I’m not gonna wear it,” she says.

Now, I’m no angel, and I never pretend to be one. It’s obvious she wants something, but every time I give her some intimacy, she pulls away from me after and looks like she regrets it. Or starts crying. I’m tired of seeing my princess cry.

But…I can feel my willpower breaking as she steps closer, staring down at me with a lot of need. I’m honestly a bit shocked—she’s being so forward, but there’s also a sweetness and innocence about it.

“Are you sure you’re tired?” she asks.

Fuck. Standing between my legs is the only woman I want. Her triple-D tits, with hardened nipples, are just begging for my attention. My resolve cracking, I left a finger and press it into her folds. She’s soaking wet, but then that little innocent crease forms between her brows like she’s worried about something. I think my princess is conflicted. She wants it, but I know her beliefs to wait for marriage are always warring with her. I don’t want her regretting something again, so I need to be the one to hold back.

But if she wants a little excitement…I can give her that.

Keeping my eyes on her, I unbuckle and unzip my pants, pulling my cock out of the opening in my boxers. I spread my legs and lean back so she can get a full view.

“This is what I like you wearing,” I tell her.

She nods as her cheeks turn pink and she gives me a little smile. I start stroking myself, ready to stop if it makes her uncomfortable. But she only watches.

“Is this what you want?” I finally ask.

I watch my princess slowly get on her knees then place her hands over mine. “I…I like thinking of our wedding night. I want you to spill inside of me then.”

Holy hell.

Upon hearing those words, I lose control, my balls tightens, and then thick cum spills from the top all over her fingers.

Gaia

I want to find the words to ask Carmine to pleasure me, but I can’t. All of this is so new. Why did I even initiate this? I loved watching him get off to me, but now I’m too hot. I’m also afraid if I ask, it might lead to something more.

I still don’t know if I’ll get to marry him—Mother said she would talk to Father and call me as soon as she has news—and waiting until marriage is just important. It will make our first time special.

But as I waited for Carmine to come home tonight, I thought about how he had touched me in the past and how much I missed it. I can tell he’s trying to keep his distance but…could it be okay if we just touch each other without going all the way? I’ve pushed him away so much that it looks like he doesn’t want to now. I thought wearing lingerie was a clear signal.

I guess I’ll have to speak up and tell him once I figure out the right words.

He grabs a towel from the bathroom and helps me clean my hands. I try to stand up, but my limbs feel like they're made of lead. Before I can fully grasp the situation, strong arms lift me gently. It's Carmine. He's picking me up from the floor, cradling me in his arms. He carries me to the bed and lays me down carefully. He drapes a blanket over my naked body. The warmth of it surrounds me, providing a comforting embrace. Carmine tucks me in, ensuring I'm covered and comfortable. Then his figure disappears behind the bathroom door and the shower turns on. I'm left alone with my thoughts, so I keep picturing him and all of the things we’ve done together—all of the sinful things you’re not supposed to do outside of marriage.

I’ve already asked forgiveness from God for those, and I'll have to ask for more forgiveness because I want to do more of those things with Carmine. I’m so bad, just like Arianna. And if Carmine doesn’t end up being my husband, that makes me the worst. Even if I maintain my virginity, my future husband won’t like that another man explored my body so much.

I have to hope and pray that everything will work out and Carmine will be my husband.

Regardless, I can’t stop thinking of how wonderful he looks in my suit; how powerful his hands were as he stroked himself. What would it feel like having him inside me? Would it be just as raw and primal? Would he be rough or gentle? I wonder what it will feel like…

I lower my hand between my legs, releasing a soft moan. I can’t stop thinking about having Carmine inside of me, clinging to his broad muscles as he pumps faster and faster. I think of him worshiping my breasts and…

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