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“No.”

She looked him in the eye and saw hisconfusion. She couldn’t help but smile. Damn it, why did he have tolook so adorable and sexy at the same time? It should be illegal or something, but insteadof complaining, she reached out and cupped his face.

He went to continue touching her, and shehad no choice but to grab his wrist, and as she did so, shetutted.

“No.”

He took a deep breath, and then steppedback. “Do you want to tell me why no?” he asked.

Tillie smiled at him. “You never take pleasure for yourself,”she said.

She saw the frown on his face. “I takepleasure.”

“Luca, we’ve not had sex since our weddingnight.” She saw his nostrils flare, but he didn’t attempt tointerrupt. He stayed perfectly still. “Why?”

For several seconds, he didn’t say a word,and Tillie waited with bated breath.

“If you don’t want me to touch you, thenall you have to do is say so.”

He went to pull away, but she wasn’t goingto allow him to do that. She had no choice but to capture his attention, and to dothat, she pressed his open palm against her breast, which seemed tosilence him for at least a moment.

Even now, she loved his touch. Her hand wasover his, but he covered her breast. In that moment, she absolutelyhated the feel of the clothing in the way. She wanted to be naked,with him touching her.

“You’re afraid of hurting me, aren’t you?”she asked.

There was no way she was going to allow himto get away with keeping her in the dark.

Luca stared at her. “Ihad no idea you were avirgin. It didn’t seem possible to me, and I wasn’t expecting it. Ishould have taken my time, been more careful with you, but Iwasn’t.”

He shook his head, and Tillie let go of hishands and cupped his face.

“Stop. You need to stop this. Stop theguilt, or whatever the hell it is you’re going through. I don’tcare. I … I want my husband. I want to be with you, and I don’tcare what happened in the past. We’re making this work, right?” sheasked. He gave a sudden nod of his head in response and she couldn’t help but laugh.“Good, because I want my husband to make love to me, or to … fuckme.” She licked her lips as her mouth suddenly felt so dry. “Andthe only way for me to do that … is for you to … have sex with me.Also, if we’re going to want to have babies, then we totally needto have s—” She didn’t get to finish what she was saying, but inthat moment she didn’t care, because Luca had grabbed her face andkissed her hard.

Chapter Eight

Luca was desperate to fuck his wife.He’d been wanting tosince that first night, but the memory of her pain, of hiscarelessness, plagued him. The last thing he wanted to ever do washurt her. Just the thought of it was enough to fill him with ananger and rage he couldn’t comprehend.

Kissing Tillie now, hearing her plea, heknew he had to get over his own shit and make love to his wife theway that she wanted, in truth, the way she deserved. He broke thekiss to stare into her eyes. As much as he’d love to beballs-deep inside her onthe dining room table, their true first time was not going to behere.

He took her hand, and without anotherword, he led her out of the dining room and toward the mainstaircase. Tillie didn’t argue, but she closed her hand around his, and he began to leadher to their bedroom. Stepping inside, he closed the door and thenbrought her in close.

He felt her sudden indrawn breath as hepressed his body against hers. He slid his hand down her back, going toward her shapelyass, which was one of the many things he loved about her. Hegripped the full ripeness of her ass, and then thrust his cockagainst her stomach.

Luca was hard as fucking rock, and he feltan overwhelming need to be inside her. He wasn’t some impatient schoolboy, though.Tonight was going to be about the two of them, and he was going tomake sure Tillie was mindless with pleasure. This time, when hepushed his cock deep inside her sweet cunt, she would be drippingwet and more than ready to take his wide length.

He gripped the edge of her shirt andbegan to pull it offover her head, dropping it to the floor as he did so.

Tillie followed him and began to open thebuttons of his shirt.One by one, she slipped them through the buttonholes. Thetemptation to grab the shirt and pull it wide open was strong, butthen he’d be stopping Tillie from the pleasure of getting himnaked, and he wasn’t going to do that. Also, he loved her littletouches.

With the shirt fully open, she put herhands on his waist, and then slowly slid up, going toward hisshoulders, and shepushed the shirt right off.

She didn’t pull away, and he banded an armaround her waist drawing in close. He had no choice but to count toten inside his head, to try and bring some focus to what he wasdoing.

He’d quite easily push her to the bed andfuck her right there, but he needed to remember to be patient. Totake his time, to explore every inch of her body, like the goddessshe was. His patienceonly lasted so long, and he couldn’t help but finger the waistbandof her skirt. She let out a little moan, and he loved the sound,especially as his name followed that moan. All he ever wanted tohear from Tillie, certainly in the bedroom, was the sound of hisname being carried on a pleasured moan.

The skirt was made of buttons, and he openedthe first two, but there seemed to be a whole lot of buttons, andhe didn’t have the patience. The skirt, however, moved past herhips, and with a small push from him, landed on the floor. Tilliekicked it out of the way as she also stepped out of it.

He stared at her, waiting, and Tillie once again put her hand onhis waist, and then moved down toward his belt. She slid the beltloose, tugging a little as she did so. Next, she worked the buttonopen, followed by the zipper, and she slid it down, so slowly itdrove him crazy. She finally got it free, and then he was close tolosing his mind as she sunk to the floor right in front ofhim.

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