Page 33 of Unspoken Ties

So, I watched as he pulled away from me.

Chapter sixteen

Ettore

Liria had never looked more beautiful than she did now, naked and face flushed from an orgasm. After she came on my fingers, my dick was like a magnet towards her. I had to fuck my beautiful, virgin wife, spill my seed into her until she couldn’t think about anything else.

But she was just that. A virgin. When she had the slightest hint of apprehension I had to pull away from her. I needed her complete consent when she had me for the first time.

“W-wait!” she said, grabbing me by the wrist. “I didn’t want you to go.”

Soft wisps of her dark hair clung to the sweat-slicked skin of her forehead. Her sapphire eyes, glazed with desire, bore into mine. “I want to touch you,” she breathed, the words barely escaping her lips before they turned into a blush that spread across her creamy skin. “But I don’t know what I’m doing.”

I found her innocence enthralling, alluring beyond measure. It was a balm to my jaded soul; I who had seen too much and been hardened by the world outside our doors. “That’s alright,” I murmured, taking her hand in mine.

Her fingers were small, delicate, as they brushed against my chest. I could feel the beats of her curiosity and anticipation fluttering against my raw nerves and my blood flowed like molten iron under her touch. “Just do what feels natural,” I guided her.

A soft smile danced on her lips and she hesitated for a moment before pressing her palm flat against my chest, feeling the steady drumming of my heart beneath her touch. The warmth radiating from me onto her hand seemed to embolden her as she moved lower, tracing the lines and grooves of my rigid abdomen.

“Like this?” she asked, her voice so quiet I could barely hear it over the stream of the shower. Her eyes never left mine as her fingers explored with an intoxicating blend of fear and curiosity.

“That’s right,” I replied softly, biting back a gasp as her hand continued its journey. The sight of her exploring me so reverently sent bolts of desire crackling through my veins, setting me ablaze.

Drawing in a shaky breath, she wrapped her fingers around the hardened length of me. A small gasp escaped from my lips as I felt an electric jolt of pleasure. She looked up, her sapphire eyes wide with surprise, but also intrigue. “Did I hurt you?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

“No,” I reassured her with a soft laugh, “Quite the opposite actually.” I covered her hand with mine, guiding her movements up and down. Her touch was light, unsure yet intoxicating, and I found myself lost in the rhythm of our connections.

The fear in her eyes slowly disappeared, replaced by a desire that mirrored my own. Her fingers traced me with newfound confidence, exploring each ridge and pulse point with meticulous attention. Her gaze, once timid, now held mine with pure unadulterated desire.

Clasping her hand tighter around me, I gently showed her the rhythm - slow and steady at first, then gradually faster.

Her breath hitched. She swallowed visibly, her throat bobbing as her grip tightened around me. “It feels good?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper yet carrying an undertone of confidence that hadn’t been there before.

“Yes,” I said huskily, “So good.” I groaned as she gently squeezed me again, and she seemed to grow bolder with my pleasure.

My hands left hers then, retreating to cradle the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her silky hair. She leaned into the comfort of my touch, eyes half-lidded and cheeks flushed a rosy hue. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her small breasts heaving with each breath she took - a sight that set off a firestorm of desire within me.

Her hand continued its journey, guided by the rhythm I had set earlier. A familiar warmth began to pool in my lower abdomen - she had me on the edge of release.

“Fuck,” I moaned, leaning my head against the tile wall.

“Am I...doing it right?” Liria asked, uncertainty creeping back into her voice as she noticed my reaction to her touch. Her sapphire eyes were wide, their gaze flickering between her hand wrapped around my length and my face.

“So right,” I managed to gasp out, “You’re doing... perfect.” I could see the pride glimmering in her eyes at my words, chased by a touch of relief.

I was barely hanging on as she continued, her grip firm and movements steady. Those innocent eyes never left mine as she worked me towards completion, each stroke pushing me further towards the edge.

When she turned in hand in a corkscrew pattern I was a goner. “Fuck, Liria,” I cursed, my voice hoarse as I succumbed to her touch. The pleasure was too much, too raw and primal, and my grip on her tightened in response.

The pleasure crested within me, a tidal wave of sensation building up, up, up until it broke with an intensity that left me gasping, my grip on her hair tightening reflexively. I gasped out as my world exploded into starbursts of pleasure.

When I finally came back to Earth, I found her studying her body curiously, a faint blush still staining her milky cheeks. I had come hot ropes on to her stomach, and she was watching it with a fascination that was both endearing and oddly arousing.

Drawing a shaky breath, I reached down to gently wipe away the evidence of my release from her skin without breaking our gaze, her eyes watching every move with curiosity.

“Are you alright?” I asked, taking in the flush of her cheeks and the way her breath hitched slightly in her chest.

“Mhm,” she responded, looking at her stomach where my come had been moments before. “That was…messy. Good thing we were in the shower.”

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