Page 43 of Lily

She knew he thought she was young, but she knew her mind more than he gave her credit for. She wasn’t too immature to make a decision about sex. In fact, she knew more about sex and the feelings associated with it than most people her age after what she’d endured.

Life was short. No matter what happened tomorrow or the next day or the next month, Roselia wanted to look back and remember that the first man she’d had sex with had been Stefano.

Instead of putting on one of his T-shirts like she usually did after her shower, she took the bold step of exiting the bathroom completely naked.

Stefano was sitting on the edge of the bed in the shorts he liked to sleep in, staring at his phone, which she’d learned he was also using as a computer.

She waited in the doorway, feeling awkward but determined. She considered striking some sort of seductive pose, but it didn’t suit her, so she fisted her hands at her sides and waited.

It only took a few seconds for him to lift his face, and then his eyes went wide. Without looking, he set his phone on the nightstand. “Rose…”

It wasn’t as though he hadn’t seen her naked. He’d seen her naked every day. He’d even bathed her during their one and only shower together. The memory of that often kept her up at night, fidgeting.

“Stop coddling me, Stefano. Show me how much you love me.” It was a risk. He might say he’d changed his mind, but if he felt that way, she’d rather know now.

She held her breath as he finally gave her a slow, seductive smile and held out a hand. “Come here, sweetheart.”

She inhaled deeply as she shuffled toward him. The room was slightly chilly, and goosebumps rose all over her skin. Her nipples were hard points, but that was partly because of the way he looked at her. The same look that made wetness gather between her legs.

When she reached him, she boldly climbed onto his lap and straddled him. It left her open and exposed. Her heart was racing.

He set his palms on her hips. “Rose…” His voice was husky. Sexy. Seductive.

“You know what’s different about you?” she asked, playing with the hair at the back of his neck.

“What’s that, sweetheart?”

“I get aroused when I look at you. I get aroused when I think about you. I got aroused every time I thought about you, even three years ago. I used to sit in my room in my apartment and fantasize about what it would be like to be loved by you. My nipples would get hard, and my panties would get wet.”

He slid his hands slowly up her back as he swallowed.

“Sure, a lot of men touched me, and they could force me to become aroused. They thrived on humiliating me by stroking my erogenous zones until my body betrayed me. It was indeed humiliating. I hated every time wetness leaked from me while strangers touched me. And then Vanderbilt would make me rub a stimulant into my nipples until they were hard points. He said he liked to see them that way. Sometimes, he would make me play with them while he watched several times a day. He would lick his lips and shift his weight in his seat while he stared at me. It was freaky.”

Stefano’s jaw tightened.

Roselia hadn’t meant to take this in a dark direction. She shook her head. “The point is, all of them forced me to feel aroused. When I’m with you, I get aroused without you touching me or saying a single word. You don’t have to fondle me to make my nipples hard or get me wet. You don’t have to instruct me to do it, either. All I have to do is look at you or think about you, and I get horny.”

His frown turned into a slow smile. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” His gaze roamed down to her breasts.

“No. Show me. Show me how I make you feel.”

He surprised her by sliding a hand down to the front of his shorts, pulling the elastic away from his waist, and lowering the cotton over his erection.

She drew in a breath as he revealed himself and really let her look.

“That’s how you make me feel just by existing, sweetheart.” His voice was low and gravelly.

She held onto his shoulder with one hand and lowered the other to his erection, mesmerized by how long and thick it was. The head was smooth and soft and dripping with precome. The shaft was hard with bulging veins. It bobbed against his stomach, partially trapped by the elastic still settled across the base. She couldn’t see his balls yet.

“Take them off,” she ordered.

He chuckled. “So demanding.” He grabbed her waist, stood, turned around, and planted her butt on the bed. A second later, he removed his shorts before stroking his hand up and down his erection a few times.

She licked her lips.

He groaned. “Rose…”

“What?” she asked innocently. Until this moment, she’d never once thought about taking a man’s cock into her mouth. Not intentionally. She’d spent hours learning to suck cock under Master J’s tutelage. All of the girls had. He’d used a variety of rubber dildos and had trained them to deep throat. It had been disgusting and made her want to vomit, but now that she was faced with not just any erection but the one attached to the man she was in love with, she wanted to taste it. She wanted to make him feel good.

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