Page 20 of The Sicilian's Obsession
Katima
"Have you been here before?" Arturo was saying while I looked around the restaurant where he took me.
I shook my head. "No, but it feels so familiar. Like home. I feel like I already know what I'm going to eat here."
We stood in line and I gave myself an inner thumbs up for not stuttering again. Arturo took me completely off guard. A day trip to the city, kissing my hand, I felt like a schoolgirl. Except I never felt like this in school, so I wasn't really sure how they felt. I knew he could turn me into a bumbling, stumbling mess with just a look. He made me weak in the knees and my heart beat faster just being in his presence. If that wasn't schoolgirl, I didn't know what was. The line wasn't too bad, since it was during the workday, but I knew that it could stretch all the way around the block on the weekends.
"How do you know that?" Arturo asked. I looked up at him in confusion. "How do you know the line is normally really long?"
I gasped. "Did I say that out loud?" Arturo nodded. "I'm not sure; it was just a feeling I had."
"Are you sure you've never been to the city?" he asked me again as we reached the front.
I told him my order, wanting the messiest cheesesteak money could buy. I remembered to bring wipes in my purse, so I wasn't worried about pigging out. I shook my head, but inside, I felt like that was a lie. How could I have been to this city and not remembered? I knew my childhood was a little foggy, but surely, I couldn't forget a day trip out here. Eating at this restaurant. Maybe even having friends. All that sounded like something I would have done before my mom died. I can't even remember where we lived when she was alive, though, so I was probably wrong.
The service was fast, and we hunted down a table at a coffee shop down the street. This was the kind of place you couldn't really sit-down in. There was never an open spot. It would have been a miracle to get one. Luckily, it was a really nice day outside, but I knew people probably ate these steaks in the cold if they didn't have the choice, they were that good. I was moaning into a bite when Arturo caught my eyes. His heated gaze traveled down my throat as he watched me swallow my bite with gusto. He groaned and set about eating his food, keeping his eyes on my mouth. I should've felt self-conscious, but instead, I felt wanton. I didn't know what was brewing between us, but I knew I wanted it. We finished off our sandwiches and then Arturo gave me a look. It was smoldering and made me feel like I was on fire. No one had ever looked at me like that. The car ride back to my house was silent. We spoke no words. I threw on K-pop to break the tension, but I could feel it between us as each mile grew closer and closer to our little space in the mountains.
I rushed inside as soon as Arturo parked. I headed to my bedroom and kicked off my jeans. I heard a soft inhale drawn behind me. I didn't close the door all the way, and Arturo must have followed me. He was staring at me like I was a fine piece of art. It was laundry day, so I was wearing a thong rather than my normal day of the week underwear. My face felt like it was on fire, but some inner me took over my body. It was she who pulled my shirt over my head, silently jostling my bun. It was she who dropped my bra and didn't turn away from Arturo's gaze. It was also she who dropped my underwear until I was standing in the middle of my bedroom with no clothes on, as bare as the day I was born.
A strangled cry came from Arturo's throat as he watched my little show. His hands balled up into fists by his side. When he just kept staring at me, anxiety set in. Did I read him wrong? Was there something wrong with me? Did he not want me? Mortified, I went to cover my breasts and Arturo sprang across the room faster than I could track him.
"No!" He grabbed my hands and pried them away from my body. "Mine." He bent his head and lapped at my dark nipple. I moaned and my head dropped back. My legs were shaky from his attention. I had never felt this way before.
"More," I demanded. Apparently, we could only speak in one-word sentences.
Arturo groaned into my skin and pulled back. He had regret all over his face. "If I don't stop now, I'll never stop."
I smiled like the Cheshire cat. "Don't stop," I whispered.
"Birth control?" he barked, already stripping his clothes off while he licked my skin.
"Yes," he moaned into me and then nipped at my nipple, causing me to squeak.
"I'm clean." He went back to kissing down my body.
Should I tell him? No probably not. It would ruin everything, and it wasn't the least bit sexy to bring up.
So, I just said, "Me too."
Arturo walked me back into the bed and laid my body down. He kissed down to my pelvis and—no, he wouldn't do that, not a man like Arturo. But he most certainly did. He started kissing my pussy, slowly, before he opened his mouth and breathed on me, making me squirm. I moaned and let my legs fall open wider. He licked me just like he had my breasts. Then he started sucking me in deep. By this time, I was writhing all over the bed. The sounds coming out of my mouth were inhuman and if I could think, I would be embarrassed. He didn't let up. Just like with our first kiss, he fucked my pussy with his mouth, his tongue dipping inside me. He used one finger to gently insert as deep as he could and came up for air.
"You are so fucking tight." Then he went back to his ministrations. As if I was made from glass, Arturo took the time to prepare me even if he didn't know he was preparing me. I couldn't hold out anymore. I should tell him. The rising heat was causing me to be confused. I kept squirming and swirling my hips onto Arturo's fingers.
He egged me on, "That's it, princess. Come on my fingers. Come for me."
Hearing him talk to me like that was so sexy. I did what he asked and let go of everything— anxiety, fear, pressure. All gone, as my back lifted off the bed and I felt the orgasm rush through my body. It was a tidal wave, but still, I wanted more. "More," I begged.
"You'll get more, princess. You're going to get all of me," he said gruffly, kissing his way into position. A brief flicker of fear flashed through me, but I told myself Arturo had never and would never hurt me. His tip pushed against my entrance and I gasped at the new feeling. The sound of our breathing so heavy, Arturo probably didn't hear me. Unlike before, he didn't take his time, but pushed inside me all at once.
He groaned.
I screamed.
Time stopped.
Breathing heavily, he said, "What the fuck?"
I squeaked out, "I'm a virgin."
