Page 24 of The Sicilian's Obsession
Katima
Holy crap on a cracker. Arturo was a sex god. Not that I had anything to compare it to, but that was the best orgasm in the world. "Arturo, more," I begged. He growled into my neck at the sound of his name. He reached down and pinched my nipples lightly, making me quake. I was so stimulated right now.
"You're getting on top. You'll have control, and it'll hurt less."
I didn't hesitate when he flipped us so I was on top of him. I was embarrassed, but looking down at his face, I could see he was pleased with me.
"That was the only orgasm you get for free by the way."
I didn't have the brain capacity to ask him what he meant. Instead, I experimented with him. I rubbed along his cock, making him sweat. I took my time until I couldn't wait to get him inside me. Then I took a deep breath and eased over him. As soon as he hit my entrance, I froze and squeezed tightly by accident.
Arturo groaned like he was in pain and rubbed my back. "Relax, princess."
I let go of my muscles and he slid a little further in. Oh, the burn. It burned. No one said it would burn so much. I felt like I had a fire crotch, so not sexy. My face was pinched in pain and Arturo was holding me up, so I didn't slide down him any further. He was murmuring in my ear and caressing my breasts, which felt nice and made me flutter on his cock again.
"Jesus!" he exclaimed.
I could see he was concentrating on his control. It was sexy as fuck. I swiveled farther down on him and the burning sensation relaxed, replaced with a more pressure-like sensation. I kept going until I felt like I would pop, but I still wasn't completely seated on him.
Arturo started rubbing my clit slowly, which made me squirm on him, taking more of him. On and on, it went until, finally, he was completely inside me and I felt so full. He was big. I wasn't sure if all men were that big, but I felt like he'd hit the end of me. We sat there while he let me get used to having him inside me. All the while, he kissed my neck, my breasts and other parts of my skin that were close to him. Finally, I wanted to feel more, so I bounced a little, causing him to jolt in surprise.
"Yes," I said victoriously. It was so much better than his tongue. I kept dancing on him as he panted and moaned. I felt like a goddess. He was sweating, holding back his release while I chased the feeling I'd had earlier. It was similar and different. I felt this more. My body seized up and the back of my eyelids exploded as I came on Arturo. Before I could finish and even ask if that was it, he took over. He let go of the tight reins holding him back and went all out. He flipped me over and started to slap my ass between thrusts. I felt myself gushing all over him from his display of dominance.
"Mine. Mine. Mine," he grunted repeatedly.
I couldn't formulate the words to agree, but, yes, I was his in every way. He pounded into me so deep, I had no doubt in my mind I would be deliciously sore when we were done. Arturo was a machine. He kept going and going. I couldn't count how many times I gushed over his cock, but I knew it was a few and I also knew it wasn't normal.
"Come with me now, princess. Come on my cock. Right. Fucking. Now. Princess." He grunted each word, punctuated with a hard thrust deep inside me. With a loud shout, he slapped my clit, throwing me back into an orgasm. My eyes rolled into my head as I felt his release inside me, hot and hard. He let it all out inside me, and I smiled when it was done. Never had I ever felt this way before. The negative voice in my head was silent for once. All I could hear were the sounds of our heavy breathing. Our sweat mingled together.
"Am I crushing you?" Arturo lifted slightly off me with shaky arms. I shook my head, still not able to speak. He rolled me over on my side and went into the bathroom. He came out, lifted my leg and held a steaming cloth to me. If I wasn't so tired, I would probably have been embarrassed, but Arturo had worn me out. He came back a few more times with the cloth while I was drifting into sleep. Finally, he returned empty-handed and pulled me into his body again. I snuggled deeply and let out a contented sigh. My eyes shut as I gently let sleep pull me under again, all while wearing a smile on my face.
The next time I woke up, the sun was high in the sky and Arturo wasn't next to me. I could smell bacon, though, so I got up, washed quickly and threw on his tee without panties. I might as well be naughty. I felt like a new woman. I knew this was just a stopgap and I would most likely spiral again, but I had never felt so relaxed in all my years of living.
Arturo was in the kitchen, no shirt, just sweats, and I took a minute to ogle his body. His back was to me and I checked out the tattoos I could see. He had a huge set of wings spanning his shoulder blades. They were black in color but intricately done. I felt like I could pluck the feather right off his back. Below that, the rest of his spine had a huge, heavy cross with insignias on the left and names on the right. I wanted to ask what they meant, but I didn't want to intrude. His shoulders were done as well. It looked like he had a military patch on his left shoulder. I would ask him what that stood for, for sure.
"Hey, I'm just making bacon and eggs, something quick and easy." He came to me and kissed the top of my head, making me melt into a puddle of goo on the floor.
This man was so sweet and sexy. I just wanted to eat him up. My sore pussy clenched between my legs, reminding me of what had it had gotten up to earlier. I caught his smug grin before he turned back to the stove. I smiled, armed with the knowledge that it was as good for him as it was for me. My brain was still a little numb, so I made a cup of coffee and sat back to enjoy the show gracing my kitchen. A show he put on indeed. Arturo put on some Hispanic music I'd never heard and shook his macho hips all over the place. He had moves. I watched, overjoyed that he would show me such a playful side of himself.
When he was done cooking, we ate in the living room. I was starting to think I should buy a dining room table. I was so used to not having company around, but Arturo didn't look like he minded in the least.
"I wanted to ask you something, princess."
I seized up, old insecurities hitting me like a freight train.
"Did you want to come to Sunday dinner with me?" Arturo was purposefully looking into his coffee cup like it held all the answers in the world.
"Sunday dinner?" I wanted him to clarify what he was asking, my heart rate kicking up a notch.
"Yeah, my family gets together every Sunday at Ma's house in the city, and I was wondering if you wanted to go." He still wouldn't look at me.
"I would love to," I gushed. He let out a relieved sigh. I didn't know how hard it was for him to ask me to go, but I could imagine it took a lot. I was just thankful he wanted to take me. Then I realized he wanted to take me, take me, to his family's house. He was taking me to meet the family. That was a relationship type thing. I had no real comparison, but I watched television and movies. I read books. If I didn't know any better, I would think Arturo was subtly trying to date me. I also thought I would immediately panic at the thought. Instead, I felt those butterflies building in my stomach. This man was pure gold.
"How are you feeling?" Arturo was still looking uncomfortably at his coffee.
I wanted to giggle. He was embarrassed. "I feel great. A little sore." I tried to hold back my grin, but whom was I kidding? We finished our breakfast and Arturo disappeared into his room to do some work. I tried to get my dad on the phone, but it went straight to voicemail. At this stage, I was starting to seriously worry. Was he missing? I didn't even know what country he was in. I was such a terrible daughter. I should've asked questions, but he left all the time. How would I know this time would be different? He had never just ignored me. Hell, sometimes he called me more times in the day than I could count. Something must be wrong. I couldn't ignore it anymore. I headed upstairs to see if maybe Arturo could help me track down my wayward father.
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