Luca Vitiello (Born in Blood Mafia Chronicles 0.5)

Aria cried out, her walls clamping down on my finger. For a moment, I considered shoving down my pants and finally taking what I wanted, but the impulse lasted less than a second.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, Aria,” I rasped. Her channel gripped me tightly, and I could feel more resistance against my fingertip. Fuck. Soon I’d be claiming that part of her, making her mine once and for all.

Aria didn’t say anything, didn’t move. I glanced up, snapping out of my lust haze. She lay flat on her back, arms pressed against her sides, and was staring up at the sky with furrowed brows. That wasn’t what I’d expected. Slowly, I shifted up and leaned over her.

“Hey,” I murmured, trying to get her attention. The distant look needed to go. Aria finally dragged her eyes down to mine. Her mouth was set tight, her brows still puckered, and I felt like an asshole, realizing I’d hurt her.

“I should have entered more slowly, but you were so wet,” I said, getting as close to an apology as I ever allowed myself.

Aria tilted her head, then nothing. A strange sensation squeezed my chest. Maybe it was guilt. I had trouble putting my finger on it. I kissed her, but I still hadn’t pulled my finger out of her. She felt too damn good. I wanted all of her. I’d never had to wait for something I wanted.

“Does it still hurt?” I asked. Aria moved, making my finger shift in her pussy, and I stifled a groan.

“It’s uncomfortable, and it burns a bit,” she admitted.

I traced my tongue over the seam of her lips. “I know I’m an asshole for saying it, but the thought of my cock inside your tight pussy makes me so hard.”

Aria stiffened, the douse of cold water for my overeager cock. “Don’t look so terrified. I told you I wouldn’t try it tonight,” I said, even as I wished she’d let me.

“You also told me you wouldn’t hurt me,” Aria said, voice small and vulnerable.

Fuck. It was definitely guilt squeezing my chest into a bloody pulp.

“I didn’t think it would, Aria,” I murmured. It hadn’t even crossed my mind that my finger would cause her the slightest bit of discomfort. I’d never been with a virgin, never considered how different it would make things. “You were so wet and willing. I thought my finger would go in without trouble. I wanted to finger you for your fourth orgasm.”

A shudder went through her. I lightly stroked her inner thigh, my silent apology.

“Did it hurt because you took my, you know…” Aria squirmed, her cheeks turning red.

Holy shit. “Your virginity?” I said roughly. “No, principessa. I’m not that deep in, and I want to claim that part of you with my cock, not my finger.”

Had I just called her principessa? I wasn’t even sure why. I’d never heard anyone call a woman that. Hope flared in Aria’s eyes, hope that shouldn’t be there because what she was hoping for wasn’t going to happen.

I withdrew my finger and brought it up to her parted lips, tracing it over them before I dipped it inside. I wanted her to taste herself, and Aria caught me by surprise when she licked the digit as if it were a lollipop, or better yet, my cock.

My dick jerked in my pants. I’d definitely die of blue balls. I kissed her harshly, tasting her but still needing more. Always more with Aria. I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me. Maybe it was the thrill of having to wait, first three years until she was of age and now for her to be ready. Maybe that was why I was so fucking obsessed with my wife. I’d never felt like this before, and it was starting worry me. Maybe once I claimed her, that burning need would finally subside and I could return to being my normal self. No tight chest or strange sensations anymore.

I straightened. “Let’s go inside. I want to lick you again.” Aria blinked up at me. “Will you let me put my finger in you again? This time I’ll go really slow.”

The second she said yes, I got out of the pool and lifted her into my arms. Aria slung her legs around my middle, pressing that wet pussy against my abs.

I hurried inside, my fingers digging into her ass cheeks. After I’d set her down in our bedroom, I went into the bathroom to grab a towel. I took my time rubbing her dry. Her lashes fluttered shut as I massaged her shoulders and arms, then moved onto her back and stomach. Goose bumps pimpled Aria’s skin when I slid the towel over her breasts.

“Are you cold?”

Aria opened her eyes, peering up at me in a way no one ever had. I wasn’t sure what it meant. I released the towel and caressed her bare arms.