Luca Vitiello (Born in Blood Mafia Chronicles 0.5)

I slid out slowly, but she choked, “Please don’t move.”

I froze at the begging note in my wife’s voice. I pushed up and nudged her face up. It took a moment before she met my gaze. Her eyes were teary and filled with acute embarrassment. She swallowed hard.

“Does it hurt that much?”

“No, not that much.” She winced, tensing even further around my cock, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. “It’s okay, Luca. Just move. I won’t be mad at you. You don’t have to hold back for me. Just get it over with.”

I stared at my wife, realizing how strongly I hated the idea of hurting her. “Do you think I want to use you like that? I can see how fucking painful this is. I’ve done many horrible things in my life, but I won’t add this to my list.”

“Why? You hurt people all the time. You don’t have to pretend to care for my feelings only because we’re married.”

How could she think I didn’t care about her? I’d never treated anyone like I treated her, never felt this strong protectiveness toward another person. “What makes you think I have to pretend?”

Aria’s expression flickered with hope as her eyes searched mine, and the look in them tightened my chest. Fuck, she shouldn’t be looking at me like that.

“Tell me what to do.”

Her fingers stroked my shoulder blade gently. “Can you hold me close for a while? But don’t move.” Again the acute embarrassment mingled with a hint of begging as if she still wasn’t sure I would ignore her request. I wasn’t going to be that kind of monster with her, not today, not ever.

“I won’t.” I kissed her lips then lowered myself completely. The movement caused her walls to cling tightly to my cock and, for a second, I was sure I’d go insane from the force of the sensations. Instead I focused on Aria and carefully wrapped her in my arms, holding her tightly. I kissed her again, slowly, gently, so unlike any kiss I’d ever had before. Aria’s closeness, the feel of her body softening under my gentleness, the tender trust in her expression…it filled my chest with a strange sense of peace and warmth. I trailed my palm down her side and hip then back up. Shifting, I brought my hand between us to tease her breasts, hoping it would relax her. She was beautifully responsive as usual, and I felt her body’s gradual softening, growing used to the intrusion. Despite my need to move, to feel Aria’s walls sliding around me, I stayed still. Aria arched when I flicked her nipple and she pulled away from my lips. Her breathing was ragged and her lips were swollen from our kiss. She was so fucking sexy.

Aria smiled softly. “Can you still…?”

I almost laughed but stifled the reaction. Instead, I carefully moved my hips, allowing Aria to feel my boner shift inside of her. Surprise crossed her face.

“I told you I’m not a good man. Even though I know you’re hurting, I still have a boner because I’m inside you,” I told her because it was the truth. If I were a good man, I wouldn’t have pushed her, would have given her all the time she needed, but I was a goddamn bastard, even when I tried not to be one with her.

Aria stroked my back. “Because you want me,” she whispered. There was a hint of uncertainty in her voice. How could she have any doubt about it?

“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.” Again the truth. A truth that I shouldn’t have voiced aloud because it gave Aria power, because it showed her how much I burnt up for her closeness, and not just the sex. Fuck, not just the sex.

“Can we go slow?” Aria asked, a small, apologetic smile tugging at her lips. As if she had reason to apologize for that.

“Of course, principessa,” I said firmly. I regarded her expression closely as I began to move, making sure to keep my motion as controlled and gentle as possible. My muscles quivered from the effort it took. It was something alien to me, something I’d never done before.

Aria released a small breath, her brows drawing together. Discomfort, but not as bad as before.

I never took my eyes off her as I slid in and out slowly. My pleasure coiled tighter and tighter, causing my leg muscles to quiver. My body screamed at me to go faster, but I shoved down my own need. Another first. Aria wasn’t the only one who shared her firsts with me. Only mine were a bit different. I repositioned my knees and shifted the angle. She jerked with a gasp.

I fell out of rhythm. “Did that hurt?”

Aria gave a small shake of her head. “No, it felt good.”