Fight Me Little Pearl

Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

FRANCESCA

“ F rancesca.”

I’m quickly learning that he only calls me Francesca when he is upset with me, and it’s been days since he even let me upset him.

“Valentino.”

“Did you come down in that fucking towel? All the way from your room to the pool?” His voice is calm but full of potent poison.

Confronting him takes my blood pressure up several notches and my heart pumps with energy. A part of me that doesn’t get much action throbs at the huskiness and power in his voice. His cigarette is suspended between his long fingers, and I suddenly want to take a drag of it. I’ve been considering this ever since I saw him on the balcony smoking, but the idea is laughable because I’ve never smoked or wanted to smoke before.

“When I ask you a question, you answer me.”

“Yes, I did. Why?” I hold the towel tightly against my body.

He shakes his head as if he can’t believe how stupid I am. “Why? What if the house wasn’t empty?”

There is madness in the air. Citrus scents fill my senses and my blood throbs in my veins. A primitive part of me I didn’t know about takes over. I drop the towel.

“At least I didn’t come down in this?” I say huskily.

I swear I hear him suck in a breath, and that simple action gives me a healthy dose of courage. I stroll up the steps, my hips shamelessly undulating, aware of his gray eyes on my nearly naked body. The rest of the world drops away. There is only him and me in this magic place. He’s staring at me with hunger, and my heart beats wildly underneath his gaze.

I sit at the edge of the pool, dipping my legs into the water. He returns the cigarette to his mouth again and the end of it burns brightly as he inhales deeply. I meet his gaze, and his mouth quirks before he deliberately runs his gaze down my body. There’s lust in his eyes, and it makes my sex burn with a need for something I’ve never wanted or had before.

To assuage the heat between my legs, I slip into the water, letting the cold shock my body, hoping it will bring me back to my senses. However, when I pop my head out of the water moments later, my gaze goes straight to Valentino. I catch him still staring hard. His gaze drops, and I look down to see the hard peaks of my nipples pushing against the soft fabric of my bikini top.

At any other time, my instinctive reaction would have been to melt with embarrassment and hurry out of the water. But tonight, underneath Valentino’s gaze, I feel fully alive and sexually potent.

“Stop staring at me.”

He cocks his head and his voice is indulgent. “Why not? You’re my wife.”

My heart slams into my ribcage, and I dip into the water again. This time, I swim towards him, coming out between his legs with my head on the same level as his crotch. There’s a massive tent in his pants, only an arm’s length away. I’m afraid, but I’m even more excited.

Valentino stares down at me, his gray eyes shining with need. He wants me, and the only thing I know is that I want him, too. Maybe even more than he wants me.

I pluck the cigarette from his hand and put it to my lips. He holds my gaze as I take the first drag. My throat burns, and I cough at the searing heat in my chest. Why do people smoke? There’s no fun in this at all. Still, I put the cigarette to my lips again and take another drag. It is no better this time either.

Valentino tries to take the stick from me, but I hold it out of his reach and dip it into the water. He sucks in his bottom lip and his gaze drops to my breasts again.

“I should leave,” I say, dipping myself back into the water. “Before your erection slaps me in the face.”

I swim to the other end of the pool and lift myself onto the edge. Even with the breadth of the pool between us, Valentino’s gaze sears me. Even from here his blatant desire for me is clear. Unlike me, he’s not able to hide his reactions. My clit though is pulsing like someone lit a fire to it, and the man hasn’t even touched me yet. We stare silently at each other.

“You act tough,” he says. “But you can’t fool me.”

“What do you mean?”

He grabs the vodka bottle by the neck and takes a huge gulp. “You’re wet for me, little pearl.”

My breath catches in my throat, and I’m grateful for the distance; otherwise, he would see the blush on my cheeks. “Of course, I’m wet, Don Barone. I’ve been in the water.”

With a mocking laugh, Valentino slips into the water. I watch with alarm as he swims towards me. I want to run away and shut myself in my room, but I’m frozen in place. My body is vibrating with anticipation. He emerges in front of me, just like I’d done to him moments ago. My body shudders, and it’s not from the cold.

His lips pull up in a smirk. “You’re a pretty liar, Signora Barone.”

“I’m not lying.” But my body betrays me because my voice shakes like a coward.

Valentino’s smile disappears. He seizes my ankles and spreads my legs, eliciting a shocked gasp from my lips.

“Valentino!”

“Are you afraid I’ll catch you in a lie?”

“No. I’m not afraid,” I mutter.

“Hmmmm. You have the rebellious stubborn spirit of an untamed stallion.”

“And you’re going to break me?”

“Never. I like my animals and women wild.” His voice rumbles against my skin, and I almost moan. His fingers glide up my calves, moving dangerously towards the crotch of my bikini. I want to pull away. I want to run away, but I don’t. I can’t. I’m hypnotized by his eyes.

His fingers are crawling closer and closer to my sex. Then, instinctively, in an age-old ritual that humans have practiced since the beginning of time, I spread my legs wider. His eyes flare and smolder with desire. They never leave my face until his fingers touch the crotch of my bikini bottom. He rubs the pad of his finger against the fabric, and my mouth falls open.

He hooks his index finger around the fabric and pulls it aside, letting the cold air hit my bare sex. His hands are still as he stares at me, drawing out the moment until he finally looks at my open pussy. He takes a deep, shuddering breath. My body is tempted to grind against his hands, but I hold on to the last dregs of my pride.

In the next moment, he rubs the pad of his thumb against my clit, and no amount of magic can stop the moan that falls from my lips. He continues to rub my clit softly, and pleasure coils through my body. I have never felt this way before.

His finger sinks inside me, and I gasp, my eyes widening at the sweet invasion.

“Valentino,” I cry.

“Fuck,” he moans, pulling out and holding his fingers up to me. “Open your mouth.”

“What?”

He slips his finger into my open mouth, and I instinctively close my lips around it. His pupils dilate, and he shakes his head.

“You will be the death of me,” he says.

“You're sick,” I mumble accusing around his finger. Yet, I suck the firm digit, enjoying the taste of me on his skin.

“Are you going to share?”

“W-what?”

“Share.”

Grasping the tender flesh between my legs, he massages it with one hand, causing me to squirm and writhe. His other hand reaches out and grips my throat as he leans in for a kiss. Our lips meet and I feel the ruthlessness and the authority of Valentino’s tongue, probing, strong, dominating.

I fight back, and our tongues lashing against one another become entwined in a heady, exciting dance. This is nothing like the chaste, wispy kiss Thomas and I shared. Nothing. Valentino’s rich musky scent, his power, his sophistication, and his big solid body, all of it drives me mad with arousal.

Painfully aware of his large hand on my pussy I lean in eagerly. God in heaven, I want to hump his muscular palm like a wild animal, but I hold back. That would only expose my lack of experience. He drags his wet velvety tongue down my neck and into the valley between my breasts. It sends shivers down my spine.

With his teeth, he pulls at my immodest bikini top, and both breasts pop out. He captures one rosy nipple in his hot mouth and sucks it, rolling the hard peak between his teeth, before clamping down.

“Ah,” I whimper, but I don’t twist away.

He continues his assault, now using his tongue to flick across the other nipple before sucking it tenaciously. When he pulls back, his eyes are heavily hooded and what shows between the slits is blazing.

“Lie back.”

My sex is inflamed and the feel of the cool mosaic tiles makes me exhale with relief.

"Legs spread wide," he commands.

I do as I’m bid, spreading my thighs and exposing my freshly shaven pussy to him. He undoes the ties of the bikini bottom and pulls them off. I can feel my pussy is puffy and fluttering with expectation.

For a few seconds, I think I have done something wrong because he goes still and does nothing. I lift my head and see him just gazing at my sex, almost as if he is in a daze. “What’s wrong?” I whisper worriedly.

He raises his eyes and they are filled with wonder.

“You have a beautiful pussy… inviting and so fucking rosy,” he says, his voice thick and unrecognizable.

“Oh!”

He pulls me closer to the edge of the pool and holds up my ankles, completely opening my sex to his pleasure. I should feel embarrassed, ashamed even, but I don’t. Instead, I feel exhilarated and vibrant.

Slowly, he dips his hands to the center of my thighs, and when I realize what he’s about to do, I freeze. No one has ever put their mouth down there. I don’t know what to expect from this.

With his head between my thighs, Valentino looks up. “Relax. I just want to taste you.” His eyes are the softest I’ve ever seen, and instantly, my body relaxes, giving itself to him on a platter of gold.

Valentino’s tongue snakes out to stroke my clit, and at the velvet contact a thrill of pleasure rocks my body. What the hell? I’m barely able to catch my breath. This is so incredibly, unbelievably, amazingly sweet.

“I want more,” I gasp.

He moans into my core, sending his voice vibrations into my body. I push my mound into his face as my juices gush out of me, and he holds me firmly in place to ensure he captures all of my liquids.

Then he drags his tongue in a long probing lick from the base of my sex up to the hood of my clit. I let out a deep and primal groan of pleasure as his tongue begins to circle the engorged, dripping folds then flicks up lazily to scoop up at the clit. The technique is precise and faultless and my hands curl into fists.

“Oh, that feels so good,” I gasp.

I cannot fully understand what he is doing with his tongue, because it appears to force its way inside me and then out with a violent motion, which strikes my clit rhythmically and relentlessly, each time with more force. All I know is my climax is already frothing in my loins, churning and rolling with each rotation of his clever tongue.

A whiff of a rich musky smell rises into the air. I realize with surprise that, that is me, my smell. That ‘a little too virginal’ smell he had alluded to on our first night in Paris.

My eyes drift shut as I bury my fingers into his thick hair and rock my sex into his face. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I am sure I scream so loud birds nesting in the lemon trees flutter into the sky. Maybe it’s all in my head, but if it isn’t then I for sure do not give a damn about them. All I want is for Valentino to quench this fire inside me before it incinerates me from the inside out.

My legs quake as I wrap them around his shoulders and relentlessly and shamelessly grind my sex against his face, desperate for the pressure of his lips and tongue. Valentino sucks, nibbles, and licks, drawing out my juices and lapping them up like it’s his last meal on earth.

“Yes,” I whisper a moan straining my throat.

Dark excitement bolts through my body when his big hands spread my buttocks. Suddenly, I feel his tongue gently, but mischievously give oral stimulation to my perineum and the wrinkled crater of my ass. Oh my God! He’s going to eat my ass. As the tip of his tongue begins to scrape and try to find entry, I start to squirm.

“Valentino,” I whisper.

He laughs. A shadowy mocking sound. “My little virgin pearl. So much to learn.”

But he retracts his tongue and sweeps up to ferociously suck my clit. It feels as if my sex is melting into his mouth. My legs move of their own accord and wrap tightly around his head, bringing us closer in a violent grip of tongue and cunny.

My climax is violent and primal, the scream erupting from the core of my sex and spewing over his face and shoulder, drenching him. Masturbation has never given me this. Never. Raw feral pleasure makes me cry out again and again as the orgasm rips through me. As my senses come back, I unclasp his head from the tight grip of my legs and proudly display my satisfied sex, reddened, dripping and engorged. He must see what he has done to me. This man whose face has just marked me forever with my first climax from a blowjob.

But the orgasm fades away completely, and a part of me starts hating that I have reacted this way to him. I tell myself I couldn’t help it. No one could. Not in the face of that level of skill and technique.

But I hate it even more when I see how unaffected he is as he presses practiced, soft, feathery kisses to the insides of my thighs, then effortlessly hauls himself out of the pool. Without another word or even a backward glance, he strides purposefully away from me.

I look at the wet footprints he has left on the tiles with confusion.

I should be angry with myself. I am supposed to be in love with Thomas. I am supposed to keep my body preserved for him. But here I am, a dazed, shivering mess by the pool still barely coherent from what a man I claim to detest has just done to me. My clit still throbs from what Valentino’s tongue has done to it, and my body still stirs with a strange dissatisfaction. He didn’t finish the job. He didn’t fill me with his hard cock.

An image of Thomas and I sitting at the college cafeteria laughing comes into my mind.

Yes, I have betrayed him, but he came to my wedding and watched me marry another man. He cannot expect me not to share a bed with my husband. I tell myself what Thomas and I have is far more than just animal lust. Our relationship is based on mutual respect and admiration. One day, I will be free again and I will marry him then.

For now, I cannot bring myself to regret what has happened or hate Valentino for it. Something tells me that if he returns right now to take me completely, I will not stop him.