She’s My Queen

20. His lips are soft

20

HIS LIPS ARE SOFT

CRISTINA

T he way Severio chastised me for thinking of him like I would a silly high school bully makes me feel bad. I want to apologize, but reserve it for later because I don’t want to disrupt the moment I’m having with this man I dislike and like at the same time.

Severio hooks both hands under my knees and spreads my legs, then slides his palm down my calves and ankles, which he grips tightly, almost painfully. There’s aggression in the way he looks at me and touches me, but there’s also assurance he won’t hurt me. It’s the sexist combination I’ve ever experienced.

I’m a virgin, but I’ve been with guys doing things that don’t involve penetration.

He places the soles of my feet on his chest.

“Take off your panties.”

I hook my fingers behind the hem of my underwear and slide them over my thighs. He takes over and removes them the rest of the way. When I think he’ll toss them on the floor, he fists the material and brings it to his nose. He inhales loudly and growls on the exhale.

I press my lips together, stifling my shock. I have no idea why that was sexy besides the fact the way Severio did it and seemed to have enjoyed something so primal.

He tucks my panties behind the elastic of his boxers, then slides his palms down my legs and starts to lean forward so that my knees naturally part for him. When he settles his head between my legs, he puts my feet on his shoulders and holds my ankles.

I stare at the ceiling. Cold air brushes my middle. The butterflies are in full panic mode in my belly, and I swallow my nervousness, resisting the urge to chat and shatter the moment because I’m tense. I’m also terrified of what we’re doing.

But I can’t tell him no, because I want him.

I squeeze my eyes shut, doubting my sanity when his fingers spread my entrance, and he says, “Ah fuck, Cristina, your hymen is still intact.”

I cover my eyes.

Geez.

He touches his lips against my clit, then caresses the bud a few times before sucking it into his mouth. A finger slides up and down my opening, and when he pokes inside, I tense.

Severio pauses and removes the finger. His mouth is back on my clit, now licking with more urgency. His expert tongue licks between my legs until they start shaking. Now, he licks me faster, drawing out my clit, flicking my bud with his tongue while trapping it between his lips. When I near orgasm, he releases the bud, and I whine, protesting. Frustrated, I beg until he starts kissing my clit once more and making me feel good again.

Severio is a patient lover. I’m a frustrated, hot mess, wriggling my bottom, lifting my hips, trying to grab his hair. He’s restrained me in the front with my own panties while I’ve moaned his name a dozen times, pleaded with him to let me finish.

Severio is also a quiet lover, drawing out my pleasure, not letting me come and making out with my pussy in earnest. His fingers tease my entrance, but never poke it or enter it, and I need them inside, entering my hole, because I’m so wet and achy and empty.

I beg him to let me come, but it seems my pleas only encourage him to keep me on the edge.

Severio is a sadistic lover. Every time I almost come, he stops rubbing me or licking me and chuckles against my pussy.

I grow fussy, wiggly, and near tears, trying to gain some friction on his mouth, but then Severio crawls up my body. He hooks my bound wrists over his neck, and his mouth latches onto mine as something smooth and large presses against my slit. He starts rubbing me with his cock.

“Come now,” he says. My body, as if it’s his to command, releases my orgasm at my entrance. Before I can gather my wits, he pushes inside.

I gasp, stars playing over my eyes.

“That a girl.”

I exhale into his mouth as the pain and pleasure hit me all at once.

He pulls back, removing the pressure, and keeps kissing me with his mouth, which I can taste myself on. My eyes start to close as Severio kisses me slowly, passionately, his hand cupping one side of my face, allowing me time to comprehend what just happened.

Severio Mancini took my virginity. He broke my hymen. Not with his fingers, but with the tip of cock. But he’s not inside me, entering me, fucking me. He’s just kissing me.

As I kiss him back, I feel his hardness between my legs. I reach down and grasp him. He’s slick from my orgasm and hard. So hard and large that I can’t wrap my fist around his girth. How did this big mushroom top even get inside me? Did it even go all the way in?

Severio groans. It’s encouraging, and I jerk him off faster. He cradles my head, tilting it more so he can kiss me deeper and harder and faster, and I think he might want to swallow me whole, devour me. Maybe he does want that.

He covers my hand with his, and we move our hands up and down over his length until he guides his shaft back between my legs and nudges my entrance. He doesn’t enter me or hurt me, but slides the very tip of him inside. It feels like pressure, and I lift my hips, seeking more. Severio’s body stills; his hand holds down my hip, right before he ejaculates inside me.

We don’t stop making out.

He devours me, slowly, consuming all my being, so much so that I hitch a breath and tears stream down my cheeks. I’m not unhappy. I’m not anything. I don’t have a name. I don’t know who I was.

Now, I am nothing besides his.

Perhaps I never knew anything before he came into my life, and he’s peeled off the veil that the people around me kept over my eyes.

When I choke on that thought, he pulls back and looks down at me. “Don’t you dare regret this.” His jaw is hard, eyes narrowed, body taut.

“I won’t. I won’t. I swear it.”

Severio exhales. “Good.” He pecks my lips and rolls onto his side, bringing me with him. My hand gets stuck between us.

I grasp his shaft again.

“Be a good girl and put that thing back into my boxers before it ends up inside you all night.”

I smile through my tears and squeeze him.

Severio sighs. “I mean it.”

He doesn’t sound convincing, but I tuck him into his boxers and rest my head on his chest. His heart beats fast and steady. Controlled. Always controlled. But I think tonight, he might’ve snapped. I don’t think he meant to penetrate me, not even for a little bit. I think he couldn’t resist breaking my hymen once he saw it was intact.

I don’t think he meant to make out with my mouth either, because he decided to make out only with my pussy. I definitely don’t think he meant to come inside me.

Severio might’ve gotten caught up in the moment.

If I ask him if what I think is true, he might deny it, but even though I risk disappointment, I’m curious, perhaps even brave.

Are you a cat?

“Severio?” I whisper.

“How are you still awake?” he asks.

My eyelids are drooping. “I’m barely awake.”

“Stop fighting sleep.”

“I will after I know something. It’s kind of deep.”

“Deep?” He chuckles. “I’m listening.”

“Did you mean to fuck me tonight?”

“Believe me, Cristina, I didn’t fuck you.” He pauses. “The answer is no.”

“But you took my virginity.”

“Since you mentioned you were a virgin, that’s all I’ve thought about.” He fists my hair and pulls, forcing me to look up at him. Blue eyes search my face. “What’s with the beating around the bush? Ask what you want to ask and go to sleep.”

“Did you get caught up in the moment the way I did?”

For a second there, I think he’ll deny it or just tell me he didn’t. I’m starting to regret asking this question, but Severio is no cowardly man. Not with actions. Not with feelings. Not with anything at all.

“You are asking me if I lost control.” He’s searching for something in my eyes. His gaze penetrates inside, and I think he’s searching for confirmation that he can trust me with his truth.

I think he finds out that he can. Or that the risk is worth taking.

“Briefly,” he answers with a sigh as if it pains him to admit it. “Your body responds to me as if it’s made for me. You are a beautiful woman, Cristina Mancini. You hold more power than you know what to do with. Now, go to bed.”

“I’m in bed. Do you want me to go to my bed?” I tease.

Severio spanks me.

It’s not painful. It’s playful, but shocking. I go to soothe the slap, and he captures my wrist and spanks me again, but this time, he grips my bottom and squeezes. His blue eyes flare with excitement, but Severio doesn’t spank me again. Instead, he presses his soft lips against my forehead. “Sleep.” He tucks my body into his, and somehow, I feel dainty again.

“Hey, I’m not a Mancini,” I tell him before I start to drift off to sleep.

“You are,” I think I hear him say.