Gods above, does that have me trembling with anticipation. My manhood is already standing at attention just from the sound of her voice. I’m not about to push her beyond this, though; my intentions are to treat her well, not take what I want and run. I’m trying to make her feel the admiration and adoration she deserves.
“Is it alright if I turn around, then?”
“Yes. But don’t stare for too long.”
“I won’t. You have my word.”
I slowly turn around, and the sight that meets my eyes is beautiful enough to blind me. I’m going weak at the knees just looking at her. The contour of her body is even more perfect than I imagined, and she exceeds all previous imaginations elsewhere. I’ve seen a few women undressed before, but never ones I’ve truly cared about. This is heart-stopping, life-altering, and earth-shattering all at once. I can’t capture it with mere words.
“Alessia. You’re—”
“Don’t stare for too long, I said!”
Even though that look in those electrifying blue eyes says, “Come and get me,” I do exactly as she asks, and I walk around behind her instead, splashing water all over her back and shoulders. She shudders, but I know it’s not from the cold; the water’s perfectly warm. I sweep her long, wavy hair aside, massaging the muscles in her upper back, then bravely lean forward and plant a kiss there.
“Aurelio…why are you doing this?” she asks.
“Because you deserve it,” I whisper.
She doesn’t protest as I kiss her again, and again, and again, trailing slowly all the way down her back until I get to her hips. When I get there, I stop, touching only above her waistline.
“I’m not going to keep going until you tell me what you want,” I say. “This is all about you, Alessia.”
For a moment, she stands there, shivering slightly; I bet it’s from the sound of my voice in her ear. I impatiently wait for her reaction, anxiously wondering whether I’ve pushed her too far.
Then, just when I think I’ve shot and missed, Alessia unexpectedly turns around, grabs me by the neck, and pulls me in for a kiss.
Chapter seventeen
Alessia
This is beyond princess treatment. This is teasing, romance, and tenderness at its finest.
He’s tempted me to go all the way.
I seize him by the shoulders and pull him in closer, prompting him to loop his arms around my waist. I tease his lips with my tongue, and unsurprisingly, he lets me in right away. My first taste of him is beyond exhilarating; it blurs the thoughts in my head, shuts down all logic and reason, and prompts me to take more of him.
I don’t think he’s expecting it when I suddenly pick him straight up out of the water. His eyes fly wide as I lift his whole body like a featherweight, drape him across my arms, and carry him toward shore. He doesn’t stop me, though, his eyes instead darting up and down my upper body. I smirk, no doubt in my mind that he’s enjoying the view of my feminine qualities and my muscle structure alike.
Aurelio has some rather tempting qualities himself, qualities that have driven me mad over the past week in particular. His body has been screaming for me to take it, but I haven’t been brazen enough to make a move until now. He’s caught me off guard, though, making me swoon like a schoolgirl after she kissed her first crush. The sight of him boldly undressing in front of me was the fastest turn-on I’ve ever felt. His boldness had the effect of giving me courage as well, and now I won't stop until I’ve tasted all of him and touched every inch of him.
I carry up on the riverbank, laying him down in the soft grass. He looks up at me, eyes dilating as I swing my legs over his hips and pin him down by the wrists.
“Alessia, you don’t have to—” he starts.
I cover his mouth with my hand. “Stop. I want this.”
I move my hand so I can lean down and kiss him, which has his manhood hardening beneath me. I slip my tongue into his mouth again, but this time, I tangle my hand in Aurelio’s hair, and I rub myself against him. Aurelio gasps at the slightest movement of my body.
“Alessia, I was planning to spoil you,” he hisses. “You don’t have to do this for me.”
“Tough shit. A queen takes what she wants,” I say, smirking.
Our lips crashing back together, I take his hand and put it on my breast, finally prompting him to do what he’s supposed to. Aurelio doesn’t hesitate to bring both hands up to my chest and pleasure me thoroughly. His hands are so much softer and gentler than I imagined, even though I’ve held them a few times now. I find it difficult to restrain the moan that threatens to escape my lips.
When I realize I won’t be able to hold back my moans for much longer, I suddenly sit off to his side and take him in my mouth. Aurelio claps a hand to his mouth, stifling a very loud moan—or, at least, I think it’s a moan; it’s somewhere between a gasp and a scream of pleasure. He looks down at me as I set to work on him, panting heavily.
“Alessia—You—Gods above, you’re way too good at this,” he moans.
