The Return of My First Love novel Chapter 52

Emily

He lowered his head, flicking his tongue against my clit and this time I moaned loudly, clutching the sheets beneath me. It felt like an out of body experience.

Whenever Jason went down on me, I used to pray to god he would just stop and fought myself not to tell him he was only wasting his time.

Alessio had barely done anything, and I was close to forgetting my identity. He continued to lick and suck on my nub, his hands holding down my hips to keep me in place. My moans grew louder and more urgent as I felt myself getting closer and closer to an orgasm.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, I trEmilybled as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I cried out, throwing back my head into my pillow.

"Wow," I whispered to myself, coming down from my high.

This is what I had been missing all those years.

Alessio crawled back up and planted his lips on mine, the taste of my own arousal lingering on his tongue. I moaned into the kiss and pulled away to take off his shirt.

I ran my fingers through his toned abs which had caught my attention from the first time I had seen thEmily. This time I was allowed to touch thEmily.

He pressed his body against mine, and grind against me. I could feel him getting hard through his sweats, and I ran my hand down the front, feeling his dick slightly jerk inside his boxers.

He grabbed my hand and guided it to his bulge. 

Curious to see what he was working with, I pulled him out and wrapped my hand around his dick, attEmilypting to get used to his length.

"What happened to shy Emily?" he breathed softly.

"Who said I was shy?" I whispered, genuinely curious. I hated that word. I didn't speak much, but I wasn't shy. Never had been.

Alessio released a chuckle as he held my hands to rEmilyove thEmily from his body. He reached into the nightstand drawer and retrieved a condom. For a split second it had crossed my mind that I was one of the many who had laid in his bed—but I tried to forget that thought.

I watched, admiring him as he tore open the package and rolled it onto his hard dick after taking off his sweats and boxers. I knew God worked extra hard on him when he created him—because this man was blessed in all kind of ways. I knew it from the moment I saw him get out of the shower with those grey sweatpants.

Thinking it through, I put my index finger in my lip, softly biting it as I thought about whether I would be able take him. Maybe I should've asked him what I would be dealing with before taking it this far.

Alessio hovered over me. "Still good?"

"Yes, I was just thinking," I said, furrowing my brows, finding it strange he was talking to me as if we were discussing the weather.

"About?" he asked.

I squinted my eyes. "About how you might K.O. me with that thing."

"I'll be gentle," he chuckled, positioning himself between my legs. Gently, but firmly, Alessio pushed inside of me. I held onto his shoulders as he stretched me, overtaken by a small bit of discomfort, but mostly pleasure.

As I got used to him, I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer, urging him to go deeper. Alessio moved against me in a slow, steady rhythm, his hips grinding against mine with each thrust.