( Filippo Valentini )
I come out from inside the guest room leaving her alone, I hear her calling me, but I just follow stunned to my room, I go to the bathroom, enter and turn on the light.
Virgin! - my mind can't stop thinking about it, she didn't even have to assume it in full. Just knowing that I was the first man to kiss that little honey mouth makes me feel stunned and... proud?
A strange feeling invades my chest, a feeling of possession... Her first kiss was mine. I really hope that I was the only one to have experienced the softness of that velvety, fleshy mouth. Just imagining another man touching her makes me want to pull out a gun and shoot them all in the head!
A virgin right in the next fourth! I have never had sex with a virgin, and knowing that I almost had sex with one makes my big boy sore from so much horniness. I'm going to need another shower!
I step into the shower stall and turn on the shower, the image of her full, firm, round breasts sinking into my hands becomes clear in my mind, her face red with pleasure, her sighs and moans as I massage her sex. I look down and observe my cock, honeyed with excitement.
"Cazzo, Renata!" I grumble as if it were her fault and not mine for taking an interest in a virgin and bringing her into my home.
I lean my body forward and rest both hands on the wall. The icy water runs down my hair, face, and body, but it is not enough to placate my needs. If only she were my wife, I would open the door to her bedroom, go naked and wet to her, lay her down on the bed, or press her to the wall and join my body to hers until we both find our way to ecstasy in the most sublime way possible.
I don't like this, shit, who am I kidding?
How would it feel to have my cock embraced by your virgin vagina?
That won't work, virgins are sentimental, reckless and clingy. I've never been curious to have a relationship with one, but this one is driving me crazy. Thinking about it makes a bitter taste run through my mouth. I don't want to get married or have children, but for a brief second, I considered having her as my wife.
As shitty as my father had been with me and my brothers, he was an example of a husband, at least in front of the others, I don't know how they were in the beginning of their marriage, nor in my brothers' time, at least in my time, he treated my mother well.
Marriage is something sacred, betrayal is a crime and although I am completely averse to the idea of getting married, when it happens, whether I like it or not, I will respect and honor my wife, protect her with my own life until death do us part.
“Non fotte!”, "don't fuck!", I curse in frustration at the direction of my thoughts. I close my hand into a fist and punch the wall. What am I thinking about? My wife? marriage? I must be going crazy!
My cock is stiffer, pulsing with the need to enter that tight channel, to the point that it makes me gasp. I can't resist, I lower my hand and squeeze the base, I slowly move up and down the length, this is the way I will end my night tonight.
I begin to stroke myself even faster as I remember what we just did and what we could have done. I aim for the drain and clamp my lips together so as not to moan too loudly and give away what I am doing here. My mind fills with fantasies of various positions we could be doing right now, her uncontrolled moans and the flushed, sweaty skin rolling around on top of me.
I growl softly as I watch my cum mix with the water and drip down the drain. I continue the movements until the last drop comes out. I tumble against the wall, feeling exhausted. The low temperature of the tile helps me put my thoughts in order.
Renata seems like a good person, sweet and caring, but I am not. I am dangerous, cunning, and I don't mind pulling the trigger when necessary. I have killed so many that I don't even remember the faces of many of them anymore. I have too many secrets, I am much more than what is on TV, and I know that she is not the kind of woman I should get involved with, I know I will break her, but I am too selfish. I want this virgin for myself, until I am satisfied.
Does she want a relationship? I'll give her one, even if it's only for a few days.
I leave the bathroom and throw myself on the bed, close my eyes and in seconds fall asleep.
As usual, I wake up at three in the morning, put on a sweatshirt and leave the room, go to her room and don't mind knocking on the door, I just open it and enter the room, for a moment I think Renata is awake, but as I approach the bed I see that she is still sleeping, the sheet is on the floor and her eyebrows are furrowed, her expression is frightened and a few drops of sweat are running down her forehead.
"Help... no please, help... stop, please..." she starts screaming and struggling on the bed.
I run to her and hold her hand, she is cold and trembling, tears are streaming from her eyes, and my heart squeezes. I start to caress her face, her skin is slippery from the sweat, her screams start to get louder and my heart tightens even more to see her so vulnerable.
"Calm down, mio coure, no one is going to hurt you, I won't allow it, you are safe with me," I said as I caressed her face.
"Help me... Don't hurt me... Filippo," she calls for me while she sleeps, and at the same time I am apprehensive for her and her nightmare, I am happy that she calls for me.
"It's only a dream, mia piccola", "my little one", I speak affectionately, I pick up the sheet from the floor and with one end I pass over her face removing the sweat, she doesn't stop moving and calling me for help, by instinct I hug her body that is struggling even more. "Sono qui, piccola,"- "I am here, little one", I speak softly while hugging her tightly.
Slowly, I feel her body relaxing over mine, her gasping breathing normalizes and her expression softens until she opens her beautiful brown eyes.
"Buongiorno, ragazza,"- "good morning, girl," her eyes look at me as if they don't believe I'm standing in front of her, I continue stroking her face, she closes her eyes enjoying the caress, but soon opens them and jumps out of bed as if she were touching a hot coal.
"What are you doing here?"