“I understand. I will be on my best behavior and try not to act out.” Knowing it is for the best that I do. “We have a problem though.”
Brows pulling together. “And what is that?”
“I was looking over my closet and I don’t have anything acceptable to wear. I mean, I don’t even know what is acceptable to wear…" I trail off. He noticeably relaxes when he realizes what my problem was.
"Don't worry that won't be a problem, I will have a dress picked out for you to wear and brought up before the party."
"Okay. So now what do we do until then."
"Now we get you settled into your new home." After we clean up, he leads me throughout the house, giving me a formal tour of our home before helping me unpack anything else I might need.
Later that night I am sitting on the bed as Nicoli goes to shower. Hearing the water turn on I settle back laying down, thinking over how much change one day can bring. Recalling my earlier embarrassment on the plane and the birth control topic. Oh shit I had already forgotten to take it. Nicoli’s family doctor had paid us a little visit today after lunch to give me my pills along with a short discussion on what to and not to do. Nicoli had wanted me to get an IUD so I didn’t have to remember to take a pill everyday but I didn’t want to. I had argued telling him I would rather just take the pills and assured him I would remember each day.
I was supposed to take one earlier around six but I had already forgotten. Setting them in the bathroom out of sight. Shoot Nico is going to see them and notice I haven't taken any yet. Maybe I can sneak in and grab the package off the counter while he is in the shower. Surely he won’t hear me under the water as it beats down on him.
Not wanting him to know he was right and make me get the IUD, I decide to hurry and grab them. Standing at the door I listen to the shower pouring down. Gripping the door knob I test it, twisting it slowly making sure it's not locked. With it fully turned I inch the door open, going slow to not make any noise or creaks. Once it is open enough to slip in, I slide my body through the crack I made stepping into the bathroom. Turning to the counter I freeze...
Nicoli is not in the shower, but is standing butt ass naked, eyes closed, with one hand bracing himself against the counter. The muscles in his back are tightening and pulling under the strain of movements. Glancing further down my eyes follow his moving arm right down to his… I suck in a breath as I take in the sight of him stroking himself.
Upon hearing my sharp intake his eyes rip open settling on me. Without being able to stop myself I glance back down at him. Holy shit he is huge. My intrusion doesn’t cause him to stop what he is doing and his eyes don’t move from me as he continues. Feeling as I should get the hell out of there I spin to hurry and retreat.
“Liliana.” His voice stops me in place. “Come here.” Slowly turning at his command, I see he has stopped. Reluctantly moving my feet towards him I closed the few feet of distance between us. Trying to remind myself to keep breathing as I do. Still holding himself in his hand, though no longer moving, he watches me. “You look quite curious, is there a reason you were sneaking into the bathroom while I was in here?”
“Um no, I just, I needed to get something.” My eyes glance back down at him, not able to help it. Seeing where my attention has fallen he straightens a little.
“Liliana.” His voice thickens with desire. “I want you to take me in your hands and stroke me until I cum.”
Taking a deep breath, feeling unsure and a bit nervous. “I don’t know what I’m doing, I have never done this before.” My eyes drop down again, seemingly they have a mind of their own. Curiosity builds within me despite my nerves.
“I will show you.” Reaching out he holds my hand inside his. Bringing it close to his throbbing cock as he places my hand around it, his holding firmly atop mine. He is warm and incredibly hard under my fingers. Slowly he moves my hand with his, running back and forth down the length of him. Squeezing hard into his flesh. He starts out slow helping me get the hang of the rhythm of how he wants it done.
This isn’t so bad. I think to myself, as he starts to pick up the pace. After a moment of setting the pace to what he needs, he drops his hand away. Leaving my own to continue stroking him. I must have loosened my grip a little without his hand there to instruct me any longer.
“Sweetheart it’s a cock not a flower you are not going to hurt it.” Shooting him a glare at his smart ass comment, I grip harder around him. Determined to see this though now. Continuing my passes as I rub him back and forth.
“Keep going faster,” he instructs. Increasing the pace as I focus on the movements. Seeing my small hand wrapped around his cock, it's a little startling at the size difference.
There is no way this is going to fit inside me.
A guttural grunt comes from him and he begins to tense up, the muscles in his body seem to tighten even further. It's incredibly hot to see him like this and I find myself a little turned on
