Mr. Bentini's Lady: The Beginning (The Bentini Brothers Book 1)

by Jaye McCloud

  Suddenly, he yanks me to him and holds me tight. His breathing’s choppy, but then so’s mine. Feeling his heartbeat thumping against my ear, I pull back in his embrace. Cradling my face in his hands, he declares, “Tiressa, I’ve been waiting for you for so long. I want you so badly. I need to be inside you, baby. Now.” Swallowing hard, his voice vibrating with rough, pleading passion. “Can I make love to you?” As I look deeply into his feverish silver eyes, I can see both his toughness and his vulnerability. “Yes, Tony.” I whisper to him. “Make love to me.”

  I’ve never seen a man—who wasn’t a superhero—move so fast. Before I could think about changing my mind, I’m on my bed and flat on my back. With Antonio over me breathing heavily as he slowly peels the last of my clothing off my body, and toss them to the carpet. Once he has me naked, he stands back with a satisfied glazed look. “Tiressa…” He whispers low as if the words are clogging his throat. “I can’t count the number of times I’ve dreamed about seeing you like this.”

  Lying on my queen-sized bed naked, with Antonio fully dressed, standing over me, running his hot eyes all over my body, I feel extremely self-conscious and more than a little embarrassed. Although my body is fit, like many black women, I have my fair share of tits, thighs and ass. I can’t help but wonder how I measure up against the other women he’s made love to. Taking off my clothes for a man—any man—is not something I do on a regular basis. Actually, no man has seen me naked since I was married, four years ago. I feel so exposed and so vulnerable to the heated eyes staring at me. I don’t know what to do. So, I press my knees together, as I fight the urge to pull the cover up over my head. I almost want him to just jump on me and get it over with quickly. I try to cover my breasts with my arms.

  “No, don’t. You don’t have to ever hide your body from me, Tiressa.” Sitting on the edge of the bed, Antonio gently catches my hand. Slowly kissing each finger before placing it back at my side on the bed. With a butterfly touch, he runs the tip of his finger from my temple, down between my breasts, past my belly, to the top of my mons -causing me to shiver in nervous anticipation. He continues to talk to me as he stands back up and begins to undress. “Before I take you, I’m going to enjoy the taste of your silky caramel skin. I’ve dreamed about that too…tasting your body. Your belly, your breasts, your thighs, and especially that delicious little treasure between your legs.” No man has ever stimulated my body with just the sound of his voice and the words coming out of his mouth. I watch avidly as he slowly takes off one piece of clothing after another. But when he gets down to his boxers, I chicken out and turn my head away. “No, baby, don’t look away. I want you to see your man.” I turn back to watch him as he pulls his boxers down and steps out of them. …Only to gasp when he stands back up to his full height.

  Of course, I’ve seen plenty of penises before—in my playgirl magazines. But I’ve never seen one as big as Antonio’s—at least not one that I can actually touch and feel. Granted, I’m twenty-five years old and should be in the prime of my sexual experiences, but he’s only my second lover. I don’t want to panic, but I can’t seem to help it. I want him to make love to me…I don’t want him to hurt me.

  Panicking, I sit up and start scooting away from him towards the other side of the bed. “Antonio…I don’t know about this…” He rushes over to me, gets on the bed and takes me in his arms. With my back to his chest. “Tiressa, what’s the matter? What are you afraid of?” Leaning back against his broad muscular chest, I whisper, “I’m sorry Tony. I don’t mean to be silly. I just wasn’t expecting…I mean I know you’re a big guy and all, but I just wasn’t expecting that…Antonio, I…”

  Chuckling in disbelief, Antonio asks hesitantly, nuzzling the side of my neck “Ti? You can’t be this worked up over the size of my coc— my penis. Are you?” Twisting around to face him, I start talking fast trying to get all the words out before he thinks I’m an overdramatic twit. “Yes. Look Antonio, I haven’t had that many partners and it’s been a while for me…anyway, I’m just not that sexually experienced…I know girls say that a lot and guys don’t tend to really believe them, but in my case it’s true...” I hear myself babbling like a nitwit, but I can’t seem to make myself shut up. “…And none the size of you…in height or anything else. I want to make love with you, really I do, but it’s been a while since I…well, since I have…you know…had sex…well, I mean…I don’t know if a vibrator counts as having sex…I do have a vibrator…it’s one of those really small, cute ones…I think of it more as a kind of therapy tool…you know, like a stress reliever…well…anyway…”

  Shit, I feel so stupid! I can’t believe I just said all that!

  Finally, daring to look up at Antonio’s face, I’m relieved to see that instead of looking disgusted, he’s actually bemused by my psychobabble. I try one last time to express my anxiety. “…I don’t want you to hurt me.” Then I prevaricate. “And… And, I’m not on the pill…or any other form of birth control. …Now that I think about it …unless you have a condom, I think we should wait.”

  Antonio

  I believe her—not that it matters. From my thorough background investigation, I know that she’s most likely telling me the truth. She’s one of those sexually repressed types. I have my work cut out for me tonight. And as much as I want to drive my rod right into her sweet body, I know I’m going to have to take her slow and easy. Damn! I’m not the gentle-lover type, but I will try to be for her. Hugging Tiressa close to me, I lean down and kiss her forehead, her left cheek, her right cheek, her chin, and the tip of her nose. Then give her a series of long hot sweeping kisses, as I lay her back on the bed and position my body alongside hers. Resting on my side, I lever myself up on my elbow, leaning forward to caress her arm, in an attempt to further soothe her. “Tiressa.” Knowing how skittish my little lady is, I keep my voice low and calm. “I’m going to do my best not to hurt you. I promise to try to take it easy with you. You don’t have to worry about protection. I’ll take care of everything. I’ll take care of you. Do you trust me?” Looking deeply into my eyes, she hesitates briefly, but gives me a whispered, “Yes.”

  Although Tiressa is not the first black woman I’ve made love to, she is the first black woman that I’m madly in love with. Her panic over the size of my rod caught me off guard. According to some of the racial jokes I’ve heard, black women prefer men with big dicks. Well, apparently, the jokes on me because my woman sees mine, and damn near faints. I don’t have the largest tool on the block—nor do I want that honor. My shaft is apparently more than enough for my lady.

  I love kissing her. Her full lips fascinate me. I love the feel of them on my lips, but especially on my skin. Leaning down lower, I gently suck on the side of her neck, marking her soft, warm caramel skin with light hickies, before moving to her luscious quivering mounds. I’m so thankful that she has full breasts. I would have wanted her even if she was a member of the itty-bitty-titty-committee, but I’m glad that she’s not. Putting a hand to the side of each juicy supple melon, I push them together and bury my face deep. I crave the feel of her tight little buds in my mouth on my lips…and against my tongue. I love how hard her nipples get from my touch. Moving down on the bed, I open her legs and slide between them. “Tony. Wait.” She tries to close her thighs. But I’m wedged in good. My broad shoulders keep her legs spread wide apart and draped over my shoulders, with her feet high off the mattress. Holding her in place, I allow my eyes a moment to gaze upon the treasure I’ve laid bare. Then lower my head in heightened anticipation of the feast to come.

  “Tony, please wait…” Although her voice is shaky, I ignore it. “Baby, please…I need this! Hold on to the pillow.” My voice is rough, but it can’t be helped. Nothing is going to stop me from devouring her. I place kisses on the soft curly fluff lightly covering her mons before slowly getting my first full taste of her. Groaning low and deep, I’m in paradise. The sounds of my girl’s heavy panting turns me on even more, as I continue my journey to rapture. I ope
n her dewy lips wider, shifting my head to get the best angle as I continue to flick my insatiable tongue up and down on her. My entire face buried deep between her sensuous brown thighs, as I take her passionately with my mouth. Letting go, she lets out a soft scream into the pillow as her body is overtaken by a explosive orgasm. Her strong, firm thighs grip my head and I grip her until her climax subsides. Kissing my way up her body, I pause to dip my tongue into her belly then move to her breast. Gently rubbing my cheek across one pointy nipple before sucking the hardened tip into my warm wet mouth. I flick the tip of my tongue over the tender little morsel relentlessly as I roll and caress the other bud until once again, her muscles clench and her hips involuntarily jerk into the hand that is stroking the sensitive little nub between her hot thighs.

  Tiressa

  Slowly releasing my death grip on the pillow and turning my face to the ceiling, I keep hearing the words…OH MY GAWD...in my brain as I pant, trying to gain control of my breathing. Although I’m still embarrassed about Antonio burying his face between my thighs—and then some—I’m blown away by the talents of his tongue and mouth. He continues kissing me as his big hand cup my entire mons, squeezing, pressing down on the sensitive nub, causing my body to clench and jerk. Slowly undulating beneath his powerful hand, I revel in the pleasure of his fingers gliding along the seam of my pouty lips before sliding between them to set me ablaze with more earth-shattering caresses. I can barely catch my breath as I moan into his mouth. He’s stretching me as his fingers masterfully manipulate my heated body–circling, firmly easing in, gently pulling out—again and again. Quivering in delicious torment, I lift my hips up into his hand for more as I pant and cling to his strong arms. Yet, when he tries to give me more, I become uncertain. I break the kiss by turning my face away and pushing against his chest. “Antonio? Ouch…” I gasp as I squirm and push against him. The more he’s pushing into me, the more I want him to stop. This doesn’t feel so good and I ineffectively shove against his heavily muscled stomach as I try to close my legs. “Antonio…”

  “Tiressa. You feel so damn good.” He groans into the side of my neck. Suddenly his fingers are gone. But before I can breathe a sigh of relief, I feel the blunt tip of his rod nudging determinedly against my core. I shouldn’t be afraid…I mean, I’ve had sex before. But my husband must have been average because, he was nothing like this. Antonio’s not only long—as if that’s not enough, he’s also wide. I don’t think I can handle him…

  He kisses me passionately as his manhood slides between my moist lips, repeatedly stroking up, and rubbing against my hard throbbing nub. At first, I return his kisses, all the while enjoying the sensation of his manhood stroking my most delicate parts. Suddenly, Antonio enters me roughly, unyieldingly, stretching me painfully. Gasping, I cry. “No, Tony…wait!”

  "Don't worry, baby, you’re ready for me." He’s holding me down as he’s forcing himself deeper into my body; pulling almost all the way out, and then just as determinedly pushing back in, over and over again. Although I’m trying to control it, I begin whimpering with each thrust. Eyes shimmering with tears, I look up into Antonio’s handsome, set face trying not struggle as he flexes his hips and repeatedly drives his thick shaft into my body relentlessly. Unable to endure his passionate pummeling, I plead with him. “Antonio, please!… I can’t! … You’re hurting me!…”

  Antonio

  Gawd, I’m in ecstasy! I growl low in my throat as I move to completely cover Ti, pinning her to the bed. With each deep, hard thrust, she yields a little more to me as her body adjusts to my size and strength. I wanted to take her slow and easy, but there is nothing gentle about my lovemaking right now. I pound into her again and again, faster and faster, until her inner walls deliciously squeezes the entire length of my manhood, taking the last of my control. Throwing my head back, I silently yell my release as my muscles clench tight and my body uncontrollably jerks and spasm into hers.

  The satisfaction I’m feeling, now that I have completely taken Tiressa and made her mine, is indescribable. Resting my head in the curve of her neck, it takes a few minutes before my heartbeat is under control and my breathing returns to normal. It’s easy to see that she wants me out of her and off of her. But I put my hand in her hair as I cradle the back of her head. I can feel her entire body trembling against me. Holding her firmly in place, I flex my hips and ask, “Are you mine, Tiressa?”

  “Yes!” She cries, without any thought of hesitation. “Please stop Antonio. Yes…” Her voice is unsteady and quaking as she pushes ineffectively against my chest. I tighten my hold on her hair, “Do you know what that means?” Forcing her to keep eye contact with me, I don’t give her time to answer before I flex my hips again and press my manhood deep into her body over and over, rocking her with the force of my thrusts. “It means no other man will have you. “Do you understand me?” Taking her mouth in a near savage kiss, I explode again –filling her with my hot seed…again –convulsing, my rod twitches and jerks uncontrollably inside her tight body until I collapse on top of her. This time I quickly lift up off her. She works to catch her breath before finally exhaling a long quivering sigh of relief as I slowly pull my now well-feed staff out of her love-swollen sheath.

  I lay on my back, completely sated, catching my breath, with one arm above my head and the other arm lying across Tiressa’s bare breasts. She has her head turned away from me. I move to lie on my side as I gather her in my arms …her back to my chest, and my chin resting lightly above of her head. Knowing that I was rough with her and feeling her soft warm body still trembling, I try to soothe her. “Tiressa, I know our first time making love was a little rough for you. I lost control. But I promise you, it will get easier…. better.”

  When she doesn’t respond, I continue. “It wasn’t all bad, was it? …Baby? …Tiressa? Ti…” When she still doesn’t respond, out of sheer desperation, I offer… “I know you must be a little sore. Do you want me to run you a bath?” She releases a shaky sigh and then nods her head yes. Placing a kiss on the top of her head, I get out of bed and go into the bathroom, glad to have something I can do for her. Her bathroom isn’t as luxurious as mine of course, but it’s nice and it has a decent-size jet bathtub. I run her a bubble bath with water hot enough for her to soak in comfortably.

  Tiressa

  After Antonio leaves the bed, I lay there thinking about what just happened. Everything seems so surreal…heavy and moving in slow motion. I don’t know how to feel about Antonio. He was so out of control. Is that normal? He was so aggressive and forceful and …so all consuming. And the thing about my belonging to him. Do boyfriends behave like that? Do men in love behave like that? …My ex never did. Deciding that I’m just too exhausted and sore to worry about it tonight, I turn my attention to taking inventory of my aching body. Feeling the tenderness between my thighs, my only concern is that Antonio will want to do it again. And that’s the last thing in the world that I want, right now.

  Hearing the water running in the bathroom, I scoot to the end of the bed and, groaning, manage to pull myself up to sit on the side of the bed, wrapping one of the sheets around my nakedness. My body aches and my vajayjay is sore and on fire. I tuck some of the sheet between my thighs to wipe away the mess that I was left with, from both of our bodies—how fair is it that most of the body fluids are left with the woman? As I gingerly wipe myself, I realize that I don’t remember if Antonio wore a condom or not.

  Of course he wore a condom. He told me that I could trust him. Yeah right, how many men have said that shit before. But from everything I know about Antonio Bentini…which admittedly, isn’t a whole lot…he isn’t irresponsible like that. He wouldn’t make such a deliberate mistake. Wait. I’m getting myself all worked up for nothing…surely he used a condom. Didn’t he?

  I check the small garbage can I keep on the side of my bed…the side of the bed where Antonio was standing when he got undressed. No condom…no condom wrapper. I try to remember the number of times Antonio came… two
or three, I’m not exactly sure. What I am sure of …is that each time he came, he remained inside me; he didn’t withdraw. My vajayjay twitches as if remembering the feel of Antonio’s hot sperm coating its walls. Damn, I’m going to have to ask Antonio if he used a condom.

  The thought of the possible ramifications, has me feeling the beginning of a bad headache. Opening my nightstand drawer, I rummage for the bottle of extra strength painkillers that I usually keep in there. I take two pills. Think about how much I hurt and take one more.

  Just as I’m swallowing the last pill, Antonio suddenly snatches the pill bottle out of my hand and grabs my shoulders. “What the hell are you doing?!” He shouts in my face as he shakes me roughly. Taken aback, I try to respond. “I’m just taking a few painkillers.” Antonio releases my shoulders, and frowning fiercely, examines the medication bottle. Sitting down next to me on the side of the bed, he sighs, runs his hand through his hair and says, “Sorry, I overreacted. I saw you swallowing what I thought were a hand full of pills and panicked. Putting his arm around my shoulders, he pulls me into his embrace, hugging me. I can feel his heart beating rapidly against my ear. “You thought I was going to harm myself or something?” I ask in astonished disbelief. Antonio gives me a light squeeze; kiss the top of my head and stands up. “We’ll discuss it at another time. Right now, I want to know if you need me to carry you to your bath.”

  Looking up at him, with my head tilted to the side in question, I agree that we should table that discussion for another time. “No, I can manage it on my own.” I try to stand up and promptly fall back onto the bed, surprised to find that my legs still feel rubbery and heavy. Antonio gives me an, I told you so look, put his arms under my knees and scoops me up—bed sheet and all. “No, Antonio, I’m too heavy. I don’t want to fall!” I squeal, tightly wrapping my arms around his neck and clinging to him. I haven’t been lifted this high off my feet since I was a kid. Although I’m average height, I’m pretty solid, weighing about 150; which is considered pleasingly thick for a black-girl—I wear my weight damn well. My Hell Boy is impressing me with this show of strength. Ignoring my protests, Antonio carries me into the bathroom. Setting my feet on the floor, he gently touches his mouth to mine, then to the side of my neck before taking my lips in a delicate kiss. Breaking contact, Antonio asks, “Do you want me to help you into the tub?”