Chapter 21
Santino
Mia is perfect.
She was made for me.
I already knew she was, but with every second I spend with her, it’s solidified.
I drive us home as fast as I possibly can in this city, running through everything I’m going to do with her when we get there.
Mia wants me.
She told me she wants me. She told me she needs me.
She fucking begged for my cock.
If she hadn’t already just made me come, I would’ve from her words alone.
I think Mia is starting to know her power over me, and it’s going to be fun seeing what she can get me to do once she knows how to fully wield that power over me.
I keep my hand on her thigh and squeeze, needing to get her naked five minutes ago.
If it wasn’t her first time, I would’ve fucked her in our new kitchen and christened the damn place the way it should be. But I can’t do that to her. Mia deserves the gentleman I want to be for her. She deserves the most unselfish version of me her first time.
The moment I park in the garage, I hop out and jog around to open her door. She takes my hand and looks up at me with a smile that has my dick throbbing painfully and my heart beating out of sync like she just reached inside my chest and wrapped her hand around it.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
she asks, the sweet melody of her voice like music to my ears.
“How am I looking at you?”
“Like you can’t wait to be upstairs with me.”
She smiles sweetly and my vision blurs for a second before clearing again on her angelic face.
“Well, that’s exactly how I feel, and I don’t need to hide that from you.”
“No, you don’t. Let’s go.”
She squeezes my hand and I tug her forward, kissing her until I feel her slump against me, unable to hold herself up any longer.
“Santino,”
she sighs, and I scoop her up into my arms and carry her to the elevator where she giggles and bites her lip. “I can walk.”
“I don’t know. You seemed to be pretty lax in my arms just a moment ago. I didn’t want to risk you twisting your ankle in those sexy heels of yours having you walk on your own.”
“Good thinking. A trip to the doctor might kill the mood.”
I don’t tell her, but it wouldn’t kill the mood for me. I’d still want to fuck her until she passes out no matter what. I’d just be more careful with which positions I took her in.
“Then I’m not putting you down.”
“Okay,”
she says softly, her cheeks turning pink.
Jesus Christ, she’s adorable when she gets shy.
I want to see her turn pink all over when I get her naked and spread open on our bed.
In our apartment, I walk us straight to our room and place her on her feet at the end of the bed.
“I’m going to undress you, Mia,”
I tell her, and she bites her lip and nods.
I bend down and grab the hem of her dress, peeling the skin-tight fabric up and off her body to reveal a sexy lingerie set of black silk panties and bra that barely cover her.
“Mia, you’re stunning.”
I have no other words. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. “Are you sure about this? I can still walk out of this room, pour myself a large glass of whiskey, and sleep on the couch.”
“I don’t want you to leave. Tonight was amazing and I want you to keep making it amazing. I want you to keep making me feel good. I want you to keep making me feel special. I don’t want tonight to end. I want you to show me how much you want me, Santino.”
I tuck her hair behind her ear and run the backs of my fingers down her neck to her exposed shoulder. “I can do that, Mia. It will be my greatest honor.”
Mia smiles. “Sometimes you say the sweetest things.”
“Only for you, my bride.”
I tilt her chin up and plant a soft kiss to her lips, feeling her relax and melt against me like she did before. It’s a feeling I’ve never felt before, knowing I can make Mia melt with a simple kiss.
I unclasp her bra and pull it form her body, replacing the satin with my hands. She moans and throws her hands around my neck, kissing me with a passion I hope I never get used to.
I knead her breasts and roll her taut nipples between my thumb and forefingers. Mia chokes on a moan and I swallow it as my prize. I want all her sounds. I want all her cries of pleasure and her pleads for more.
She’s all mine to take, and I’m going to make sure she remembers it for the rest of her life without a single regret.
She pushes my jacket off my shoulders and starts to undo the buttons of my shirt. It’s not nearly fast enough, so I push her hands away and rip the goddamn shirt open.
“That was hot,”
she croaks, and I laugh.
“I’ll remember that.”
“Please do.”
“Lay back, farfalla. Let me see you laid out for me to worship.”
She does as I say so beautifully, and I finish shedding my clothes before placing one knee on the bed to join her.
“Wait,”
she says, holding her hand up. My heart jumps into my throat. “Let me look at you for a moment. Stand back up,” she directs, and my body relaxes, realizing her intention.
I stand at the end of the bed and she props herself up on her elbows. The heat of her eyes traveling around my body has my cock stiffening painfully.
“Turn,”
she demands softly, but with clear authority.
I don’t mind feeling like a piece of meat. I want her to look at me, ogle me, and objectify me all she fucking wants. I’m her goddamn husband and all hers to do whatever she wants with.
I turn in a slow circle, and when I’m facing her again, she’s wearing a sly little grin that’s sexy as hell.
“Very nice, husband.”
“I’m glad you think so, wife.”
“Now, please,”
she says, running her hands up her stomach and over her breasts, “I want you to do everything you promised.”
Fuck. Me.
“I’m a man of my word, farfalla.”
Starting at her ankles, I kiss my way up each of her legs, loving the way she squirms and the way her breath catches every time my lips make contact with her skin. She’s so responsive.
At the apex of her thighs, I run my nose up the seam of her silk-covered pussy, and suck her through the fabric.
“Santino!”
she cries out, grabbing my hair in her fist.
I bite the top of her panties and lift her hips off the bed to drag them down her legs.
“Do you plan on keeping those, too?”
Mia asks, her eyes alight with humor.
“I do.”
She rolls her eyes and I pry her legs open in a quick motion, pressing her knees to the mattress. She gasps and I smirk. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, farfalla. I need mementos from our wedding night and tonight. Two memorable nights.”
“Oh,”
she says, her pouty lips forming the perfect little O that has my mind conjuring images of her lips stretched around my cock as she takes me deep into her hot little mouth. That’s for another time, though. Tonight is all about her.
“Yes, baby. Oh. Now, let me feast. I’m going to make you come at least twice before I fill you with my cock.”
Her eyes glaze over with lust. “I want to make sure you’re soaking wet and ready for me. Sound good, my bride?”
“Yes,”
she sighs, lifting her hips as an invitation.
Kissing my way up her torso, I swirl my tongue around her bellybutton and she grips my hair again, loving her need to connect to me. I lick the rounded paths under her perfect tits. They’re just the right size, and real. I could spend hours licking, kissing, and suckling on her sensitive flesh, and listen to sexy moans and sighs like the beautiful music they are.
Mia squirms beneath me and hooks her legs around my hips so I can feel how wet she already is.
I finally give some attention to her perfect nipples and she moans loudly, rolling her hips against me.
“Yes,”
she sighs, panting. “More, please,” she begs, and I suck on her nipple with enough force that she cries out, bucking her hips against me. “Santino!”
“That’s one,”
I rasp, loving that I can make her come just by playing with her tits. So sensitive. So responsive. So willing to give herself over to me to take care of her. So beautiful.
I slide my hand down between us and coat my fingers in her sweet cream before dragging them up her body and circling her nipples. I follow the trail I left back down her body, humming my approval as I go.
Holding Mia’s legs apart, I look up at her from her hips and commit to memory the beautiful sight before me. Her skin is flushed from her first orgasm, her chest rises and falls quickly with her short breaths, her hair is splayed out around her like a halo of light, and her angelic face is the picture of pleasure. Her head is tilted back, her eyes are pinched closed, her mouth slightly ajar, and her cheeks a bright flushed red.
I’m the luckiest man in the fucking world.
I run my middle finger down her center and rim her entrance, and my eyes leave her face to see her pussy leaking cum.
She wanted to fight me, and this, and deny herself what I already knew was going to be amazing, but her body’s reaction and response to me is all the validation need. It can’t be faked.
I need to taste her again. I’ve been desperate for more of her, and now I get to have all of her.
I lick her from her tight little asshole to her clit, and Mia’s hips buck up off the bed with a shout. I press her back into the mattress. I can’t have her taking control and riding my face just yet.
I eat her pussy until she’s shaking, gripping the sheets with white knuckles, and her mouth is open in a silent scream.
I have her right on the edge.
Shoving two fingers deep inside her, I suck on her clit and she explodes. Her pussy squeezes my fingers and pulses around them, seeking more. And fuck me, I can’t wait to feel her do that around my cock.
She’s as ready as she’ll ever be, so I crawl up her body and kiss my way up her neck, across her jaw, and over to her lips so she can taste herself on my tongue.
“Santino,”
she sighs, the sound a direct shot to my chest, all breathy and satisfied.
“Mia,”
I murmur against her lips between kisses.
I pull her knees up beside my hips and align myself at her entrance, using all my willpower not to thrust forward and be inside her in an instant.
She tenses just the slightest. “Don’t worry, farfalla, I told you I’ll go slow.”