Chapter 23
Santino
Mia Antonucci.
My wife. My heart. My weakness. My undoing.
We spent two days in bed and I explored every inch of her body, learning everything it’s capable of doing and feeling.
Mia let me fuck her until she passed out, and then I’d wake her up with my mouth on her because I needed to taste her and touch her, but knew she was sore and needed a break.
Her screams and moans were the soundtrack on repeat for two days, and her naked body my canvas to create art with my hands and mouth.
“Wake up, my bride,”
I whisper in her ear, planting kisses down her neck and across her shoulder.
“No,”
she mumbles, curling into me and snuggling closer.
“I ran a hot bath for you and I’m about to make you breakfast.”
She opens one eye and peers up at me. “Pancakes?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“It is.”
“Then let’s get you in the bath. I know you must be sore.”
“Just a little.”
She shimmies her hips against me and I slide out of bed before I decide I need to fuck her again.
“Nope. Come on, my bride.”
I lift her in my arms and carry her into the bathroom, lowering her right inside the waiting hot water.
She sighs on contact. “That’s nice. Are you going to join me?”
“I’m going to make you breakfast,”
I remind her.
“You can do that after, can’t you? This tub is more than big enough for the both of us.”
Mia runs her hands back and forth over the sides of the tub and bites her lip, giving me her sexy eyes.
“Is it?”
Her eyes drop to my already half-hardened cock, which is getting harder the longer she stares. “Mia.”
“Hmm?”
she hums, feigning innocence by fluttering her eyes at me. She’s become quite the little vixen over the past two days.
“You’ve learned I can’t resist you, haven’t you?”
“You’ve mentioned a few times how you’d do anything for me, so I thought that extended to this. If not…”
She shrugs. “I can always just clean myself.”
“That’s an offer I’ll never turn down, farfalla.”
I climb in behind her and she settles against me, leaning her head against my shoulder. I grab the soap from the teak table beside the tub and lather the luffa generously.
Starting at her shoulders, I swipe down each of her arms, across her chest, and down the center of her breasts to her lower abdomen.
“Mmm,”
she hums, her eyes closed.
I watch her nipples pucker as they peek out of the water with her every intake of breath, and I can’t resist giving her pussy a little scrub so she can feel the bite of rough pain with the pleasure.
Mia gasps and then moans. “Santino.”
“Shh, baby, let me clean my dirty wife.”
“Santino!”
She slaps my leg and presses back into me, sloshing water over the lip of the tub and uncomfortably trapping my dick against her back.
I grunt in pain and she covers her mouth with her hand. “Oh, my God, I’m sorry! I forgot about…your…uhm…”
“Cock?”
I offer, and she giggles.
“Yes, that.”
“Say it, baby,”
I demand gruffly in her ear, running the luffa over her nipples again. “I like hearing your sweet mouth say dirty things.”
“Cock,”
she whispers, and my dick jerks. “I felt that.”
I kiss the side of her neck. “I wanted you to. Your dirty words make my cock want to be inside you and stay there.”
“That can be arranged,”
she offers, and my dick jumps again, wanting that more than anything.
“I wish, my bride, but you’re sore, and I’m here to take care of you right now.”
“I’m not stopping you from doing that, am I?”
she asks innocently, gently leaning back against me again.
Smiling, I continue to wash her flawless skin. My arms are only able to reach down to her knees, so Mia takes the luffa from me and gets the rest of her legs and feet, then hands it back to me. I slide it back up her thighs and she brings her knees up, letting them fall to the sides.
I swirl my tongue around the shell of her ear. “Is that an invitation, farfalla?”
“Mmhmm.”
Mia wraps her arm up around my neck, raising her perfect tits out of the water so I can see how fucking hard her nipples are and how desperate she is for more of my touch.
Goddamn.
I hoped she’d need me like this, and it’s a goddamn revelation to have the only wish of my life come true.
I run the luffa over her pussy and Mia shudders, lifting her hips to meet my hand.
“Hold still, my bride, or you’ll splash water everywhere. Let me take care of you.”
“I can’t help it,”
she practically whines, and I smile.
She has me doing a lot more of that, too. Smiling. Nothing much in my life had me smiling before Mia. She’s given me a new purpose in life and I’m never letting her go.
I continue to work her up with the luffa, her hips rocking along with me.
I bite the side of her neck and she moans. “Play with your tits, Mia,”
I demand, and her hands immediately cup herself. She kneads her mounds and I bite down on her neck. “Now pinch your nipples.”
I rub her faster and she does as I tell her, pinching and rolling her hard peaks between her fingers.
“It’s…”
she pants. “I need you to…” she starts to say, then stops.
“Tell me what you need.”
“I need you inside me. I feel empty.”
Fuck.
Her confession has my dick leaking and aching to be back inside her.
“I don’t have a condom in here,”
I rasp, pushing the luffa away and replacing it with my fingers, rubbing circles around her hard and swollen clit.
She shakes her head. “I don’t care. I need you.”
“Mia,”
I growl. “You don’t know what you’re saying.” I slip two fingers inside her easily, and she clenches around me, trying to hold me inside her. “You know I’m all in with you. I’d have knocked you up two days ago if I thought that’s what you wanted, but you need time.”
“Stop insisting you know what I need.”
I work my fingers in and out of her, then add a third finger, and she lets out a long moan. “Santino.” She moans my name and it’s so fucking sexy, I want to give in and give her what she’s asking for. “I’ve been on birth control since I was eighteen,” she admits.
I freeze. “What? Why?”
“Don’t stop,”
she begs, but I keep still. “I had bad acne and horrible periods,” she finally tells me when I won’t move again. “It helps.”
“And you weren’t going to tell me that?”
“It’s not your business,”
she says, trying to get herself off by continuing to play with her tits. I band my arm over her chest to keep her from doing just that. “Hey!” she protests.
“You don’t think it’s a husband’s business to know that his wife takes birth control?”
She remains quiet, but tries to move her hips, so I remove my fingers and press down on her pussy so she can’t move an inch. “Especially when they’ve been having marathon sex for days and have gone through countless condoms. Are you telling me I could’ve felt my wife bare, with nothing between us, and you weren’t going to tell me?”
“I just did.”
“Only because we’re in the bath and you’re desperate for my cock.”
“Fuck you,”
she growls, angry Mia making a return.
“I plan to, my gorgeous wife.”
I bite her neck, making her moan. “I just need to ask one more question.”
“What?”
she growls again, her anger making me even harder. I love how feisty she gets.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Seriously?”
“Deadly serious, Mia.”
She tries to move her hands over her tits and her hips against my hand, but I’ve got her pinned in place. She huffs out a frustrated breath. “Because I didn’t know if I could be with you like that. I don’t know where you’ve been. It’s called being safe.”
“I’m clean, Mia. I got tested at my yearly physical a few months ago, and as I’ve told you, I haven’t been with, or looked at, another woman since I first saw you. And just so you know,”
I add, taking her earlobe between my teeth, feeling her shiver in my arms. “I’ve never not used a condom.”
“I’d be your first?”
she asks softly, and my heart twists at the hopeful emotion I hear in her words.
“Yes, Mia, you’ll be my first. If you let me.”
“Please,”
she pleads, her eager desperation making me hard as fucking steel and just as desperate.
“Hearing you beg, farfalla…”
I say low in her ear, pressing her against me even more. “Can you feel what it does to me? You know I want to give you everything you desire. And if you desire me inside you with nothing between us but our need to be as close as possible, then it’ll be my pleasure. Literally.”
I take my hands away and lift her, lining my cock up at her entrance.
“Grip the edge of the tub, baby.”
She does, and I grab her chin, turning her face to the side so I can see the crazed need in her eyes for myself. I kiss her hard and pull her down onto my cock as I thrust up inside her.
Mia groans and bites down on my lip.
“Fuck,”
I grunt, and grip her hips with both hands, holding her down on me. “Do you feel me, farfalla? Do you feel all of me? Because you feel like fucking heaven.”
Her breathing is erratic. “I feel you. You feel like heaven, too. Deeper. Bigger.”
“And I’ll feel even deeper like this,”
I tell her, lifting her up and switching her from having her feet flat down beside my legs, to a kneeling pose and then sit her back down on my cock.
“Ahh!”
she cries out, arching her spine and dropping her head back. “Yes!”
I grip her hips and guide her up and down my cock, letting her get used to the new position.
“Santino,”
she moans. “So good.”
My ego inflates along with my heart, feeling like a goddamn superhero for giving it to my girl so fucking good.
I know the moment she wants to take over and I loosen my grip just the slightest, letting her ride me.
The way her back and arm muscles flex every time she lifts up and drops down on me has me mesmerized. The top of her ass peeks out of the water every time she does, too, and it’s a fucking sight to see.
“You look so beautiful fucking me, Mia,”
I praise, and her inner walls squeeze around me like a vice. “You’re making it very difficult to not take control and fuck you from behind so I can see more of your perfect ass jiggle as I slam into you and hear your screams echo around me.”
“Santino,”
she moans. “Yes,” she manages to say, her rhythm faltering after my words. “Fuck me like that. Please.”
“You know I love when you talk dirty, my bride. Now get on your knees and grab the end of the tub.”
I shove her forward and she clutches the edge opposite of me. Up on my knees behind her, I slap her ass and grab her round cheeks, spreading them apart so I can thrust right back home inside her tight pussy.
Yes.
Home.
Where I belong.
I fuck her hard, the water splashing all around us and onto the floor. Her moans turn into screams, and I go blind with the crazed need to fuck her until I’m imprinted inside her. I want her to feel me for days. I want her to know that not telling me she was on the pill has kept us from fucking like this for two days.
A little punishment with her pleasure.
The telltale fire starts to travel down my spine, starting at the base of my neck, and settling at the base of my spine. I fight it for as long as I can. I want to keep fucking her. I have to keep fucking her.
I fuck her through her first orgasm, almost blowing my load with how tight she’s squeezing me. Her pussy is pulsating around me, but I keep going.
I know her body now, and I can feel another orgasm building in her, so I drop a little lower to fuck her upwards at a slightly different angle that I know will hit that spot deep inside her that will be her undoing.
Over and over, I hit that spot, and her screams grow louder and louder. Music to my fucking ears.
“Give me another one, Mia,”
I growl out, and she wails out a scream that has her body vibrating and her pussy sucking my orgasm right out of me.
Groaning, I let her take me with her and slam into her one last time as my cum shoots into her, coating her insides and marking her as mine, and only mine.
I’ve never done that with any other woman and it feels like the most powerful gift I can give Mia. She’s giving me all her firsts and I’m giving her all the ones I have left.