Chapter 5 Massimo
Massimo
Nothing has changed but two simple words, I do. But those words now bind my kitten to me. My wife. Two words I never thought of ever wanting to hear, but now fill my mind like a sacred gift that I don’t plan to let go, no matter what she thinks, or my father wants me to do.
Her eyes shine with lust, and her pussy sparkles with wetness because she’s just as turned on as me, this attraction like a thirst or craving that neither of us can deny, and when I stroke her pussy with a finger, and then bend my head to taste her with my tongue, my cock throbs when she moves gently and lifts her hips.
Sophia is not in charge of her pleasure though.
She should know that by now, but yet my naughty little kitten likes to test the boundaries any chance she gets.
She moans softly as I stroke her center with my tongue, and her hips start to move before I slide my hands beneath her bottom to hold her still, to make her accept my pleasure with nowhere to turn or move causing her to purr.
Her sweet sounds cause my dick to turn to stone.
Something about her coming so completely undone, losing herself in the moment so utterly and completely that she forgets all thought of where she is, who’s around or anything but me, that is fucking pleasure, and she gives it all to me.
She thinks I have all the power, but my kitten is the one with that, whether she knows it or not.
But while she has the power, I want the control to unleash her desire in my own way.
Sophia writhes beneath me but still I hold her tight, licking and caressing, reaching up to stroke her tips, first with a gentle caress and then a firmer stroke.
Getting her prepared before inserting a single finger into her ass.
Her purrs and the way she moves on the end of my tongue tell me far more than words.
My little kitten is lost in the pleasure, almost on the edge, exactly where I plan to keep her for a while as I stretch her and ready her for tonight.
I insert the second. The look in her eyes, the gentle change to her lips, and tenseness of her body all tell-tale signs that she’s close to spilling over the edge, but that’s not going to happen yet.
I’m far from done with her and won’t be until I’ve played with my kitten until far into the night and taken her anal virginity.
Until then, she’s going to spend hours getting close, and then close again, coming all over me, only to start all over and then come again.
Tomorrow, my little kitten is not going to be able to walk without feeling exactly where I’ve been.
But when her little pants turn into my name, and her head moves from side to side, finally, I give her what she and I both need.
I drown her sounds of pleasure with my mouth, kissing her so no one in the hall or even those below who are probably still gathered for drinks will hear my kitten in the throes of passion.
Those sounds are only for me because with Sophia, I am clearly possessive as fuck.
She’s mine and I don’t want anyone looking at her or hearing the little moans that are meant just for me.
I run my hard cock through her juices, lifting her leg with one hand beneath her toned thigh, sliding my cock in with one thrust, deep, all the way to the end of her, feeling her so deep that neither of us can breathe.
Lost in the moment, in the way her eyes look at me and then roll with the pleasure.
I drive in deep, again and again, the sound of my name spilling from her lips over and over, panting my name driving me over the edge with her.
Lost for a moment in a total abyss, where nothing matters but the feel of her wet channel clenching me with need, spilling my seed deep inside, no barriers between us as we join as man and wife for the very first time.
I release her wrists and hold my kitten tight, her body gently shivering against my own, cradling her on my chest, still joined as one, while pushing a strand of hair from her eyes so I can see the emotion settled in her eyes.
She starts to say something but then changes her mind, sliding her hands around my neck instead, drawing me close and kissing my lips.
I do not allow her to break that kiss, not for a very long time, savoring every second of her sweetness. “A more than memorable wedding day, Mrs. Roselli.”
She curls into my chest, my dick still hard inside of her, without a barrier between us, yet there’s no regret or haste to pull out or do anything of the kind.
The thought of my little kitten with my child in her belly is a thought I find pleasing, but one that would most certainly throw more gasoline on a fire that is still raging hot embers with my father and ancestors, and I have no doubt with the Cassones themselves.
Time is a healer of all wounds though. I cover her with a satin sheet.
“Sleep kitten, I want you ready to play when we wake, because our wedding day is far from over and our wedding night has not even yet begun.”
Hours later I smooth her silky dark hair down the length of her back, sliding a hand over the sexy curve of her spine as she circles a caressing finger in the hair of my chest. “Massimo?”
Her eyes meet mine as her fingers crawl down the length of my stomach, teasing the light hair, following the trail until she reaches my dick, already hard and ready for my kitten again.
“I always knew I was saving myself, you know, back there for the right person, a special person. It’s officially our wedding night,” she says.
I roll on top, caging her beneath me in one swift movement, holding my kitten prisoner in the protection of my arms. My lips hover slightly above hers, barely touching her with a kiss that causes her to shudder.
Her eyes are wide. My brave and fearless kitten knows exactly what she wants and has developed a strong sense of what she likes sexually.
My chest fills with pride knowing she wants this, craves it even, and wants it to be with me, even though no promise of forever has been made.
Every inch of her is covered in my kisses, my lips, tongue and teeth feasting on every delectable part of Sophia.
Savoring the sweet taste of her tongue as it dances with my own, and the tips of her breasts swollen with desire while my finger caresses her slit.
My kitten is wet enough for someone experienced, but for someone barely stretched, I plan to help her along.
I run my finger through the solution laid out on the table hours ago, coating it with the lubricant before slowly inserting it into the tight ring of her backside.
Sophia loves it this time just as much as she did before, planting her toes underneath my legs as I give her two fingers and a little more.
Her eyes roll as I lick her clit getting her used to the fullness, letting her acclimate.
“Massimo,” she says, barely audible as she breathes through the pleasure and fullness.
I scissor my fingers, helping my kitten stretch before inserting a third.
Her eyes go wide but I soothe her with my voice.
“You’re doing so good, kitten,” I praise, slowly sinking them as deeply as possible, inserting one into her wet little pussy, curving my finger as I withdraw to rake against her g-spot, ensuring the pleasure will make her squirm.
Her mouth opens in that lovely little O.
My kitten is absolutely perfect, taking three fingers and moaning my name as she waits for more.
I shift to my knees, removing my fingers to replace with the head of my dick as I circle her tight ring.
“Breathe in and then don’t tense, kitten. I want you to push out, not clench.”
My kitten obeys me perfectly and the head of my dick slides right past the ring as she does exactly what I asked.
I still for a moment, letting her acclimate to the size, the sheer girth, so different then the width of three fingers and so much harder before sinking deep, right to the end of her, bringing her with me, claiming my kitten’s ass for the very first time.
A place no one has ever been but me and fuck if that doesn’t make me feel like a king.
I am relentless in my pursuit, watching her carefully as her body squeezes my dick like a vice.
When I know she’s right on the edge, I drive harder loving the way she lifts to accept me even deeper before she begins to shake on the end of my dick while screaming my name.
Sophia is so tired that I carry her to the shower, only letting her feet settle on the stone of the shower floor when I know she is steady on her feet.
The warm water washes over us while I soap our bodies from head to toe.
Sophia blushes so pretty as I clean her in the most intimate of ways, shampooing and conditioning her hair and rinsing us both before turning off the water and drying her with a cashmere towel from the heated rack.
I place another dry towel around her and fasten it in between her breasts.
“Dry your hair kitten. I’m going to go downstairs and get us something to eat. ”
“That sounds amazing. I’m absolutely famished.
” I head downstairs in only a towel, automatically regretting not having a luncheon or anything after the ceremony, but what would have been the point?
My father would have just ruined it. The downstairs lights are off as I make my way to the kitchen, thankful for Layna, who has left two plates covered with dome lids with a note on the top.
Take the lids off. Microwave for two minutes. Sophia will think you are an amazing cook. Layna.
I grin, making a mental note to give that woman a healthy raise.
I follow the instructions and grab a couple of waters from the fridge.
It’s late and while I’d love to ravage my new bride straight through to the morning hours, she needs her rest. And besides, I have firsthand knowledge that tomorrow, the polizia are going to be knocking on our door.