Chapter 20
Chapter twenty
Ginni
Carlo was such a good boy. I’m so very proud of him. I thought it would take him a lot longer to come to his senses and realize he loves me. Yet here he is, staying quiet so he can stay with me.
It’s amazing. We really are going to have the best marriage ever. A very long and happy one. So many people are going to be envious of us.
My hands glide over his incredible body. His strong, masculine, well-defined muscles quiver under my touch. It’s positively delightful. He is so responsive, it is like his body already accepts that it’s mine.
Carlo’s eyes are closed, dark lashes exquisite against the rich tones of his skin. His expression is almost serene. He isn’t protesting. He isn’t trying to fight this. He is simply lying back and accepting the pleasure I am giving him. He is enjoying this as he should.
I brush lightly over his nipple, and it pebbles. I let out a happy sigh.
“It’s early for blowjob o’clock, but you deserve it.”
Carlo murmurs something that might be a half-hearted protest, but I can tell he doesn’t mean it. He is happy to receive his reward. His cock even twitched a little when I made my announcement.
Carefully, and with as much grace as I can muster, I settle into position between his spread legs. His glorious cock is right in front of me, and my mouth is watering at the thought of getting to taste it again.
I inhale his scent, and my eyes roll back. It is so good it’s making me giddy. I can’t contain myself anymore. Waiting is torture.
I wrap my lips around the head of his mostly soft length and suck him into my mouth. He grunts and his hips buck. He loves taking what I give him.
My tongue swirls lovingly around his crown. He is rapidly swelling. Hardening and heating. Growing.
Soon he is going to be a heavy weight in my mouth. Silk and steel. Hot and all mine.
My head lowers, rolling my lips down his cock, taking more of him into my mouth. I can’t wait to have him all the way down my throat. Stuffing me so full my eyes water. But all good things come to those who wait.
For now, I will concentrate on tasting him. Feeling him grow bigger and harder. Delighting on the way his silky flesh rubs over my lips.
I could do this all day, every day. Worshipping Carlo’s cock could become my religion. He won’t regret marrying me at all. What man would? I was put on this Earth to be a perfect spouse. Specifically for Carlo, but I’m sure other men would appreciate my skills and my devotion.
I slide lower, and his cock nudges the back of my throat. I moan in pleasure. Carlo groans in response. This is perfect. Heaven and paradise and all my wishes come true.
I hum in contentment and start to really work his cock. Bobbing my head up and down. Sucking. Providing pressure with my tongue.
The salty taste of his precum floods my mouth, and it tastes so damn good. A real cock is a thousand times better than all the dildos I practised with.
Desire and need coil low and heavy in my guts. Potent and insistent.
I pull off of Carlo’s perfect cock. A string of saliva connects us. He is glistening from my attentions.
My lungs suck in a breath. Carlo growls a protest. A deep one. I feel the rumbles of it in my own chest, and it makes me shiver.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. “Oh my love, I’m sorry, but you need to be patient.”
He opens his eyes and glares at me. Need and hunger naked in his blazing eyes.
I shudder with delight. “Riding you is going to be much more fun for both of us, but Marco ruined our routine and I’m not ready for you.”
Carlo stares at me. I can practically see him lighting up with the realization that his reward is going to be more than a blowjob. It really is adorable.
I slide off the bed. “I won’t be long.”
I skip off to the bathroom while humming a merry little tune. I shut the door behind me and hurry through everything I need to do, while taking care to still do everything properly.
It feels like it takes forever, and when I finally waltz back into the bedroom, my fears are confirmed. I did take too long.
My poor love is nearly all the way soft.
“Oh, I am a terrible wife! I should have put the porn on for you. What was I thinking?”
“Ginni…”
“Shh, don’t worry. I’ll have you hard again in no time at all.”
I wriggle out of my silk shorts and let them fall to the floor. Then, I do the same with my top. I’m completely naked, and it is so freeing.
Carlo’s eyes widen, and then darken. Color floods his cheeks. His gaze rakes up and down my body. Then up and down again. He can’t look away. He has never been able to admit it to himself, bless him, but he has been wanting to see me naked for years. This is all his Christmases come at once.
I climb back onto the bed. I stare deep into his eyes. Certainty settles over me like a comforting blanket.
“This needs to be a very special reward,” I tell him. “And I know how much you like to be in control.”
I swing my leg over his torso and straddle him while facing his toes. I wriggle backwards and hold my ass right over his face.
Carlo makes a noise that is pure sex incarnate. If only I could bottle it and keep it forever, it would be my most cherished possession.
“Whatever you do to my ass, I will do to your cock,” I say.
A strangled groan gurgles out of Carlo’s throat. A helpless whimper.
“If you want fast, go fast. You get the idea.” I’m sure he does. My husband is a very intelligent man.
I sigh happily and sit right on his face. I can feel his nose buried in my crack. It’s fantastic. But sadly, I can’t stay like this all day.
I lean forward and bend down until I’m practically lying on top of him. I suck his half-soft cock into my mouth, and I wait. And wait.
My poor love is trying to cling on to his denial. His mistaken belief that he is straight.
I suckle gently on his cockhead for encouragement. He groans, and sure enough, his warm, wet tongue tentatively licks at my hole.
The sensation is divine. Intense enough to make me whine. Gentle enough to make my heart flutter.
Another lick comes. Much more confident this time. It pulls a depraved cry from me. Then suddenly I’m whimpering as his tongue attacks me. I’m seeing stars. My veins are glowing with pleasure.
Carlo’s tongue is soft, wet, hot and clever. I never dreamed it would feel this good. This euphoria is profound.
Diligently, I try to focus on sucking his cock with the same fervor he is eating my ass. But it is hard. Ecstasy is making my jaw slack. My throat wants to sing my rapture. Nevermind that everything he is doing to me is all kinds of distracting.
His hands grab my hips. I’m so happy I have been giving him a little bit more slack in the chains every day. He deserves it, and this is so worth it.
I yelp as he pulls me back, pressing me even closer to his face, and burying himself deeper in my ass. He is devouring me like a starving man. All sloppy, and fervent. Passionate and delicious.
His cock falls out of my mouth. All I can do is wail, whine, whimper. My thighs are shaking. My balls are tight.
Suddenly I’m screaming his name as blinding white light consumes me. My orgasm rattles through me. My untouched cock dumps a load of cum onto Carlo’s chest. I shudder and groan.
Carlo’s tongue leaves my ass. He sags against the pillows, breathing heavily.
I pant above him, head down. I’m not sure I can move right now, my muscles feel too weak.
“Whoopsie,” I breathe.
I wasn’t meant to cum yet, and certainly not first. But Carlo is an extraordinary lover, and I’m not at all surprised.
Carefully, shakily, I turn around to face my wonderful husband.
“Don’t worry, darling. I promised you I’d ride.”
“Ginni…”
“Shh. It’s okay. I want to.
Carlo’s eyes are beautiful. Burning and intense. Full of lust and desire. Barely any conflict at all. He is doing so well. He’s learning quickly what he likes and what is good for him.
I shuffle backwards. I line his cock up to my wet and open hole. The hole he opened up so well.
I hold his dark gaze as I start to sink down.
Oh lord. The burn. The stretch. He is big, and I feel all tingly from just cumming. This is a lot. It’s almost too much. But I’m going to do it. I want to. I want to take my husband. I want to have the love of my life’s hard cock deep inside me, rearranging my guts and making me feel so good.
Carlo reaches for me, but the chains clang and bring him up short. He snarls in frustration.
“Slowly, Ginni. You keep going too fast. You are going to hurt yourself. There is no rush.”
I slow down. Savoring things is not a bad idea.
“That’s it.” He nods encouragingly. “Now breathe. Big slow breaths.”
I obey my husband, and his face lights up.
“Now, bear down against me. Like you are trying to push me out.”
I close my eyes and follow his guidance. There is a strange sensation, almost like a pop, and suddenly he is in. I pant in relief.
“Good boy,” says Carlo, his voice husky and ragged.
I moan and sink the rest of the way down. He is all the way inside me. Firm. Solid. Divine. I’m so full. Stuffed and stretched. I love it more than words can say.
“Now wait. Give your body time to adjust,” Carlo rumbles.
“I know.”
I love that he cares so much, but I’m not a sexual novice. I have done a ton of research and practiced with dildos. And it’s not like this is our first time. I had my debut on our wedding night. And there was the Twitch Stream. He really doesn’t need to worry about me so much.
My insides quiver. A little spasm of clenching around him.
I throw back my head and moan. “You feel better every time.”
Carlo grunts. “Cristo, Ginni. Don’t say shit like that.”
“Why not? It’s true.” I smile.
He swears and shudders. “Okay. Move now… please.”
I grin. “Anything you want, my dear husband.”
I lift up a little and sit back down. Oh. Oh my. That feels amazing. I’m going to get hard again, I can just tell. But for now, I can concentrate on Carlo. He gave me a lovely orgasm with his tongue, so now all my urgency has gone and I can fully focus on his needs.
I lift up again. I undulate my hips. I try squeezing my core muscles and holding him tight.
I stare into his eyes. I examine his face. I map every twitch. Every widening of his pupils. Every bead of sweat that gathers on his brow. I catalogue every twitch of his fingers, every aborted reach for me.
I try slow, and try fast. I find a rhythm, pace, and movement that drives him wild.
Satisfaction and pride bloom in my chest. I keep doing it the way he loves. I rock his world.
He grunts. He groans. His hips buck. A beautiful flush spreads over his face, down his neck and all the way to his chest. His head starts to thrash back and forward.
The magical sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the basement. The best music ever invented. My favorite soundtrack. I want to hear it every day. My man deserves no less.
His gaze stays fixed on me. Magnetic and powerful. Sometimes his eyes roll back, but they always snap back. He wants to watch me riding him. He doesn’t want to miss a thing. I have never been happier.
“Ginni!” he yells suddenly.
His body goes rigid. His heels drum on the mattress. Wetness gushes deep inside me. Pulse after pulse of it. The best feeling in the world.
He lets out a long exhale. His body flops, turning all loose-limbed and languid. His softening cock stays inside me where I’m going to keep it for as long as possible.
“Fucking hell, Ginni,” he pants.
I grin with pride.
I’m hard again. I reach for my cock and tug lazily. Carlo opens his eyes and stares at my movements. His pink tongue pokes out and licks his lips.
My body jerks, my insides flutter around his cock, and I cum. A nice, languid, tingly orgasm.
My cum lands on Carlo’s stomach. Not far from the puddle I dumped earlier.
Carlo chuckles. “I forgot what it’s like to be twenty-one.”
“No,” I tell him sternly. “You forgot how to be happy.”
He blinks.
I give him my best smile. “But that’s okay because I’m here to teach you.”
He blinks again. He looks surprised. Taken aback. Then his expression shifts, and I beam with delight.
Carlo looks as if he is finally starting to believe me.
This is all going so much better than I planned for.