Chapter 25
Chapter twenty-five
Ginni
I’m so relaxed, I could fall asleep. Carlo’s body heat is seeping into me. His muscles are firm against my back. The film is flowing along with its familiarity. I’ve seen it so many times I could recite it in my sleep.
But most of all, the thing that is filling me with profound joy, is the sheer miracle of not being alone. I have company. I’m being held.
The touch of another living being is a holy experience. Spiritual in its intensity. I never want to go without it again. And now I have Carlo, I don’t have to. He won’t let me. He really is the best man in the world.
Right now, he is engrossed in the film. His body is at ease, but there is an undercurrent of sharp focus.
He is enjoying himself and I’m so proud of that.
The mafia world that I was born into, and that he clawed his way to the top of, is rife with toxic masculinity.
He has probably never seen a romance film before.
He wouldn’t have allowed himself to. It’s another new experience I am gifting him with.
Idly, his hand runs over my chest. The chains are still long from our perfect dinner, allowing him nearly an unhindered range of movement. He can’t leave the bed, but he can do pretty much anything else that he wants to do.
It’s an absentminded caress. The movie has carried his mind far away, leaving his body behind. His body that clearly wishes to touch me. His instincts are not hampered by denial or ingrained, mistaken beliefs. His body knows the truth.
Carlo’s large, strong hand glides over the silk of my robe. The thin material does nothing to conceal his touch, instead it enhances it. Adding a liquid smoothness to his heat and strength.
I can ignore the clank of the chains. I can disregard the weight of them sliding over my chest as they follow the trail Carlo is scorching into me. His touch is wonderful enough to banish everything else to the far corners of my mind.
His palm brushes over my nipple. I shiver and gasp. Electricity shooting all over me.
Carlo’s hand freezes right over my sternum. Stopping motionless and still. His attention snaps away from the romance playing out on the wall.
Damnit. I was hoping he wouldn’t realize what he was doing. At least, not for a while. I was looking forward to savoring this for a bit longer.
I wish I had been capable of keeping still and silent, but his touch is incredible. I’m powerless to resist the magic he wields.
“Do you like that?” Carlo says, his voice thick.
Wordlessly, I nod.
He inhales sharply. Silently, but I’m leaning on his chest, so I feel it. It rocks my entire body. Lifts me up and down. I’m a little boat caught on the waves of his sea.
“Are they… sensitive like a girl’s? Mine aren’t.”
His cautious question swells my heart. My love has so much to learn.
Gently, I place my fingers just below his cuffs. I slide my robe open with my other hand, and move his hand to my nipple. “Why don’t you find out?”
His breath stutters. Time holds her breath in empathy. And then… then, Carlo moves. His thumb rolls my peaked bud.
I moan and fight to stay still. Very still. I can’t break this spell. Carlo is choosing to touch me of his own free will. It’s a big step. A brave one for a man as closeted as he is.
He takes my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He pinches gently. Exploring. Experimenting. Learning and discovering.
My body undulates helplessly. My nipples are little buttons of pleasure, and Carlo is turning them on.
“Your nipples are the exact same shade of pink as your hole,” he whispers in a tone of awe.
I’m not sure he intended to say that out loud, but I’m so glad he did. It’s a gift to treasure forever. Proof he is no longer fighting his attraction to me quite as hard as he used to.
It’s also interesting information. I never knew that before. I’ve never really examined my hole. The most I’ve looked is to check if the hair removal cream has done its job. It never crossed my mind to note its color, let alone compare it to my nipples.
Now Carlo has done all that for me. Now I know I match, and that is very pleasing. It’s cute and attractive, and my husband finds it sexy. It’s the best news ever.
His hand flicks and tugs. I whimper and gasp. My head falls back and my eyes flutter closed. His free hand moves and claims my neglected nipple. Now he is working both of them. Two little buzzers of pleasure lighting me up.
My cock is swelling and swelling. I’m wriggling. My hips are writhing.
Suddenly, hot, gentle lips suckle on the delicate skin of my neck, and I see stars. My loud keening sound of pure ecstasy echoes around and around the basement.
When Carlo took control with the butt plug, I didn’t get to experience the joy of his touch directly. His caress was via the proxy of the vibrating butt plug. And afterwards, when I rode him at his command, it was my movements that were driving things.
This, this is entirely different. This is Carlo touching me directly, with his own hands. This is the first time his movements have been controlling everything and allowing me to bask in the golden glow of his attentions. It’s like dying and going to heaven. Beyond perfect. Sacred and immaculate.
His lips kiss me. His clever hands play with my nipples. My body dances for him. Pleasure and rapture spark and burn. My mind is peaceful. No twisting, twirling, spinning thoughts. There is only Carlo.
His right hand leaves my nipple. I look down in dismay. My nipple is swollen and engorged. Puffy and dark. Several sizes larger than usual.
My robe has fallen all the way open. I’m naked for my husband’s gaze. His hand has drifted down. It’s resting on my stomach. Right by my hard and leaking cock.
His neck kisses have stopped. His tugs on my left nipple have become languid. He is distracted. Consumed by the temptation to touch my cock.
My lungs lock. My heart races. Touching my nipples was a big step, this is an enormous one. My love has been in denial of his sexuality since puberty first hit him. Touching his first dick is a big deal.
Of course, it’s going to be the first and only cock, apart from his own, that he ever touches. Because if anyone tries anything, well, they won’t have a dick for much longer. I’ll slice it off and keep it in a jar. Carlo is mine. The world will learn to respect this.
I force my lungs to move. I need to calm down. The only person Carlo is thinking about touching right now is me. Everything is fine. Everything is wonderful.
I let out a pleasure-drunk moan and allow my hips to lift beseechingly. If my love needs a little encouragement, then my love will get a little encouragement. Anything he wants. Anything he needs. If it is within my power, it is his.
Carlo groans. He moves. His large, strong, battle-scarred hand wraps around my modest cock.
The noise that pours out of my soul is deeply unholy. My hips buck. My blood fizzes and turns into lightning.
Carlo kisses my neck. He caresses my tender nipple. His hand glides reverently up and down my cock.
My eyes roll back. I’m catapulted into a screaming, full-body orgasm that wipes out all my senses until the only thing that’s left is bliss.
Eons later, I find myself a panting, sticky mess still sprawled against Carlo’s chest. I can feel his very firm erection pressing against me. Happiness is buzzing in my ears. Louder than a swarm of bees.
“Fuck. I’m sorry, Ginni. I shouldn’t have done that.”
I pout. Do I really have to pull myself out of my happy daze to deal with this? “Why not?”
Carlo sucks in a pained breath. “Because you are a very vulnerable young man. Taking advantage of you is a terrible thing to do. The… the plug thing was wrong too.”
Oh my poor, honorable love. His morals have got him all twisted up and confused. It’s understandable, because he is fundamentally such a decent man. It’s part of his charm and a big reason why I love him so much.
I sigh happily. “I am your wife. And you were doing so well in realizing that. But I suppose a little relapse now and then is to be expected.”
I pull myself up and turn around to face him, straddling his lap. He smells wonderful. All aroused and manly.
I reach for his hard cock. I’d be a terrible wife if I left him in this state.
My body flinches as strong fingers wrap around my wrist. I blink and then relax. I forgot for a moment that Carlo’s chains are super slack at the moment.
I stare into my husband’s eyes.
“No,” he says sternly.
“No?” I repeat. He doesn’t want a lovely handjob? Am I hearing him correctly?
“No,” he repeats.
His eyes are smoldering, and there is a stubborn set to his jaw. There is no talking to him when he gets like this.
“Okay,” I sigh happily. It’s no big deal. There will be plenty of other times to play with his magnificent cock in our glorious future.
Carlo blinks. His eyes widen. His dark eyebrows lift.
“You’re listening to me?”
He sounds so surprised. My silly love. “Of course I’m going to obey my husband! I take my wedding vows very seriously.”
Carlo’s eyebrows lift even higher. He looks completely taken aback. Shocked and incredulous. I smile and wait for him to wrap his head around the truth.
After a while, he just shakes his head slowly, as if he is all out of words. He lifts his cuffed hands and rattles the chains for emphasis. Making his point very clearly.
I giggle, giddy with delight. “Once you have adjusted, of course.”
Then I clap my hands together in prayer, and an excited wriggle takes over my body, and makes Carlo grunt.
“I can’t wait!” I exclaim.
And I really can’t. The future I have always longed for is nearly here. So close I can feel its breath on my shoulder.
All of our tomorrows are going to be golden. It is exactly what we deserve.