Chapter 28
Chapter twenty-eight
Ginni
The kiss grows deeper and deeper. It burns hotter and hotter. Carlo is pressing me close to him, so close it’s like he is trying to meld us together. Combined with how deeply he is kissing me, he’s clearly trying to reach my soul one way or another.
His hands run down my back, rubbing the silk of my very short robe against my skin. His hands reach my ass, slip under the thin material, and cover my bare ass. One cheek in each palm.
I gasp and arch into the touch.
Carlo pulls away from our kiss. “Want you.”
My heart and cock both swell. Love and lust. A perfect symphony. The best combination in the universe, nothing goes together better, nothing at all.
“I douched earlier,” I say.
Carlo’s eyes darken.
“But I haven’t opened or lubed.”
One of Carlo’s scorching hands leaves my ass cheek. He scrambles at the bedside table where I thoughtfully placed a bottle of lube.
I’m so glad I gave his chains so much slack. If this is what he does with his longer leash, then he definitely deserves it.
His other hand leaves my butt, and I whimper at the loss. My ass cheeks are cold now. Naked under the short robe in a way they weren’t before his touch.
Carlo smears two of his fingers with lube. I blink at the sight. Then I blink again, just to be sure. Why isn’t he handing me the lube and telling me to get on with it?
He drops the bottle of lube and yanks me towards him for another kiss.
My startled squeak is muffled. But then I melt into Carlo’s kiss.
He tastes divine. And the way he is taking control and plundering my mouth is exquisite.
He is an exceptional kisser. I shouldn’t be surprised.
Carlo excels at everything he does because he is perfect.
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back thoroughly.
I hope I’m doing it right. Learning how to kiss was the hardest subject to find tutorials on.
Everyone seems to think it should come naturally, be instinctual.
And actually, judging by the way I’m turning into a puddle of goo in Carlo’s arms and how hard his cock is, it seems they were right.
Kissing my husband is as easy as breathing.
A lubed finger brushes over my hole. I whine into Carlo’s mouth. My hips buck.
Carlo rumbles a sound of appreciation. His touch turns light, teasing. He is choosing to prolong this.
His finger goes around my rim. Around and around. Rubbing sparks into the sensitive flesh, while his lips never leave mine.
I cling on to him. I bounce, wriggle and gasp.
His finger changes direction. Swirling around and around the other way. Every lazy circle makes my skin even more sensitive. The sensations are growing and growing. The lube is hot now. Heated by our arousal. Wet, slick and oh so good.
Suddenly, I’m crying out, and my eyes are rolling back. Carlo’s finger has slipped inside me. Penetrating and claiming. It’s a taunt and a tease. Neither wide nor long enough for what I am craving. I need stretch. Burn. To be so full of Carlo that I can barely breathe.
His finger glides in and out of my hole. A cruel mockery of the fucking I’m yearning for. I rock my hips and try to make the most of the sensation. I kiss him with renewed fervor. A hungry pleading in my sloppy kiss.
I moan loudly as he eases a second finger inside me. That’s better. Much better. But still nowhere near enough. My mind is still busy, still swirling and spinning. I want Carlo to make me forget everything. I need the peace I know he can give me.
This is nice though. It is certainly a breakthrough. Carlo is kissing me. I’m sitting on his lap and he is fingering me. He isn’t trying to resist or fight. He is fully participating in what he wants. He is actively taking what he desires.
He has wanted me for years, I know he has.
Showing him how good we are together, as well as how perfectly our bodies fit, was the right thing to do.
It has shattered his denial. Crumpled his resolve.
Now that he has tasted me, he can no longer go without.
He knows exactly what he has been missing now, and he is never going to choose to miss it again.
A moan escapes me as Carlo spreads his fingers. Scissoring inside me. Opening me up. Getting me ready for his cock. I can’t wait to take him. I want him deep and hard. For hours and hours. I want my husband to fuck me until I don’t know my name and I can’t walk.
I throw back my head and yell as a third finger stretches me. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. That’s much more like it. Yes. Yes. Yes.
“You love being filled, don’t you? Little menace,” Carlo growls, his voice thick with lust.
I lower my head to meet his dark eyes. “Only by you.”
He grunts. The color on his cheeks deepens, and I swear I see flames ignite in his eyes.
He shoves his three broad fingers deeper into me. I gasp. My thighs tremble. My balls tighten. Oh fuck. I’m so close.
Everything stops. Carlo’s fingers become motionless. Still stretching and stuffing me, but nothing else.
I whine and glare at him.
His eyes are so dark and wide, I can see myself reflected.
“You are coming on my cock and not before,” he declares.
I pout, and thrust my hips. Oh that feels good. I can rock myself on his fingers like this and chase my peak.
Suddenly, a firm, strong hand is on my hip. Holding me still. I look down. Carlo has three fingers inside me and his other hand on my hip, stopping me from moving.
“On my cock, and not before,” Carlo repeats sternly.
My eyes narrow. He is so bossy. I know he likes to take control. I should let him take the lead, but I’m burning with pent-up arousal and lust. My orgasm is so close, I can taste it. Hovering on the edge like this is torture, and I’m too impatient.
With a hiss, I stand up and lift myself off his fingers. I move away from his lap and stand beside the bed instead.
Carlo blinks at me in surprise and confusion.
Before he can gather his thoughts, I act. I move to the end of the bed, grab his ankles and yank him down. He yelps as he finds himself flat on his back.
I jump back onto the bed, and kneel while straddling his waist. He stares up at me with a dazed expression.
I smile sweetly as I wrap my fingers around the base of his cock and line it up to my hole. He opens his mouth to say something, but his unspoken words turn into a gurgling cry as I sink down onto him.
Oh that’s better. He is sliding in so easily because he opened me up so well. This is bliss. His hot, silken heat is burrowing into me.
My ass cheeks reach his hipbones, and I let out a happy sigh. He said I couldn’t cum until I was on his cock, well now I’m on his cock.
I breathe slowly and carefully. My body needs time to stretch around the intrusion. My guts literally need to rearrange to make room for him. His cock has to carve a passage within me.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths. Carlo’s eyes are closed, his lips parted. His features are twisted into the shape of ecstasy. And I haven’t even begun yet.
Oh fuck it. I can’t wait anymore.
Slowly, I start to move. A gracefull dance of my hips. An undulation of my body. A languid glide up, and a sensual slide down.
Carlo groans. A deep sound of carnal pleasure. One that makes my toes curl.
I repeat my slow, gentle movements. His cock feels so good inside me. I can feel it nudging at my flesh. Rubbing over my tender rim.
“Faster,” Carlo pants, almost sounding like he is in pain.
Faster? After he stopped me from my orgasm? My husband is a cheeky man. This is what he demanded. So this is what he is getting.
I continue my elegant dance, with a smirk on my face.
He opens one eye. “Menace…”
The warning note in his voice makes me shiver. This is delicious. I’m going to keep this up.
But oh fuck do I want to cum. This is torture. Beautiful torture, but torment all the same. At least we are united in our suffering.
Both of Carlo’s eyes open. He gives me a look that makes my belly swoop, then suddenly the world is spinning. I yelp and bounce as my back hits the mattress.
I blink up at Carlo, who is now looming above me, his cock still buried deep in my ass.
Whoopsie. I forgot to tighten his chains. He can’t get off the bed. But he can do this.
His hands brace on either side of my head. I gulp.
He moves and my eyes roll back. A deep, powerful thrust. The strength of a mature man. Everything I have been inadvertently missing by riding. Oh my.
Carlo plows into me. He fucks me hard, fast and deep. I can’t breathe. I can’t see. I can only feel immense pleasure.
Slapping sounds are filling the air. The mattress is bouncing. Little grunts are being forced out of my lungs by sheer force and pressure.
This is heavenly.
Carlo has me pinned down. I’m overpowered. I can’t reach the cattle prod, and my intelligence is of no use against such raw animal magnetism. Even the chains are useless. Carlo could even use them against me, wrap them around my throat and throttle me while he fucks the life out of me.
What a way to go.
Stars and fireworks and galaxies explode in my mind.
I scream high and long as my orgasm burns through me with the force of a thousand suns.
My ass clamps down on Carlo’s cock, clenching him tightly.
Carlo groans, grunts, shakes and shudders his way through his own orgasm. Spurts of wetness fill my ass.
With one last groan, Carlo collapses. He falls on top of me, squishing me flat and knocking what little air I had out of my lungs.
But then he quickly rolls away. He lands on his back beside me, panting heavily.
My heart is beating far too fast. My muscles are quivering. Aftershocks are sparking through me. Sweat is starting to cool in places I’d rather not think about.
And my soul is full. It’s brimming with joy.
Carlo didn’t kill me. He didn’t seize the opportunity to keep his power over me.
He didn’t try to run away. When it came to it, when push came to shove and he was in his truest, wildest state, he had no desire to escape at all. He didn’t even think of hurting me.
When he could have had anything, the only thing he wanted… was to make love to me.