Chapter Seven
Two Months Later
Aria finished moisturizing her face, aware of Dante in the other room. The past two months had been a bit of a whirlwind. They were back at his country home after spending the last two months at his penthouse suite in the city.
She didn’t know how they had managed it, but they had gone to every important social function on the Pesci calendar. She was exhausted from all the smiling and talking they had to do.
That first party had set off a host of invitations. Dante was convinced it was to see if their presence was just a fluke. One party after another, they did the same. Even dinner invites had become more frequent, and of course, Dante insisted on attending most of them. And Aria started to feel like a real wife.
They shared a bed, breakfast, most meals. Some days, Dante wasn’t around, as he did still have to work. She’d been given a guard, and told she could explore the city, which she had done. She’d spent her days visiting museums, popular structures, taking walks in the park, going to the library, and even cooking. She had done a great deal in the past two months.
It did feel like they were a married couple. They had done everything except have sex. Dante hadn’t touched her since that night he’d brought her to orgasm.
Aria tried not to look at her reflection as she thought about that. Sex was not something she was ever going to enjoy. Dante wasn’t going to change that, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t change her mind. She’d gone from dreading his kisses to relishing each one of them.
Running a brush through her hair, she wondered if it was possible for Dante to be attracted to her. She knew she wasn’t beautiful or like any of the women he’d been associated with.
“Stop it,” she said to herself and attempted to push those negative thoughts out of her head. She couldn’t linger in the bathroom too long.
Dante had surprised her by having her clothes and belongings moved to his room. She was no longer to have her own room or her own bed. Two months ago, this would have terrified her. Sharing a room at his penthouse suite had stopped her from worrying.
She stepped out of the bathroom, only to come to a stop at finding Dante, naked, rubbing a towel across his body.
“Dante,” she said, and then quickly spun away and closed her eyes at the same time. “Sorry, I … uh … how did you shower?”
“I used one in another room. I didn’t know how long you were going to be.”
“I’m sorry I took so long,” she said.
She was pretty sure his voice was getting closer.
“I’m not.”
Okay, now his voice was against her neck.
Opening her eyes, she stared straight ahead, not exactly sure what she should do. She felt him close. The heat of his body seemed to radiate toward her. Then she felt the brush of her hair as he moved it out of the way.
“You’re nervous.” His lips brushed across her neck, and she couldn’t help but gasp, especially when he touched a part of her just beneath her ear.
“I, uh, I don’t mean to be.”
He nipped at her neck, almost playful. She nearly jumped out of her skin as he wrapped an arm around her waist.
“Don’t be,” he said. “There is no reason to be afraid.”
With his hand at her waist, her body felt tense, on edge, but she didn’t want him to stop. The kiss at her neck flooded her whole body with different sensations. She closed her eyes as she felt his hand slowly begin to travel up, and when he cupped her breast, she gasped.
“I’ve got you,” he said.
He held onto her tit, and then kissed her neck, biting down, just a little bit harder this time. She cried out his name.
Suddenly, he spun her around, and then, before she could say anything, he took possession of her lips. His kiss was hard, firm, and yet so pleasurable. She’d come to love the feel of his lips against hers.
He pulled her in close again, and this time she felt every inch of him as he pressed against her. Did she make him ache the way he did her? Her nipples felt incredibly hard.
He broke the kiss, but trailed his lips back toward her ear. The flick of his tongue made her gasp, and she melted against him. Why did this suddenly feel so good?
“Because I want it to feel good for you, Aria,” he said.
She hadn’t even realized she had spoken aloud, and this time she let out a whimper.
“I can make this good for you, I can show you exactly how it can be between a man and a woman, if you let me.”
She opened her eyes and stared into his. Part of her wanted to tell him no. That they were going to get divorced, and having sex would come with consequences. Another part of her was curious. She wanted to know what was going to happen next, why some men and women completely lost themselves in this kind of pleasure. Her curious nature got the better of her.
“I want this,” she said. “I … don’t want it to hurt.”
“It won’t.” He kissed her, spinning her back toward the bed and moving her closer to it.
She expected him to push her down, but instead he stopped kissing her and then began to take off her negligee. Aria didn’t fight him.
She followed his lead, lifting her arms up for him to take off her negligee. She only wore a pair of lace panties underneath, and he swiftly took care of them, leaving her completely naked in front of him. She attempted to hide her nakedness, but Dante took hold of her hands and placed them either side of her body.
“Don’t hide yourself from me,” he said.
“You’re still fully dressed.”
“I know, there will be time for me to get naked. For now, I just want to explore you.”
Aria didn’t like being the only one undressed, but then he took possession of her lips. His kisses were like a drug. His tongue slid across her lips and she gasped, opening up to him, and he growled her name and then started to trail his lips back to her neck.
Closing her eyes, she felt pleasure rush throughout her body, consuming her. Her nipples felt so incredibly tight. Another whimper escaped her.
Dante wasn’t done at just kissing her neck. Down he moved, and she’d never felt this before. Both of his hands were at her waist and she cried out as he curled them around her back before going to her ass.
Her body felt so sensitive as he began to massage her. She felt completely lost, like she had no will of her own.
When he got to her breasts, Aria didn’t know what to expect, but then he took one of her nipples in his mouth and began to suck on each hard bud. He let her tit go, but then moved to the next nipple, sucking the bud into his mouth. At the same time, he let go of her ass, and his hand traveled up her body, sliding beneath her breast and using it to offer her up to him.
She closed her eyes. The pleasure was intense.
All too soon, it came to an end, though, as he suddenly pushed her toward the bed. This time, he didn’t put her on her knees, but she watched him sink to his own in front of her.
“Trust me.”
Aria didn’t know if she could, but then she found herself following his instructions as he reached out for her.
He spread her open and drew her toward the edge of the bed. She moaned his name, and then she felt herself tense up as he kissed the inside of her knee. The touch was strange, but it was also nice, it felt good.
Dante began to kiss up her body, and when he got to the apex of her thighs, he flicked his tongue across her clit, and Aria cried out. Her body felt so sensitive. She didn’t know how much she was going to be able to take.
“I’ve got you, Aria. I won’t let you go.”
It was the last word he spoke before he sent her hurtling over the edge, and she screamed his name, not wanting him to stop.
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Aria’s first orgasm came fast, and Dante was expecting it. He’d not given her a chance to get accustomed to the feel of him. In all the time they’d been together, he only brought her to one orgasm. Now, she had two.
Dante wasn’t going to stop there.
Her orgasm had been quick, swift, and he didn’t want her to hate sex. He knew that was on him. Sex didn’t have to be horrible. He’d made it so, and now he was making it up to her, and Aria’s pussy was so fucking sweet.
That’s because she has only ever had you. This pussy hasn’t known every random cock.
He ignored his own thoughts.
Dante hadn’t been thrilled by her virginity, not that first night. Now, he was. No other man had ever touched her.
Aria is mine.
She belongs to me.
All she knows is my hands, my touch, my mouth, my cock, my everything.
He’d never considered this before. Never thought of what it meant to have a woman all to himself. It was addictive.
And he wanted Aria. She was different. She was his wife, and he suddenly didn’t feel contempt when he thought about it.
Aria was his wife.
After bringing her to a second orgasm, he began to trail kisses up her body.
He was pleased he didn’t have the arduous task of having to remove his clothes, and that all he needed to take care of was a single towel, for he was now as naked as she.
Moving her up the bed, he followed her, settling between her spread thighs.
“I had no idea it could be like that,” Aria said.
“It’s not over yet.” He kissed her again, because the truth was, he loved the feel of her lips on his.
Reaching between them, he gripped his cock and slid it between her creamy wet slit. He slid his cock up, and she cried out as it bumped against her clit. Her body was so sensitive every touch seemed to send her right over the edge.
He did this for several thrusts, until he couldn’t get enough of it himself, and then he moved toward her entrance.
Staring into her deep brown eyes, he began to sink inside her. Inch by inch, he filled her pussy, and when there was enough inside him that he didn’t need to guide his cock within her, he locked their fingers together and pressed them either side of her head. He held onto her tightly, and then thrust hard and deep inside her tight pussy, going to the hilt.
They both cried out together.
Dante waited, allowing her the chance to get accustomed to the size of his dick. He marveled at the fact this was the first time he’d not had to use lubrication to be inside her. His wife was wet for him. She was aroused, and that was how he was going to keep her.
He couldn’t resist taking possession of her lips again. He didn’t know what it was about her lips, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop kissing her.
The moment he could no longer take another second, he lifted and began to pull his cock from inside her. He pulled all the way out of her and then slammed inside. Long, hard thrusts, he drove in and out of her, taking his time, watching her as she enjoyed it.
He couldn’t help but look in case he caused her pain. It was the last thing he wanted to do. Now, he was going to show her what true pleasure could be.
He changed the pace, going fast, then slow, and gritting his teeth as he did so, to try to gain control over what he was doing. He felt close to the edge. In all his thirty-five years, Dante couldn’t ever remember a time he was so close to losing control. What had Aria done to him?
“I … I’m not going to last,” he said.
She let out a little moan, and he felt her pussy clench around his cock, and any control he had fled his body. He slammed balls-deep inside her, and released pulse after pulse of his cum deep inside her womb. Dante wasn’t going to stop trying to make her pregnant.
I could keep her.
It was the oddest thought.
They had been married for nearly a year. In fact, tomorrow was the anniversary of their marriage. In all that time, he could have kept her. He could have had this, and yet he’d not taken the gift that had been so freely offered to him.
Collapsing against her, he wrapped his arms around her, pressing his face against her neck and breathing her in.
“Is it always like that?” Aria asked.
“It can be.” He wanted it to be.
“I had no idea.”
He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. “Forgive me.”
She frowned. “Why?”
“I knew what I was doing, Aria. I didn’t give you the chance.”
She pressed a finger to his lips. “Don’t worry about it. You assumed I was like my father, or I was in some kind of cahoots with him. I wasn’t. We all make mistakes.” She smiled at him. It wasn’t a fake one, but the kind that lit up her whole face, and made him want to always make her smile. He was done making her miserable and forcing her to pay for other people’s mistakes. “Besides, you’re making up for it now. Uh, I think we need to start wearing a condom, though.”
Dante didn’t want to talk about condoms.
Aria was going to get pregnant and then conversation of divorce was off the table.
“How about I keep making this up to you, and you love it?”
She started to giggle. “You’re on.”
“Trust me, it can get even better.”
“It can?”
“Yeah, you’ve just got to give me a little time, and then I’ll be ready.”
His cock was already starting to thicken again. He wanted to fuck her, to show her how good it could be between them.
This time, he wasn’t going to stop until Aria had fallen in love with him.