Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Rosario
“We will go slow,” Bruno says softly, and for some crazy reason, it makes me so mad that I clench my fist, pressing my nails into my palms.
“I don’t want slow, gosh darn it.” He recoils as if I slapped him.
“Woo, what’s wrong?” He grabs my shoulders and leans into my face to check my eyes like I’m sick.
Maybe I am. Of waiting.
“I’m standing here naked, and you’re acting like it’s any other Saturday. Am I not attractive? Do you not want to?” I hesitate again, trying to say the word and failing yet again.
“Rosario, you are the most beautiful woman in the world, and I am most definitely going to fuck my wife. It is, after all, our wedding night, but I don’t want to hurt you. Physically or mentally, sweetheart. Do you understand that?” I lift my chin and stare into his eyes.
“I’m not scared. I’m angry. I have these wants and desires that I was not prepared to deal with. I feel helpless and weak. Make me feel strong, please.” His eyes search mine for a moment longer, and then he moves.
His hands pull me close as his lips attack mine.
I rip at the shirt he was starting to take off and push it off his shoulders. I run my hands down his sculpted chest and gasp when his lips drag down my neck as suck my nipple into his mouth.
I grab the back of his head so he can’t pull away as my body draws tight at my core. Heat surges through my body as his hands roam further down to the apex of my thighs.
“Open, sweetheart.” He drops to his knees in front of me and holds my hips.
“I,” I stutter, forgetting how to speak or even breathe as he lifts my left leg onto his shoulder, opening me up to his view.
“My my, I didn’t expect this to be so smooth. Did you shave for me?” He leans in and draws in a large, loud breath, followed by a groan.
“Fuck you smell delicious. Can I taste you?” I frown and shake my head, sure that I heard him wrong.
“Like this,” his tongue flicks out, then licks straight up, parting my labia, and ending with a strong suck of my clitoris.
I may be a virgin, but I know my body and all the pleasure zones. My studies of anatomy were leading towards an advanced medical degree that I planned to use to travel abroad to help the disadvantaged.
A finger circles my entrance, breaking me out of my previous thoughts and back into the moment. By the look in his eyes when I focus on his face, he could tell I needed the reminder of the present.
His eyebrow arches as his teeth scrape over my bundle of nevers, and I splay a hand out on the wall to keep my balance. His finger presses slightly, and I nod at his question.
“Ahh,” I moan at the stretch, biting my lip.
“Shhh, try to relax your muscles. Concentrate on the feeling. Find the spark and chase it until you catch it.” I open my mouth to ask what he means, but he sucks me back into his mouth, twisting his finger inside me before dragging it out and pumping it back inside.
My world spins, and I grab onto his hair so that he doesn’t move from what he’s doing. My hips can’t seem to keep still, and I feel myself arching into his mouth as he pushes a second finger inside me.
“Bruno,” I gasp as I feel it.
The spark.
His tongue flicks me faster, his fingers push in and curve, rubbing me from the inside.
My vision starts to blur at the edges. MY chest feels hot and flushed, and when he groans around me, the tingling sensation I thought was my leg falling asleep strikes out like lightning.
My core tightens around his fingers almost painfully as I scream his name.
“Easy, breath,” he says as he sweeps me up into his arms and carries me into the bedroom.
He lays me on the bed and strips off his clothes before crawling over me and kissing his way from my right hip bone to my lips. I can taste myself on him as he pulls my leg over his hip, and I feel his manhood meet my entrance with a contented sigh.
“Feeling good? How did you like your first orgasm?” I giggle and try to hide my face in his neck.
“No, don’t shy away. I’ve seen you now.” I clear my throat and lick my lips.
“It was beyond words,” he grins with pride, and I roll my eyes, knowing I just boosted his ego.
“Well, I guess I need to make the second one better. This first time will hurt. I’m sorry, I can’t change that. But I’ll spend the rest of our lives kissing it better.” He pushes inside me suddenly with a groan and then holds my hips, so I can’t move away.
Tears spring to my eyes from the sharp stab, and I bite my lip to keep in the sob.
“Shh, it’s ok. It’ll pass in a moment. Deep breaths and try not to clench. Good, goood. You let me know when to move.” He nods at me and then kisses me softly.
This kiss isn’t like the others. It’s heavier and feels like it means more. He nites at my lips and jaw. Move to my chest and breast causes me to arch so that he can reah every inch of skin he’s trying to mark.
“Mine,” he growls and I move my hips causeing us both to moan.
“Move,” I beg and he follows my wishes perfectly.
He draws back slowly letting his shaft drag against my walls so I feel every inch of him and then he pushes back in just as smoothly.
“Fuck you feel so good.” He kises me and finds a rhythem that has me breathing hard.
“Oh God,” I groan as I feel that spark again.
“No, he’s not the one showing you heavan. I am. Your husband. You call out my fucking name when I make you cum on my cock. Say it. Fuck, say it Rose!” His hips move faster and I dig my nails into his back to help grounnd me.
“brUNO!” I scream as the sensation overcomes and drowns me.
Every muscle in my body seems to seize up and explode all at the same time. My eyes close so tight my vision whites out, and when I finally float back down to earth, I blink to see around all the little stars I see around Bruno’s face.
He’s still moving, drawing out every little shock wave, still sending out spikes of lightning through my system. I lean up and kiss him, dragging him down so I can feel his weight on top of me.
He pushes my thighs open wider so he can get even deeper, hitting something that he seems to have been searching for. He runs his hands up my thighs to push my knees into the mattress, lifting my ass off the bed.
“Ah fuck. So goddamn deep. You ready to feel it? Your husband filling you up?” I gasp at his crude words, but my muscles clench in a mini spasm, answering him.
“Hmm, you do. I’m going to cum so hard and deep inside you. Ah fuck Rosey,” he groans, and then I feel the throbbing in his penis before the heat and wetness overflows and drips down my butt.
The sensation makes me giggle, and he arches an eyebrow at me in wonder.
“Never had a woman laugh after sex before.” I snort and smile at him.
“Never had sex before. I didn’t realize how messy it was. Thank you for sharing a first with me.” He shakes his head and kisses me.
“My fucking pleasure, sweetheart.”