Episode Twelve
W atching my fiancée is my favorite pastime. There isn’t anything that interests me more than watching Matilda. She’s a fucking work of art, and she’s mine. It doesn’t even matter what she’s doing. I could dedicate the rest of my life to solely observing her every movement and never get bored.
Am I obsessed with my woman? Fuck yes, I am. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s not just obsession that has me watching her all the time, though. It’s fear. I’m fucking petrified that if I take my eyes off her, I’m going to lose her.
I almost did. She was fucking shot just a few short months ago. That’s not something I want to experience again. The thought of living without her now that I’ve had her…
Well, there is no thought. There simply is no living without Matilda.
“Mmm, are you being a creeper again, Antonio?” The object of my obsession turns over, her eyes slowly blinking open.
Am I watching her sleep? Sure am.
“Creeper? No, I’m just a man admiring the beauty of his fiancée,” I tell her, pushing up from the chair I have positioned across the room and making my way over to the bed.
“Mhmm, I like being your fiancée,” Matilda says.
“As much as I love you being my fiancée, I’d much rather you were my wife already. Can we just run away and get married?” I ask while climbing onto the bed.
“Sure, if you want my dad to shoot you, followed by my nonno, and then all my uncles. I think even my cousins will shoot you just to follow suit,” she says.
“For you, I’d take a thousand bullets.” I peel back the blanket, slowly revealing her body inch by delicious inch. “Fuck, you’re a sight to behold.” I stare at her naked breasts. Lean down and take one into my mouth. The hard peak was begging me to pay it some attention. “Mmm, I fucking love these.” Palming each breast, I take my time lavishing them. Sucking, licking, nibbling.
Matilda’s fingers twirl into the ends of my hair, pushing my face harder against her chest. Not that I’d willingly pull away. “Oh god, Antonio, that feels… Oh god.” Her body writhes beneath me.
Kissing my way up her chest, across her collarbone and up her neck, I finally land on her lips before pushing my tongue into her mouth. Matilda’s hands run down my back. She grasps me tighter and pulls me towards her.
“Someone is eager,” I say while smiling into her mouth.
One of her hands moves around, sliding down the front of my sweats as her palm grips my cock. “I want this,” she tells me as she pumps my shaft.
“It’s all yours,” I groan. “Everything I am is yours, Matilda. Always. And you’re mine.” I grunt, pushing my tongue harder into her mouth and twirling it around.
“I like being yours. I can’t wait to be Mrs. Gambino,” Matilda says. She lets go of my cock and starts pushing at my sweats.
I sit up and help her achieve her goal before stripping the material from my body. “Good, I won’t ever give you up. You’re in my veins, Matilda. You are the reason my heart beats. Without you, I don’t have a reason to breathe.”
Matilda shoves at my shoulders, forcing me onto my back. She straddles my hips, and before I can say anything more, she has my cock lined up with her entrance, slowly sinking herself down onto me.
“Fuck, yes,” I grunt, feeling her tight pussy wrap around my cock. Once she’s buried to the hilt, I hold her hips still. I need a moment. She feels so fucking good. If I’m not careful, I’m going to come within the next ten seconds like some teenager who’s never been fucked.
“Are you okay?” Matilda asks.
I chuckle. “I’m buried in heaven. I’m fucking great… You feel really fucking good.”
Her already tight-as-fuck walls clamp down around me, and I lose it. Rolling her over so she’s beneath me, I pick Matilda’s legs up, setting her ankles on my shoulders. I don’t make sweet, passionate love to her like she deserves. No, I fuck her like the caged animal inside me just found his mate.
“Ah, oh god. Antonio. Yes!” she screams.
Her body goes rigid, and her eyes roll back into her head as she leaves this earth, finding a euphoria only a great fucking orgasm can offer. I come right along with her. Her pussy contracts with the aftershocks, milking me for everything I’ve got.
I collapse on the bed and Matilda huffs out a breath. “Please tell me that’s how I’m going to wake up every morning for the rest of my life.”
“Try to stop me from fucking you day and night, babe.” I tug her against my chest.
“I need to get up,” Matilda says.
“I don’t think you do.”
“My brother is coming around this morning with Orlando,” she says.
“Why?” I groan. Not that I don’t like her family. I’m just a selfish fucker and want my girl all to myself.
“Because I want to meet my new cousin. Can you believe Orlando has a kid? Like, he is still a kid.” She sighs. “But Sebastian is so cute. I can’t wait to meet him in person.” Her face lights up when she talks about her cousin’s new baby.
“You are going to be a great mother one day, Matilda. I can’t wait to impregnate you. Maybe we should work on making that happen. Like right now?” I suggest.
“Or we can wait a few years and enjoy it being just us before we add another person to the mix.” Matilda slides out of my arms and off the bed.
“I like the sound of that. I want as much of your time as I can steal,” I tell her.
“Come on, let’s shower before Dante and Orlando get here.” Matilda disappears into the bathroom.
I’m up within seconds. My naked fiancée in the shower, soap dripping down her body… Yeah, that’s not a sight I’m going to miss.