29. Chapter 29
Chapter twenty-nine
Emilio
T hings were not fucking fine. Dino had just called me to inform me that my wife had misled him and put them both in a dangerous situation. I had to chew the both of them out on speakerphone, and now I had to leave work early.
And to top it off, I had forgotten to bring a change of clothes, so I had to drive back in my blood covered t-shirt. The work I had done today had been messy, and the blood was getting on the leather interior of the car.
“Fucking great,” I muttered, locking the car and heading to the apartment’s elevator.
I spammed the top floor button while thinking of all the ways I was going to chew Dino out. Normally, he was one of the best damn employees we had. He had likely become so engrossed in discussing celebrity gossip with Luciana that it never even occurred to him to ask where they were headed.
My heart raced with fear at the thought of losing Luciana. Initially, I had been angry, but now all I could feel was sadness and worry.
I slammed open the door. A very guilty looking Dino, nervous Luciana, and anxious Hilaria sat on my sofa.
“You two,” I said, pointing to Dino and Hilaria. “Leave.”
“W-wait!” Hilaria said. “You can’t just take me back there!”
“Find her someone to stay with until we figure out where Leone is,” I ordered Dino. “Now get the fuck out.”
“Hang on,” Luciana said. “You can’t just-”
I shot her a glare that could freeze over the magma pits in hell. She quieted and looked at her toes.
Hilaria and Dino hastily gathered their belongings and left, sensing the tension in the air. The door clicked shut behind them, leaving Luciana and me in a heavy silence. She kept her gaze fixed on the floor, unable to meet my eyes. The stillness hung in the air like a thick fog, suffocating any attempts at conversation. My anger radiated off of me in waves, causing Luciana to shrink further into herself. Time seemed to stretch on endlessly as we sat there, trapped in our own thoughts and emotions.
“Do you even know,” I said, finally breaking the silence. “How scared I was?”
“Huh?” she said, looking up.
“You are my wife.” I walked towards her, kneeling on the ground and resting my elbows on her knees. “I would be devastated if something happened to you.”
There was a different way I wanted to phrase it, but it wouldn’t come out properly. Something I hadn’t felt before that had me tongue tied.
“I’m really sorry, Emilio. I promise not to-”
I cut her off by pressing my lips against hers. I kissed her with a hunger, like I would never be able to taste them again.
Her body tensed for a moment, her mind reeling from the unexpected intensity of my reaction to her misbehavior. But then she melted into my arms, returning my kiss with fervent passion. As our bodies tangled together, I could feel the heat of her skin against mine and the sweet taste of her lips on mine. In that moment, nothing else mattered except for the fiery connection between us.
I lifted her off the couch and she wrapped her legs around my waist, staying as close to me as possible. Between heated kisses, I walked us to our shared bedroom and tossed her back on the bed. I wasted no time in ripping her clothes off.
Luciana let out a little whine as I stripped her down to her panties, pulling at my shirt in frustration. She was clearly unhappy that I was still fully dressed.
“Ok, ok,” I said, trying not to laugh.
With a smooth motion, I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it to the ground. As I raised my arms, the muscles in my abdomen flexed and glistened in from the accumulated sweat, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Luciana. My belt came undone with a soft click, but before I could unzip my pants, she had sat up and placed her hand over my bulge, her touch sending shivers down my spine.
Her forwardness was new, but not unwelcome. She bit her lip and looked up at me, then back to the tent in my jeans. Her hands moved slowly as they undid the top button of my pants and pulled the zipper down. The slow anticipation was worse than any of the torture I had ever inflicted.
With a gentle tug, she pulled my jeans down, leaving me in only my boxers. A spot of pre had accumulated on the thin material and my length was straining against it. My need for her was apparent.
“Oh,” she whispered.
I lightly grasped her shoulders and went to take the lead, but she pushed back. Luciana reached into my boxers and took my cock out, giving it an experimental pump. We had only had sex a few times before this; but each time I had taken the lead for foreplay. This was her first time exploring my body.
Without warning, she took me into her mouth, and I let out a string of curses. Having her lips wrapped around my dick was a heaven I didn’t know I needed. It was a perfectly warm, wet cavern and I could stay inside of it for the rest of my life. Her inexperience was part of the charm - as she sucked me, her tongue wasn’t quite sure how to flick my cockhead, and her hand movements were offbeat.
Pleasure pooled in my lower abdomen. Gasping, I grabbed the back of Luciana’s hair and pulled her off my length. She gave me a questioning look, silently asking me if she did something wrong.
“You’re going to make me come,” I said, resting my hand on the side of her face. “I want to do that inside of you.”
“Oh,” she said, her face blushing.
I pinned her to the bed, my hand trailing downwards to her slit. Without even sticking a finger inside, I could tell she was dripping and ready for me.
“Sucking my cock turn you on that much?”
“Shut-shut up!” Luciana said, turning even redder.
“If you’re not careful I’ll make you beg again,” I murmured, lining myself up with her.
But not really. I needed her far too badly to wait until she was begging for me. The pain of my denied orgasm had caught up to me, and I needed to find relief inside of her.
Before she could respond, I was already easing myself inside of her, her slick warmth allowing easy entrance. When I bottomed out, we both let out a guttural moan, our bodies seamlessly melding together as if they were made for this very moment. We moved in perfect rhythm, lost in each other’s touch and taste and scent.
The familiar sensation of release approached, but there was no way in hell I’d come before my wife. I trailed my hand down Luciana’s body until I found her swollen pearl. My hand traced circles into it in time with my thrusts, and it didn’t take long until I felt her walls flutter around me.
Her gasps echoed through the room as she came, her nails leaving marks down my back. But I barely noticed the pain as I chased after my own orgasm, lost in the ecstasy of being inside of her. It wasn’t much longer until I spilled my seed deep within her.
As we laid together on the bed, a sense of tranquility settled between us. She nestled into my chest, finding peace in the steady rhythm of my heartbeat until she drifted off to sleep.