19. Fucking Jeans
“Cara mia, come sit down with me.” She hesitates. “Please.”
She faces me, one leg bent under herself and the other foot planted on the ground as if she wants to make sure she can run. I sigh and bend down, taking hold of it and placing it firmly on my lap.
“What are you…” Her voice turns into a moan when I press my thumb deep into the arch of her foot. The sound goes straight to my cock. I swallow back a groan and focus on her.
“This push and pull shit we’re doing. It’s not working.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m not doing any pulling, I’m only pushing you away, but you keep being an ass. You’re more sticky than cum, seriously.”
She means it as an insult, I’m sure, but I burst out laughing, the sound falling freely from my lips and it’s so freeing, so addictive, I know I’m never gonna let her go. If she can pull that sound from me when no one else has in ten years, she’s more than my wife. More than my Queen.
“Guerrieritta,” my voice holds a false warning. Yet, she needs to know I won’t tolerate lies. “You can’t act all jealous, then tell me you don’t want me when I know what you taste like and how beautiful you look when you come.”
Just like I expected, when put in front of her own idiosyncrasies, she prepares for battle. Her face heats, and she tries to pry her foot off of my hands, but I don’t let her.
“Your no sex rule isn’t working, Giulia.”
Like magic, her name stops her wiggling and shuffling.
“I want you and you can deny it all you want, call it pretend all you want, but you want me too.” I pull her soft body flush against mine, setting her on my lap to straddle me before I take her face in my hands. “When I married you, I needed a wife for my image. But you’re no trophy wife. You’re Giulia fucking Moretti, and we fucking work together.”
“We don’t,” she scoffs. “You piss the hell out of me at every turn and I respond in kind.”
“That’s because no one has ever challenged like you do, guerrieritta. Your blood runs hotter than mine and that gives me life. You’re right, I piss you off on purpose at every turn, because when you react, you prove to me you’re not indifferent. I matter to you.”
“I…” Her mouth opens softly, shocked into silence.
A first.
Her hands rest on my chest and I’m sure she can feel my heart pumping too fast against her fingers. I just admitted I’m like a kid in kindergarten pulling the pigtails of the girls he likes just so she’ll give him any reaction because it’s better than nothing. She’s stunned into silence, but I refrain from asking for more; I’m already demanding everything of her and I know she isn’t ready.
“Andrea, I’m temporary.” Her green eyes lock on mine with vulnerability for the first time. It’s like looking out the window the morning of the first winter snow. Breathtaking. The force of her words register and I want to beat the fucker who put that idea in her head. We might have a contract that says this is temporary, but contracts are meant to be renegotiated and right now, I want more.
“Work with me, and let me be your husband. In truth.” She knows I’m not only asking for her body.
“Andrea.” My name rolls off her tongue like the most beautiful sound. “You and I are not meant to be happy together. You’ll get bored and discard me and like I’ve always done, my entire life, I’ll end up having to fight for you, for your attention and your l…” She stops before she can say the word that’s on the tip of her tongue. “I don’t want to be used and discarded.”
“Is that what you really think of me?”
She stands like she needs the distance but she doesn’t leave the room, which I’m going to call fucking victory because Giulia doesn’t do emotions, she only fights or flees.
“Is there something you want to tell me?”
“You’ll use it against me,” she answers.
“For Christ’s sake, woman.” I jump up from my seat on the couch and pull the first paper I find next to me and the pen lying on the coffee table. I scribble down what I need her to understand.
I, Andrea Capaldi, will not use anything Giulia Moretti tells me against her during the course of our marriage, however long it might be. The jury to determine what “used against” means will be held by Giulia Moretti and Giulia Moretti alone.
I sign and hand it to her, pulling a soft smile from her pouty lips. Fuck, how I want to kiss them again.
“Happy now?”
“No,” she sasses but sits back down. After a heavy sigh, she shares something about her and it’s one of the most precious pieces of her I have seen yet. “When I was sixteen, there was this guy. He was a year older, and I fell in love. After a year, I realised he only wanted to be close to me to get to my brother and the organisation, but when I tried to break up with him, he threatened to kill himself. He used that against me for another year. Every time he wanted sex, or he wanted a job with my father and my brother Dom, he’d say the same thing and I was so scared he’d actually do it, that I’d be responsible. Anyway, one day, Lana asked me why I was still with such a tool and I cracked open.”
Murder is the only thing on my mind. I want to hold her, but I know she won’t want that right now. I need a fucking name.
“What’s his name?”
She smiles, all mischief and no regrets on her beautiful freckled face. “He died. I realised you don’t threaten a Moretti and live to tell the tale. Lana took care of him, though. I couldn’t do it. I still had feelings for him.”
She says feelings like the word tastes acrid on her tongue and I empathise. Giulia fights because she doesn’t want to be weak. She fights because not only did she have to be stronger in her family to claim her place, but because people abused the big heart she hides behind her attitude. I don’t do feelings because I’m scared of losing people; she doesn’t because she’s scared they’ll be used against her. I’m the biggest coward of the both of us.
But no longer.
I take her hand in mine and kiss her fingers, reverent and tender.
“Thank you for sharing that with me. I need a partner, sweetheart. If you don’t want to help me, I’ll send you back to Kalliste tomorrow, but I’d like you to stay, as my wife. Not only on my arm when I need to be seen, but here as well, when I need a reminder of where I’m going.”
“Let’s try. But for now, I’d rather keep the other two rules in place.”
It’ll have to be enough. For now.
She kisses my lips in a too short peck, and leaves for her room. The soft click of the handle sounds like doom in the silence of the house.
I’ve always known being close to me was a risk for the people around me, so I’ve never tried to develop relationships with my lovers. They were a means to an end, as awful as that sounds. It was my way of protecting them. But when I see Giulia fighting for everything she wants in life, it makes me want to give it all to her so she doesn’t have to. I don’t know what that will mean for the future. I can’t change our past and how we got together but I want to be better for her. I want to be the man that lays everything at her feet, including himself.
I follow her into her room, knowing she never closes the lock, letting me know I can come in but have to be careful with her.
In this room that became hers, I can’t escape the sweet smell of vanilla and I never want to.
I advance on her until she leans against the cherry wood desk piled with paper set under one of her windows.
“Andrea…” My name is the sweetest sound in her mouth.
One of my hands lands on her hips and I take hold of her hair with the other, tilting her face up to look up at me.
“I… It’s not a good idea,” she breathes.
“I want you and I know you want me.” She opens her mouth, but I stop her by a sharp pull on her hair, making her gasp. “Don’t fucking denying it. Don’t you get it, guerrieritta? You never have to fight to have me. I do the fighting. I’ll fight for you and I’ll fight with you.”
I frame her face in both my hands, our foreheads connecting. “Stop fighting, I’ll catch you. Let go. Let go,” I repeat.
“I don’t know how.”
“Will you let me show you, cara mia?” I hesitate. “You can keep pretending if you want, but let me show you that you never have to fight for anything with me.”
She nods and my lips crash on hers. They’re soft and taste like acceptance. My warrior, my sweetness. I don’t ever want to come up for air. Her smell in my lungs is enough.
“We’re not having sex.”
“No, we’re not,” I say, my smile devious. “Not until you beg for my cock.”
The fire in her eyes is back and alive, setting me aflame from within.
“I won’t ever beg you for shit.”
“Sure you will, guerrieritta. But trust me when I say I’ll earn it on my knees. Now, do you want me to keep going?”
Indecision swirls in the green irises. If she tells me no, I’ll back off. But she won’t. She came way too sweetly on my fingers and mouth when I had her writhing under me. I want that again. And again. The sweet taste of her cunt is but a memory and I need my fix.
She agrees by setting herself on the desk, legs wide open in invitation for me to step in between, and I don’t waste a second.
My mouth comes crashing onto hers again, and the moment our lips touch, I’m fucking falling. She moans in my mouth like she’s been waiting for me to kiss her and the knowledge brings me to my fucking knees. I get hold of her ass and bring her forward, her soft centre connecting to my hard cock through jeans.
Fuck jeans.
Still kissing and biting, I rid her of her pyjama blouse and I’m rewarded by the prettiest red bra, full of flower laces and pretty designs I have no clue what to call. I lick the valley in between her breast and descend to her belly button, biting a mouth full of soft flesh on my descent. Her skin tastes like salvation and I want to drown in her.
Her moans echo in the space as well as my name, spurring me to drop to my knees and remove her flannel pants down her legs along with the thong. I’m sure it looks like a pretty package together, but I’m eager to taste her.
“Lay back.”
A flash of defiance makes me jump up and get a hold of her throat before I growl in her mouth. “I said ‘lay back’. Let me enjoy my meal, sweetheart.”
She relents and I’m back at her centre, inhaling before diving in without preamble.
“Ohhh,” she sighs, her body growing lax.
“Fuck, you taste so good, cara mia. So fucking sweet and so fucking mine.”
I continue lapping at her clit and circling down to her opening, noticing the changes in her breathing every time I do. Both her thighs are resting on my shoulders and I wish she’d be sitting on my face, suffocating me with the feel of her. I take hold of both her legs and place my hands under her ass, urging her to move her hips against my mouth.
She catches on and rolls her hips.
“You love it when I fuck you with my tongue, don’t you?”
I draw back and bring two fingers inside her pretty pussy, and she hisses at the stretch. I can’t help but palm my erection through my jeans, seeking relief from the pressure growing in my groin. Giulia’s feisty and fierce, but when she looks like a wanton slut on the desk she bought with my money, I want to devour her whole and cover her with my cum, dirtying her for me like my own masterpiece.
I open the zipper and take my cock in my hand, remove the fingers from Giulia’s cunt and get back to licking her over and over until her breaths grow ragged and her moans louder. She throws her head back, completely abandoned to the sensations of my mouth on her. I coat myself with her wetness and pump my hand faster, my balls tightening with the pressure of holding on until she comes.
“You’re going to be a good little slut and moan for me, sweetheart.”
And she does. Obeying so pretty without threats. I close my eyes to savour her submission, just like I savour her pussy.
I keep jerking myself while I suck on her clit and bring two fingers into her in a come hither movement that makes her jerk against me, coming in waves and loud cries that fill my ears with white noise and my eyes with pure light.
When she’s spent, I stand up and jerk myself harder. Giulia’s eyes fixed on my cock are a whole different beast entirely. When she licks her lips, I lose it and come all over her mound and lower belly, covering her with my spend like she’s meant to fucking take it. I can’t wait to see it leaking from her pretty holes.
I’m breathing hard when Giulia glides her fingers through my cum and brings them to her mouth, moaning at the taste of me. I fold myself on top of her, uncaring of the mess on her body to kiss her and taste myself on her sweet lips.
She protests when I move to carry her with me to her bathroom, but I kiss her all the way there to shut her up, her legs framing my hips like she belongs there.
I enter and step into the shower, opening the faucet with one hand before setting Giulia on the bench at the end of the space. I take off my pants and boxers that were hanging low on my hips and she licks her lips again.
“Keep looking at me like that and see what happens, sweetheart.”
“I thought you said you wouldn’t give me your cock until I begged for it.”
“And you will. There are so many things I could do to you to get you to that point.”
She rolls her eyes, and the temptation to tan her ass is on the tips of my fingers. She stands and walks under the spray, and for the first time, she seems self-conscious, turning to watch me over her shoulder. “Can you leave?”
“Not a chance, guerrieritta.”
I take the shower gel that smells like vanilla again and smile at the name, “Vanilla Sex” by Tom Ford. Fitting. I dispense some gel onto my hands and close the short distance that separates our bodies. She looks at me warily, a deep frown settled on her soft face.
“May I?”
Her arms fall on each side of her body, and she gives me the slightest nod. I lather her body with soap, caressing each curve reverently, getting on my knees to cover her legs and lifting each foot on my bent knee, making sure to massage each limb and prove to her with my hands what I can’t say with my words.
One thing I’ve noticed about my little wife is that battle is her favourite mode of expression, probably because none other was available to her before. I’ll show her every day she can get whatever she needs from me without even asking. Except my cock, of course.
I continue until every space of her delicious body is lathered with suds, then stand up and press her under the water, watching my cum getting washed away. My chest tightens at seeing the remnants of my mark on her fade into nothing. It makes me want to do it again until her skin smells like me, until she knows my existence is burrowed deep into every cell and every drop of blood like she’s infected mine.
When she’s dry and ready for bed, I climb into her bed behind her and hold her to my chest, gliding a leg in between hers. I need every inch of my front to touch her skin and melt against her body until we’re only one. It’s a sensation I’m unfamiliar with, but it’s not unpleasant. Everyone around me has been hurt because of me. Giulia won’t end up the same way. She’ll be the one I protect at all costs. She’ll be the one that gets out of here unscathed.
“What are you doing?” she asks. “I thought you didn’t sleep.”
“Sometimes I do, and I want to hold you while you do.”
“Andrea, you’re breaking all the rules,” she says into the dark, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Shhh. Don’t fight, guerrieritta.”
She gives a little snort that I find fucking adorable and falls asleep immediately, her soft breaths lulling me to sleep better than any pill ever has. For the first time in years, I wake up six hours later, the longest night I’ve ever had. All I want is to sink into my wife’s pussy again and burrow under her skin. I refrain and take my place on the club seat, watching her sleep until late in the morning.