39. Worship
When we arrive at our cottage, I take Giulia’s hand and lead her to my bedroom, where we’ve established ourselves for the past few nights. Hers is under construction. The first thing I did when we came back after her ordeal was to contract my company to redo her bathroom. That bathtub needed to go as soon as possible.
Piece by piece, I remove her jeans, the soft loose yellow cropped sweater she wears on top of the skin-tight black cotton tee-shirt, her bra and panties with little lemons on them. I let her undress me while I kiss every inch of her perfect body, until we’re both naked and panting.
“Lie down for me, tesoro mio. Let me worship you.”
She obeys and spreads her thighs, giving me a delicious view of her glistening pussy.
My hands caress her chest, her stomach, her hips and legs, leaving no part untouched or unkissed. She sighs when I kiss the crease where her leg meets the rest of her body and moans when my tongue glides from entrance to clit. Each press of my lips to her mound is unhurried, reverent and delicate.
I don’t want to mix pain with pleasure right now. I want her to feel my love every second until she doesn’t doubt that her mind, body and soul belong to us and no one else.
“You taste so fucking good, tesoro mio. Are you gonna reward your husband with your cum?”
She throws her head back to mewl when I slide two fingers gently into her, stroking her walls deep and slow until she writhes under my ministrations.
“Fuck me, marito. I need you inside me,” she breathes, and it’s my turn to obey, settling in between her spread thighs.
Our eyes lock when I enter her slow and deep, breaths mingling and souls colliding.
I fuck her for a long time like this until she becomes needy and pushes me down to ride me. I prop myself onto the colourful pillows and let her hold on to my shoulders, her hips rolling at a delightful cadence.
“Own me, guerrieritta. Make yourself come on my cock. Take what you need.”
I take a nipple into my mouth, biting gently on the stiff peak, my eyes never leaving her face. Her lips part and her hips lose speed. Giulia settles down deeper on me, rolling back and forth instead of up and down, her clit getting the friction it needs on my pelvis.
Her rhythm is agonisingly slow yet perfect, and we come together, each other’s names on our lips before they meet for a searing kiss.
I take my time to clean my wife’s legs with a warm cloth, then put her in my clothes, feed her sushi we order because none of us wants to let go of the other and fall asleep with her in my arms watching the most stupid reality show I’ve seen about finding love while never seeing the other first. With my warrior in my arms, I know it doesn’t matter that we hadn’t met, we were always meant to collide.