Chapter 25 #2
I locked eyes with her, our gaze electric as she observed me teasingly flick my tongue across her clit one last time before rising to peel off my swim shorts.
Her eyes widened, a mix of surprise and anticipation etched on her face at the sight of my cock.
Even though she had seen it before, I could sense a whirlwind of questions swirling in her mind.
I joined her on the bed, my presence looming over her petite frame.
“Tell me what you need,” I whispered, bringing my lips to her ear.
"You. I need you," she whispered, her voice quivering like a fragile leaf in the wind.
My body enveloped hers as her icy blue orbs implored me with a silent, urgent plea.
"You have me, wife. You'll always have me," I said, my voice a soft promise in the quietude that surrounded us.
My lips grazed hers tenderly, a feather-light touch that spoke volumes, while my hands found their place on her hips, fingers curling around them with a gentle yet firm grasp, as if anchoring us both in the moment.
“Then fuck me… Please,” she whimpered as I teased her lower lip between my teeth.
Her body quivered beneath me as I aligned myself at her entrance.
The searing heat of her pussy was an intoxicating invitation, urging my cock forward with a relentless hunger as I pushed insistently against her core.
Her breath caught sharply, a gasp of desire escaping as the head of my cock entered her slowly, the cool metal of my piercing sending shivers through her as it brushed her sensitive clit.
Her eyes locked onto mine, burning with passion, a silent yet fervent approval that fuelled the fire between us.
This was more than sex to me, more than just fucking her. This was me showing her that, no matter what happened or what was thrown at us, she was mine.
With a fierce, deliberate thrust, I drove my cock into her, feeling her pussy stretch and envelop me as those intoxicating whimpers escaped her lips.
My piercing teased every inch of her tight, slick pussy, and damn, she was tight.
I plunged deeper, filling her utterly as she gasped, the sound echoing like a siren in the room.
Her nails raked down my back with a fiery urgency, and her legs clamped around my waist with unyielding force, locking me in with primal intensity. I lived for it.
Lived for her.
“Relax for me, Ana,” I instructed as her eyes softened, and a smile played on her lips.
She obeyed my every word, her body surrendering as I began to move inside her.
My thrusts were slow and controlled, a careful restraint to ensure I didn’t lose myself completely for her first time.
Yet, with every thrust, an overwhelming torrent of ecstasy coursed through me, as her tightness gripped me with an irresistible force.
“You feel so fucking good,” I moaned against her ear as hers joined mine in a beautiful symphony. “So fucking perfect.”
She tilted her hips, meeting my thrusts as her nails raked down my back. My skin burned, but I craved it. It took everything I had not to flip her over and fuck her with no control. Right now, it was all about going at her pace.
As if she knew what I wanted, she captured my face in her hands. “Lorenzo…” she whispered. “Harder.” That one word was all I needed.
I obliged. Of course I did. My thrusts became more urgent, more relentless, as she relaxed and fully let me in. “Fuck,” I breathed as her pussy squeezed my cock. I was lost in her and the way she commanded me with nothing more than a word.
She arched into me, her breasts pressing into my chest as I gripped the back of her neck, slamming my lips against hers.
I could feel how close she was, her pussy giving her away as I filled her to the brink.
“Look at you, taking my cock like a good girl,” I purred against her mouth as she moaned into mine.
“Lorenzo,” she panted. “I’m close.”
I kissed her with a hunger that left us both breathless. My tongue invaded her mouth as I slammed into her pussy, stealing everything from her. Our bodies collided in a heated embrace, her moans filling my mouth as she fought for breath.
“Does my wife want to come?” I managed through heaving breaths as sweat trickled down my forehead.
“Please… Please let me come,” she gasped as I sucked on her neck.
“Is that what you want?” I thrust inside her again as she let out a cry of pleasure, and I revelled in it.
“Yes.”
“Then come for me, wife. Come all over my cock,” I ordered, knowing that the second she came, I would, too.
With a cry that was a fierce blend of ecstasy and surrender, she erupted. Her body convulsed beneath me, every muscle tense and trembling, her core pulsing violently as I seized the orgasm she gave me.
“Fuck, yes,” she whispered, her voice unable to come out any louder.
An overwhelming surge of ecstasy tore through my body like a tidal wave. "Ana, fuck!" I cried out her name, my voice cutting through the symphony of her moans.
I pressed my face against her neck, consumed by the sensation as I released into her, my body convulsing violently with the intensity of my climax. It was an indescribable high, a euphoric peak that left me feeling invincible, and I was desperate to remain suspended in this blissful state forever.
“Are you okay?” I asked, stilling inside of her.
“Never better.” She pressed her lips against mine in confirmation.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, you didn’t hurt me, Lorenzo.” She smiled. “It was perfect.”
For a moment, we laid tangled together, our bodies damp from sweat, our hearts pounding in unison as our breathing began to return to normal. I relaxed beside her, pulling her close as my fingers trailed across on her skin.
“You continue to surprise me, Ana.” I murmured as she turned her back to me, snuggling into my embrace as the breeze from the window kissed our naked skin.
“I could stay like this until morning.”
“Unfortunately, that’s not an option. I’m taking you out tonight.” I planned on making memories with her from the moment we stepped on that plane to come to Sicily. And I didn’t plan on stopping for the rest of our lives.
The evening air was warm, carrying the faint scent of blooming jasmine as we walked hand in hand through the cobblestone streets.
My gaze repeatedly drifted over to her, the glow of the street lamps illuminating her skin.
She’d chosen a fitted, deep red floor-length dress that accentuated her body.
Her lips were painted the exact same shade to match, and they curved up into a soft smile when she glanced up at me, making my heart practically stop.
I had never experienced anything quite like this before, nor had I anticipated such a feeling.
There was no adrenaline-fuelled rush, no fiery excitement coursing through my veins—just a serene fullness, as though every part of me had finally come to rest. Her hand in mine wasn't a jolt of electricity; it was a steady anchor.
She didn't need to utter a single word, her very presence felt like an unspoken promise I hadn't realised I was longing for.
If the men or my mother would have said I’d be here with Ana, falling head over heels, I’d have laughed because it seemed near impossible. But not anymore.
I hated the fact that it took that bastard Chad taking her for me to realise that she was actually important to me. She was the only person I wanted to let in. The only person that saw me for me. The only person besides my mother that I’d give my life for.
Her blue eyes met mine, sparkling with a mixture of excitement and contentment, something I never thought I’d see, let alone be the reason for.
“Here we are.” I smiled as we stopped outside a small, family-owned restaurant. I chose this place on purpose because it was a spot I frequented as a child. Long before my life changed to what it was now.
“Oh, Enzo, it’s perfect,” she murmured, her nickname catching me off guard.
“Enzo?” I questioned, unable to hide my amusement.
“Yeah, just trying it out, don’t you like it?”
Like it? I loved it. No one other than a very select few called me Enzo, and even then, it was extremely rare.
“Keep trying it out and we’ll see.” I winked as I squeezed her hand tightly.
As I turned my attention to the restaurant’s entrance, I was welcomed by an elderly couple I hadn’t seen in a while. “Welcome!” The woman, who was actually my grandmother, smiled and held out her arms to me. “Lorenzo, my boy, it’s been too long.”
I embraced her as tears sprung to her eyes.
“ Lo so, Nonna .” I sighed. “ Troppo a lungo, mi sei mancato .” I spoke in Italian, something I knew my grandparents were proud of.
“ Risparmia un po' d'amore per tuo Nonno .” My grandfather chuckled, holding out his arms to me as he pulled me into him with a firm pat on the back.
“This must be…” My grandmother, Silvia, gasped as her eyes fell to my wife.
“ Nonna , this is Anastacia, my wife.” I hadn’t even finished my sentence before she wrapped her arms tightly around Ana, who was smiling ear to ear.
“It’s so lovely to meet you, Anastacia, dear.” She stroked her hair, welcoming her like the family she was. “I’ve heard all about you from our daughter, Carmella.” She led Ana to our reserved table as I watched on with a smile I couldn’t hide.
“How have you been, son?” My grandfather, Elio, asked.
“Good. Really good, actually.” I turned to face him. “I guess you’ll meet her properly when Nonna lets you,” I teased.
“You know her all too well.” He chuckled. “You seem happy. That’s all we ever wanted for you, especially since…” He paused, unsure if he should continue.
My grandparents weren’t fans of my father. In their eyes, he was never good enough for their only daughter. The more I thought about it, the more I realised they were right. He wasn’t good enough for her.
He tried at first. Brought her home frequently even when they had me, but after a short period of time, he stopped.
He wouldn’t allow her to leave and visit alone with me.
Maybe he thought we wouldn’t return. Fuck knows what went on in that man’s head.
I visited when I was old enough, but after my father passed away, my time was limited and unfortunately, seeing them and spending time in Sicily was one of the things I had to give up.
“I plan on being out here a lot more, especially since I bought a house for us here.”
“Well, your Nonna will love that. She seems to have taken to your wife.” He nodded towards them as she was already pouring Ana a limoncello. God, was she trying to get her drunk already? It had only been five bloody minutes.
“Lorenzo, come over here,” Ana called. I found my feet already moving towards her.
“She’s a keeper, especially if she makes you smile like that.” Elio said loud enough for me to hear as he slapped his palms together in delight.
He was right. She was a keeper, and I didn’t plan on letting her go, not even for a second.