Chapter 25 Massimo
MASSIMO
The persistence of this woman is fucking diabolical. If I want her to stay in this damn bed with me, I’m probably going to have to stay up all night.
I’m breaking down her walls—slowly—but my patience is going to end up running thin by the time she stops fighting me.
I turn off the lamp on my nightstand, then let out a sigh as I lie on my back with my hand behind my head.
I’m not sure how much more I can take of this.
I figured Liana would come around by now.
Her body wants me, and I know her mind does too, but there’s something still holding her back.
I need to figure it the fuck out. I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to sleep next to this woman each night without putting my hands on her.
When she walked in, in her cute little blue silk shorts and matching top pajama set, I knew I would be in for one hell of a fucking wedding night, but not in the way I was hoping.
Now as I lie here, I contemplate every fucking move I’ve made with this woman. There’s only so long she can freeze me out for, but fuck, I wish she would just see how fucking perfect we are together now.
I close my eyes and will my damn brain to shut off so I can fall asleep, but a small sound coming from Liana captures my attention.
I ignore it, assuming she’s fallen asleep, until she makes the noise again, followed by some movement under the sheets.
What is she …
“Mmm,” she moans, and my heart fucking skips a beat. Or it stops. Hell if I know.
She cannot be doing what I think she’s doing.
“Mmm,” she breathes out again. “Yes.”
No fucking way.
“Liana …” I say, my tone deep and masked with desperation to hear more of those sweet sounds.
She ignores me, instead letting out a whimper that wakes my dick right the fuck up.
“You better tell me what’s going on over there, or I’ll find out for myself.”
“I needed some help falling asleep,” she says, her voice breathy with desire.
Fuck me.
“There’s nothing like having an orgasm to help you get a good night’s rest. Don’t you think, Massi?”
“You’re playing with fire, mia moglie,” I say through clenched teeth.
All I can see is her dark silhouette in the night, but the sounds she’s making have me wanting more. Needing more.
“You refuse to let me sleep alone, so now you get to see what it’s like to sleep right next to me.”
“So that’s what this is? You’re trying to torture me with those sweet sounds coming from your mouth?”
She lets out another moan. “Oh, Massi. Yes. Right there, just like that.”
Why the fuck is a virgin so damn good at this? My cock has never been so damn hard in my life.
“Liana,” I growl out. “I highly fucking suggest you stop what you’re doing before you get yourself in a situation you can’t come back from.”
“Does this bother you? Knowing it’s my fingers rubbing my clit instead of your own?”
“Liana …”
“Knowing that my fingers will be the only ones to ever touch my virgin pussy?”
Words escape me, so all I can do is let out a fucking grunt. She’s fucking with me. She knows exactly what she’s doing.
“Cat got your tongue, mio dolce marito?”
I clench my jaw. Sweat beads form at my hairline while I try to rein in my control.
“I’m going to tell you one more time. Stop what you’re doing or else neither of us will come back from what’s about to happen.”
“Oh, Massi, I can’t wait to feel your cock inside me.”
That’s fucking it.
Two can play this game.
Pulling my hardened cock out of the open seam of my boxers, I stroke it, then give it a firm squeeze at the base.
“If you want to play, let’s play, mia moglie.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she says, her hand still working that clit of hers, by the sounds of it.
Grabbing the lube from the drawer of my nightstand, I squirt some in my hand. The sound must capture Liana’s attention.
“Massimo … what’re you doing?”
I run my lubed-up hand along my shaft roughly, needing to feel some friction.
“Fucking finally,” I groan out.
“Massimo,” she hisses. “Are you …”
I stroke my cock the way I plan on teaching Liana how to soon. “Just like that, baby.”
As I roll my hand over my tip, a shiver runs through me at how fucking sensitive I am. This is the closest I’ve been to a woman since meeting Liana, and I already know the years of having gone without, I won’t last long, even though I’m the one doing it to myself.
Just when I think I’ve one upped her and she’ll quit this little game she started, Liana lets out a moan. “I want more.”
“How much more, baby?”
“Your fingers. Give me your fingers.”
Fucking hell.
“And I want your mouth, mia moglie. You gonna give it to me?”
She lets out a shaky whimper, and I imagine she’s now fingering herself. The fact she’s imagining they’re mine makes me grow impossibly harder, bordering on painful as all the blood in my body rushes to my cock.
“Yes,” she finally moans out. “You taste so good, Massi. You feel so good.”
Her words send a jolt of excitement straight to my core. “Shit, Liana. I’m not going to last when you speak to me like that.”
“I don’t want you to last,” she breathes out. “I want to feel you come inside my mouth.”
“Fucking hell, baby. I’m gonna get there any second.”
As I pick up the pace of my hand, my toes curl.
Not fucking yet.
Liana’s breaths come out shallow, and I know she’s gotten herself to that point too.
“Holy shit, Massi. Yes, yes!”
“Come for me, baby. Show me what I’ve only been able to imagine in my dreams for the past six years.”
Our breathless pants fill the air until Liana releases a shaky cry, and I take that as my sign to finally release my own.
Our orgasms come in waves that we ride out until we come down from the high we were just catapulted into with each other.
We lie in bed in silence, nothing but our mixed breathing filling the air.
“Did you enjoy trying to prove your point?” I ask her.
“What do you mean?”
“I see right through you, mia moglie. If you think that little show you just put on is getting back at me for forcing you to share a bed with me, think again. Now that I know what you sound like when you come, I fully plan on hearing it again, again, and again.”