Chapter 33 Liana #2
Putting my feelings out there for him has me shaking with nerves. I never thought I’d develop feelings for a man I swore I’d never be with.
“Life is all about taking chances. I can’t promise you that nothing will ever happen to me, but I can promise that I’ll love, protect, and cherish you for as long as I live.
” A grin breaks out on his face. “And even after that, your ass isn’t getting rid of me.
I’ll haunt you for good and kill any man who tries to take my place. ”
That pulls a laugh out of me. “I can absolutely see you doing that to some guy I’m seeing.”
A deep, territorial growl vibrates through Massimo’s chest. “Okay, let’s stop talking about you with other men.”
“You brought it up,” I say with a smirk.
He drags his hand up the center of my back, trailing my spine until his hand is buried in my hair. When he tightens his hold, pulling at the strands to angle my head back, a shiver erupts in my body, sending a wave of excitement deep in my core.
“This mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble one of these days.”
I lick my lips, and Massimo traces the movement with his eyes. They glisten with excitement, and that feeling deep in my stomach builds.
“Maybe that’s what I want,” I challenge.
“Don’t commit to something you’re not ready for,” he says, tugging at my strands even more.
“Who says I’m not ready?”
A smirk tugs at his lips, then they’re on me in the next second, slamming into mine in a passionate cry of desperate need. The tension that’s been building between us since the first night we met six years ago has finally hit its limit.
“I want you, Massi,” I mumble, strained against his lips.
“How do you want me, mia moglie?” he asks, then thrusts his tongue into my mouth, seeking what it needs from mine.
When I pull away, our chests are heaving. I gaze up into his darkened eyes and say, “I want to taste you.”
My words come out soft. I have zero experience with a man, and no matter what, that has me feeling a certain way.
Anxious.
He lets out a groan and says, “You have no idea how long I’ve been dying to hear you say that.”
Knowing he hasn’t been with another woman since we met settles that sick feeling in my stomach, but I’m not foolish enough to forget he had a life before me. There’s no telling the sexual experiences he’s had and how I’ll compare to them.
What if he has this memory in his head of how it’ll feel to have a woman go down on him, but then he gets me and I can’t do it right?
My spiraling thoughts are getting the best of me, and Massimo must sense it because he cups my face and says, “Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?”
“I can see the concerned look on your face. The worry in your eyes. Do you think you’re not going to be enough for me?”
How does he read me so easily?
“Yes,” I mutter. “I just know you’ve been with other women before, who I’m sure were far more experienced than I—”
“Don’t do that,” he says again, this time more adamantly. “I never want you to compare yourself to another woman again. When I met you, my life before you ended and a new one started.”
“It’s easy for you to say that when you’re the one who’s not a pathetic little virgin.”
His brow furrows, confusion etched into the fine lines in his skin. “Do you really think that? That your virginity makes you pathetic?”
“I … I don’t know.” He continues to stare at me. “No, I guess?”
“You guess?”
“I don’t know. My virginity has never really made me feel any type of way, but now with you it’s like …”
I pause for a moment, trying to find the right words.
“I just don’t want to disappoint you,” I murmur, lowering my gaze to his chest, but Massimo lifts my face and looks deep into my eyes.
“You would never disappoint me. I’m here with you because I want to be. You want me to show you how to do something, then I’ll drop everything I’m doing to make it happen.”
His comforting words bring a small smile to my face.
“Not to mention, being the one who gets to help show you this side of yourself, turns me the fuck on, mia moglie.”
I peer into his heady eyes. “It does?”
Taking my hand, he slides it over the zipper of his pants. My eyes widen at the bulge protruding at the seam.
“Yes. You turn me on like no other. Just the thought of these beautiful pink lips wrapped around my cock has me yearning for more,” he says while brushing his thumb over my bottom lip.
The red-hot desire from his tone seeps into me and has me excited to explore him. To see how else I can affect him.
He leaves his hand on mine as I fist him. His breathing picks up, and he wraps his hand around the back of my neck, then slams his lips to mine once more.
We get lost in each other for who knows how long, with our tongues clashing against one another in a feral need that’s been pent up for years.
I clumsily undo his belt buckle and tug his zipper down.
When I pull away and glance down, his dick is practically forcing its way out of his boxers.
I glance back up at Massimo, and he nods, giving me the confidence to sink down to my knees and drag his pants and boxers down with me.
My eyes widen when his cock springs out at full mass.
“Massi …” I say, suddenly worried about what I’ve gotten myself into.
He chuckles, tilting my head back for me to look up at him. “We’ll take it slow, mia moglie.”
“I can absolutely tell you right now, that is not going to fit in my mouth.”
He chuckles again. “Your first lesson about sucking off a guy is that you don’t have to just use your mouth.”
I know I can use my hands, but I didn’t think I’d have to focus on multitasking for my first time, and now I’m about to spiral all over again.
“Don’t overthink it, baby. Just do what your body’s telling you to do.”
Taking a deep breath, I try to settle my nerves. Wrapping my hand around his dick, I take in the velvety feel.
“Just like that,” he breathes out. The sudden change in his tone has me dragging my eyes up to his. His gaze is fixed on my hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and the pure look of desire in his eyes has me intrigued to do more.
I get acquainted with his dick, sliding my hand up and down, squeezing it ever so slightly, worried about the amount of pressure I should be applying.
“Try adding a little spit, baby. It’ll make it easier to glide your hand up and down my shaft.”
Spit? Spit. Yes, of course.
As I gaze at his cock, my mouth salivates. I lick my lips, this desperate need to have them wrapped around him taking over. I need to get out of my head and just enjoy myself. Enjoy him.
Leaning forward, I open my mouth and lick the tip.
“Fucking hell, Liana,” he moans out.
The desperation in his tone sends a bolt of excitement through me. I open my mouth again and wrap my lips around the head of his cock before sliding it back out.
“Mmmm,” he groans, sinking his hands in my hair. “Your mouth feels even better than I could’ve fucking imagined.”
I repeat the movement again, and Massi guides my head, sinking me farther on his dick.
“Easy, baby. Just like that. Take a little more of me each time.”
I do as he says, taking him deeper until he’s hitting the back of my throat.
“There you go,” he says, still guiding my head back and forth.
I raise my eyes to his, and he’s staring down at me, mouth parted, pure lust filling his gaze.
Keeping my eyes on his, I pick up my pace, letting his cock hit the back of my throat. I know I’m not taking him fully because my hand is still wrapped around the base of his cock.
Once I’m comfortable with the speed, I swirl my tongue around his veiny shaft.
“Yes, just like that.” Massi pulls the loose strands back out of my face, holding my hair in his grasp. I glance back up at him, and he picks up his pace, thrusting in and out of my mouth.
“Now use your hands … Work them in unison with your mouth.”
Using the saliva that’s gathered at my hand, I stroke him in conjunction with my mouth.
There’s something so powerful in not having knowledge of what I’m doing, and yet my mouth and hand are still having this effect on him. Not only that, there’s something about him coaching me through this. It’s creating this excitement deep in my core.
I pick up my pace, and his hands tighten in my hair. His chest is heaving with shallow breaths, and his head is thrown back.
“Fuck, Liana,” he moans out, so I pick up my pace even more.
His head falls forward, and the grasp he has on my hair stops what I’m doing. Letting him pop out of my mouth, with a string of saliva from my lip to his dick connecting us, I say, “What’s wrong?”
“You need to stop doing that.” His voice is breathless but filled with need.
“How come? Was I not doing it right?”
“Oh, mia moglie,” he says, shaking his head. “You were doing it just fucking fine, trust me.”
“Then let me finish.” I lean forward, taking him back into my mouth, and he lets out a moan. I use my tongue and hollow my cheeks as I drive him in and out of my mouth. I speed up a lot more this time, the comfort of knowing what to expect driving me forward.
“You … don’t … understand,” he manages to get out while I continue to take him to the back of my throat. He tightens his grip in my hair, slowing me down, but I keep him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock. His eyes flicker with a heated desire.
“If you keep doing what you’re doing, I won’t be able to hold back anymore. I’m going come down this pretty little throat of yours, and I’m trying to be a fucking gentleman.”
“I don’t need you to be a gentleman, Massi. I need you to fuck my mouth the way you were imagining earlier.”
Those words seem to do the trick because he stares at me for a moment, a light sparking in his eyes, then drives my head forward and back again.
“You want me to stuff this sweet mouth of yours? To show you how deep I want you to take my cock?”
His words turn me on, and I hum out my response, which he seems to like, because he lets out another small moan.
“I don’t know if you’re ready for that, baby,” he breathes out.
“I am,” I mumble while his thick length glides in and out of my mouth.
“You sure you want to know what it’s like to choke on my cock, mia moglie?” His tone is strangled, like he’s trying to hold himself back from the desire filling us both.
I don’t know if it’s normal for your heart to skip a beat in excitement at the idea of choking on a man’s dick, but I can’t help this sexual response I’m having.
The combination of knowing I’m turning him on to such an extreme, mixed with his dirty words have me feeling …
powerful. Like his pleasure is controlled by me and only me, and he can’t get enough of it.
I draw back, letting him slide out of my mouth, and peer up at him behind sultry eyes.
“Please, Massi. Show me exactly how you like it.”
“Fucking hell,” he groans out, directing his cock back to my mouth.
I part my lips, opening wide for him, and he thrusts himself in. I’ve never been so thankful until this moment to not have a gag reflex.
“You’re going to have to open that throat of yours up if you want me to fuck it properly, baby.”
How am I supposed to do that? I already feel like I can’t breathe.
As if reading my mind, he says, “Take a deep breath and make sure to breathe through your nose. Relax as much as you can, and I’ll do the rest.”
I do as he says, letting him take over.
His hands tighten in my hair, and he picks up his pace, pushing farther into me each time.
Taking a deep breath, I try to relax as much as possible, and to my surprise, it works, allowing him even more access to me.
“Fuck,” he groans out. “Just like that, baby. Just”—thrust—“like”—thrust—“fucking”—thrust—“that.”
He pumps into me at an inordinate speed, filling my mouth with everything he has. When I glance up at him through glossed-over eyes, I can tell he’s close.
Moving my hand to his balls, I cup them, and that seems to do the trick. After just a few seconds, Massi says, “Holy fuck, I’m going to come.”
After a couple more thrusts, he lets out a deep moan, and hot liquid shoots to the back of my throat.
He fucks my mouth, giving me every last drop of his salty, musky self.
His thrusts get slower and shallower until he stops and pulls out.
I swallow everything he has and gaze up at him through tear-stained eyes.
Massi looks down at me with a satisfied smile on his face. “Look at these tears.” He wipes them away from my cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. “All for me … I fucking love it.”
He lowers his hand, wrapping it around my neck, then pulls me up to a stand and slams his lips to mine.
“You fucking ruined me six years ago, and now you’re doing it all over again,” he mumbles against my lips.
“What do you mean?” I ask, breathless from the intoxication of our kiss.
“That kiss at Suite 101 stayed with me all these years. I knew I’d never be able to have anyone else but you ever again, and now I don’t know how I’m supposed to go about my day-to-day without having you at every possible second.”
“What if you don’t have to?” I ask, gliding my nails down the backs of his arms.
His hand tightens around my neck. “Don’t commit to something you’re not ready to commit to, mia moglie,” he growls out.
“I’m not,” I say, breathless from the force he has around my neck.
A deep vibration comes from inside his chest and sounds an awful lot like a growl, then he spins me around and pushes me down on the bed.
“I’m going to hold you to that.” He climbs on top of me. A thrill runs through me when his hands find their way to the buttons of my pants.
“Every day from this day forward, I’m going to take you how I want, whenever I want. You understand?”
“Yes,” I gasp out when he starts pulling my pants down.
“Now I’m going to show you exactly what you can expect from this marriage, mia moglie.”