23. Sly
Two weeks in the city I adore, with the woman I am irrevocably in love with, is not enough time. If I could convince her to stay here forever, I would.
Verona with Vinnie is a dream. We’ve laid under the heat of the sun, basking in each other’s presence as we make love anywhere and everywhere we can.
We’ve acted as though we are tourists, sampling the cuisine and walking hand-in-hand through the popular destinations. Visiting Casa di Giulietta and seeing the architecture inspired by Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. Strolling leisurely over the Ponte Pietra, and sitting at the top of Castel San Pietro to enjoy the sunset as we overlook the city.
Tomorrow, we leave Verona and travel back to New York, but today… I’ve saved the best for last. Today I hope to watch Vinnie’s eyes light up with wonder as I take her to the oldest library in the world, Biblioteca Capitolare. It has taken me nearly the full two weeks of our honeymoon to reserve the entire library to ourselves—something they were not inclined to allow at first.
Two hours is all we’re granted, but it is better than nothing.
Knowing Vincenza’s love for books, I could not allow her to leave my city without seeing its full history and beauty.
“Are you excited?” I ask, raising our connected hands to kiss hers. We have about five more minutes of walking before we arrive, and I can tell by the bounce in her step she’s full of anticipation for her surprise.
“I don’t see how you could have possibly saved the best for last, or so you say. Our honeymoon has been a dream, Sly. I couldn’t have imagined it any more perfectly.”
“Considering our wedding was not the way I would have planned it to be, the least I could do was give you a proper honeymoon, amore mio.”
She shoots me a quick sideways glance. “It certainly wasn’t what I dreamed of as a little girl but I’ve told you many times over the last couple of weeks—I wouldn’t have it any other way. The wedding doesn’t matter, it’s the marriage that does. Marrying you is all I’ve wanted since we met.”
“At age nine?” I quip, pressing my lips to her temple. Letting go of her hand, I wrap my arm around her shoulder and keep her close.
“Hmmm,” she hums. “Maybe not at age nine. Definitely at age thirteen. Probably not at seventeen, though, but I did want to kiss you then.”
Laughter erupts from my chest. “So many opportunities we had to betray our families. It is a wonder why we waited so long.”
“Right person, wrong time.” Vinnie shrugs, but a playful smile pulls at her lips.
We turn a corner, and Biblioteca Capitolare comes into view. Having seen it in person several times, I turn toward Vincenza to take in her expression, curious if any recognition will flash across her features. She scans her surroundings, but doesn’t seem to realize where we are. As we come to a stop in front of magnificent architecture, she looks over at me, expectant and curious.
“I couldn’t fathom the idea of bringing you to Verona knowing your love of literature, without bringing you to Biblioteca Capitolare. For the next two hours, the oldest library in the world lies at your fingertips, piccola ladra. To explore. To marvel in. Whatever you wish to do inside these walls will be granted.”
Vinnie’s eyes widen, and she pulls her gaze from me, looking up at the building. Her mouth opens and closes a couple of times before she looks at me with tears in her eyes. “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” I repeat, grazing my thumb over her cheek.
She takes me by surprise when she squeals in delight, jumping into my chest and flinging her arms around my neck as she peppers my face with kisses. I barely have time to embrace her before she’s grabbing me by the hand and pulling me into the building.
As we enter, immediately she sucks in a breath and freezes in place, just as awestruck as I am by the sheer beauty in the entrance of the biblioteca. The scent of worn leather and old parchment fills the air, and two grand staircases encircle each side, with a small reception desk and museum cases on the lower level. A man wearing a light blue button-down shirt smiles and closes the book he’s holding to greet us.
“Ciao. Benvenuti alla Biblioteca Capitolare. Siete i coniugi Lucchetti?” Hello. Welcome to Biblioteca Capitolare. Are you Mr. and Mrs. Lucchetti?
“Sì. Grazie per averci permesso di visitare la biblioteca in privato. Siamo in luna di miele e mia moglie lavora nell”editoria. Sono entusiasta di darle questa volta.” Yes. Thank you for allowing us to tour the library in private. We are on our honeymoon, and my wife works in publishing. I am thrilled to give her this time.
“Grazie per la tua generosa donazione. Siamo lieti di avervi alla Biblioteca Capitolare. Se hai bisogno di qualcosa, non esitare a chiedere.” Thank you for your generous donation. We are happy to have you at Biblioteca Capitolare. If you need anything, please do not hesitate to ask.
“Grazie,” I tell the man, then turn back toward my wife. “Are you ready to explore, amore mio?”
“Yes!” she exclaims, and I laugh again, completely awestruck by the happiness radiating from her. Lacing our fingers together, she gently tugs me up the stairs and we spend the next hour exploring all that Biblioteca Capitolare has to offer.
From room to room I follow Vinnie, allowing her as much time as she wishes to take it all in, watching her fingers dust over the spines of the books as she admires the old literature. I’m enraptured by the way she never pulls her phone out to take photos, but instead stays present, enjoying each moment as it comes. What she does not realize is that I do capture the moments in photographs, and I intend to enlarge them and hang them in our home.
Stowing my phone as we enter the final room of the afternoon, I hear her soft gasp as we walk into the final grand library where leather bound books are kept in floor-to-ceiling mahogany bookcases. A gothic style chandelier hangs in the center of the room, with a few small wingback chairs beneath it. The lighting is low, and it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust and really focus.
The detailing in this room is marvelous. From the woodwork to the tiles, it radiates timeless elegance. There is even a ladder that rests along the bookshelves, and I notice it is on a track—something I have only seen in movies.
Vincenza spins in a circle to see it fully as she walks further in the space. “It’s beautiful.”
“As is the woman within its walls.”
She looks over at me and smiles, wiggling her fingers so that her white gold, diamond wedding band sparkles in the low lighting. Her main band needs to be resized slightly, so she left it in the safe back at the villa, and I already miss seeing it on her finger. “You’ve already locked me down, you don’t have to always be so charming.”
“You think I’m charming you, piccola ladra?” Pushing my hands into the pockets of my slacks, I stalk toward her, pinning her in my stare. My cock hardens as I approach, her gaze lowering to where I know she can see its outline as it presses against the fabric.
“Yes,” she breathes, as she takes a step backward. The way her breath hitches, I know she can read my thoughts.
I want her.
Now.
A smile pulls on her lips as she continues to retreat backward with every step I take until finally she’s up against the works of literature. Pinning her with my hips, I reach above us and prop my wrist against the bookshelf, lowering my hips so I can grind my erection against her. “There is not a moment in time where I will stop charming you. You are my wife. You deserve every ounce of love, adoration, and respect that I have to give. I intend to cherish you, amore mio.”
Closing the gap between us, I kiss her deeply. She melts against my body, which only intensifies my need for her.
Our kiss turns frantic, her heart beating wildly against my chest as she reaches between us to palm my length with her hand. The friction feels like magic.
Reaching to her thighs, I hoist her into my arms and her legs wrap around my waist.
“We shouldn’t do this here,” she protests in the most unconvincing way.
Groaning in response, I take a few steps, leaning her against the bookshelf’s ladder, kneading her breast from the outside of her soft linen dress. But it’s not enough. Pulling the fabric, I release it and lean forward, sucking her nipple into my mouth. My fingers grip her skin as I hold it tighter, pulling the taut bud into my mouth further.
A sharp hiss expels from between her lips, but I can already feel the roll of her hips as she seeks friction.
Releasing her breast, I help set her on her feet, but use my hand on her hip to keep her in place. “We are absolutely going to do this here, amore mio. There is nothing I want more than to hear your words of pleasure filter out into this room as I bring you to orgasm.”
“Sly,” she warns, but still I lower myself to my knees and pull up the hem of her dress. Gently, I press against her thighs so she settles against the rung of the ladder. “What if someone comes in? Our time here is almost up.”
Positioning the dress around my shoulders, it tents me as I look up at her panty-covered pussy. A spot of arousal seeps through the white cotton, so I press into it with my thumb, rubbing her gently to start. “Let them. Heads will roll if they interrupt me before you come.”
“But I—” she begins, but she loses her frame of mind the moment my tongue meets her center.
Through her underwear, I eat her as though its her bare skin, devouring her as I grasp the insides of her thighs.
“Sly,” she moans, and I hear the soft clank of what I can only assume is her ring against the wood as she holds on. “Keep going.”
I had no intention of stopping, piccola ladra.
Tired of the barrier, I pull her underwear to the side, holding them as I continue. Her moans intensify with every lap of my tongue, and I savor the taste of her desire on my lips before I use the tip of my tongue to tease her clit, flicking the nerve.
Her hand flies to my head, and she fists the fabric of her dress, pulling my hair from beneath it, gripping tightly as she rolls her hips into my face. Without breaking my focus, I push on her calf, nudging her to drape it over my shoulder. In this position, she sinks lower on the ladder and takes more of a seated position on my face.
I love it. With my neck tilted back, I ravish her, my tongue pulling through her slick folds to her clit, swirling it as she cries out, no longer fearful of being walked in on, as her echoes of pleasure bounce against the books.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants. “I’m so close, Sly. Right. There.”
Her hips increase their rhythm as I work her with my tongue until she’s to the point of collapsing, hanging by a thread on the edge where she teeters, her body so wound up I can feel the pressure building by the way she tenses her muscles.
“Oh my God,” she cries again, and as I prod my tongue into her entrance and reach the pad of my thumb to her clitoris, she explodes around me. The beautiful melody of her pleasure-filled cries fill the room at the same moment I hear the sound of the large wooden door opening.
“Dio mio!” a man”s voice shouts, and in the next moment, the door closes with a deep slam behind him.
Despite our intrusion, I don’t stop my ministrations, determined to give Vinnie another orgasm as she rides out the last. It is my favorite thing to do—to see how quickly I can administer back-to-back climaxes.
Her knee presses against the side of my head as I push two fingers into her as deep as they’ll go from the angle I’m in, and I work them rapidly with the succession I know turns her body into putty.
“Sly…please,” she pants, her hands still fisting my hair. “We have to go.”
“Not before you come on my fingers,” I growl against her, refusing to remove my tongue from her skin. She tastes too sweet—I can’t get enough.
“Please,” Vinnie begs, this time pulling my hair roughly through her dress until I”m forced to bend my neck backward. Her dress slides down my face and my gorgeous wife comes into view looking flushed and driven to the point of madness.
I’m displeased to notice that she’s fixed the top of her dress, yet simultaneously relieved that the man who just walked in on us didn’t see my wife’s bare skin.
“Vincenza—” I warn, swirling my thumb around her clit. “One more.”
“I don’t want to come on your fingers. I want your cock.” Pushing from the library’s ladder, she lowers herself, forcing me to remove my fingers from her, and reaches for my belt. Frantically, she unbuckles me, using one hand to unbutton my pants as her other hand pushes past the resistance of the band and wraps around my cock.
Groaning, my eyes shutter closed and my head tips back, overwhelmed by the feeling of her skin against mine. I’m impossibly hard in her hand, and can’t resist the way my hips tilt into her grasp, chasing more of her touch. When the searing warmth of her lips wrap around my shaft, I nearly lose it.
Through hooded eyes, I watch as she takes me as deep into her throat as she can, working the base of me as she slides her mouth back and forth on my cock. Fisting her hair, I guide her a few more moments before pulling from her mouth. A string of saliva hangs from her lips to my cock as she looks up at me with wild eyes, and it makes me want to slam into her again and fill her throat.
But my wife has requested my cock, and I am here to do whatever it is she asks of me.
Together we stand, and immediately our mouths fuse together in a deep, wild kiss. She moans, sending vibrations into my own as I match it with a groan of equal fervor. As my tongue slides into her mouth, my fingertips grip the back of her thighs and lift her into my arms as I take the necessary steps back to flatten her against the bookshelf.
Trusting me to keep her steady, Vinnie reaches between us and pulls her underwear aside with one hand and with the other, she aligns my cock with her pussy. I don’t waste another second before pushing into her.
“Hang on, amore mio,” I command, and her arms instantly wind around my neck. Her legs tighten ever so slightly around my waist.
As her walls clench around my cock, I grab onto the shelves on either side of her head with both hands and begin pressing up into her, my speed gaining with every thrust.
I won’t be able to push my release off for long with the way her pussy is milking my cock so perfectly, tightening around it each time I push deeper. Her body is wound tightly, too. I can hear it in the way she moans, feel it in the way her nails bite into the back of my neck.
“I can’t fight it much longer, piccola ladra. You are too much of a temptation today, and as much as I’d like to take my time and make love to you amongst the classics, I won’t last.”
“Come with me, Sly. Together. Come with me.” Her eyes are closed as she captures my lips and kisses me relentlessly. It temporarily stuns me until she begins mewling against my mouth and I feel her body climaxing.
Fucking my wife deeply, I white-knuckle the shelves I am holding and crash into my own climax. It hits me powerfully and I see stars as I grunt through the release I know is painting the walls of her pussy.
I only allow a moment for my body to reach completion before all too quickly I’m pulling out of her, tucking myself into my pants so I can help her fix her underwear and dress.
Once my bride is presentable, I press a chaste kiss to her lips. “Come—we are past due with our time. Let’s go home before we get escorted off the premises.”
Vinnie’s eyes widen as I hold her hand, leading her to the door. “You don’t think?—”
“No, amore mio. I don’t. But let’s not risk it.” From over my shoulder, I wink at her and pull open the thick wooden door.
The hall is empty as we make our way to the front of the Biblioteca Capitolare, and we are almost to the exit when I hear a voice from behind me. “Mi scusi, signor e signorina Lucchetti. Se potessi, per favore—” Excuse me, Mr. and Mrs. Lucchetti. If you could please?—
“Quickly,” I tell Vinnie as I push open the door and we run out, laughing like we’re teenagers who were just caught in the janitor”s closet. In a sense we are, just aged up and in a much more prestigious environment.
The door gives a shrill slam behind us as we jog down the three steps of the building and through the parking area. There’s a side street we turn down and continue to jog for a few more moments before stopping to catch our breath. It’s only then that we realize we’ve also been caught in a summer storm, which is perfectly reminiscent of our first true date.
Looking down at myself, my dark charcoal button-down is sticking to me like a second skin, my slacks equally as wet. I shake my head, laughing as beads of water go flying. When I look up at Vinnie, my breath hitches as I take in the state of her rain-soaked body.
Her sundress clings to her in ways I can only hope my body will later. Beads of water roll down into the valley of her breasts as her chest rises and falls. The tendrils of hair that frame her face stick to her, and her blue eyes blaze with unspoken need.
Wordlessly, we both connect like magnets and kiss like we need each other to breathe, not caring—in fact, loving—that the rain pours down upon us.
It is no secret that I find myself to be a romantic, but there could truly be no better way to end a beautiful afternoon getting lost in the books, than with a rain-soaked kiss on a quiet street in Italy.
But there is only so much romance a man can take. A heat ignites through my body, fueled by a desperation to claim and possess my wife so intensely and wholly, that it nearly knocks me over.
Our time in public is finished, and I’m ready to get her home.
And there is no doubt in my mind that she feels the same. Unabashedly, she rubs my cock from outside my pants and works her fingers to squeeze at the tip before sliding her hand down to where she can reach the outline of my balls. The simple touch makes my knees weak and my mind frenzied.
Scooping her into my arms, I opt to carry her the rest of the way, desperate to be inside of her again. “Come, amore mio. I need to get you home and out of these clothes.”
The walk home is hurried as I carry my wife and try not to throw aside every moral I have and press her against a building in the middle of a busy area and fuck her senseless. The way she nibbles at my neck and whispers to me about how she can’t wait for me to lick her pussy again is enough to drive me clinically insane.
I won’t even attempt to be dignified and deny that as soon as I see the motorcycle I rented for our trip come into view in the piazza, I run.