18. Celso
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Celso
I have her pinned against the couch, unable to move. She’s been fighting against me since the moment we got into that elevator and all its achieved is making me want her more.
My cock is so fucking hard right now I’m in pain.
But Neve can’t hide her true feelings from me. She can’t hide her desire or her body’s reposes and right now, with my cock pressed between her ass cheeks, she can’t hide how wet her pussy is and how she’s arching her ass up towards me. I chuckle. A low deep sound that vibrates through the air.
I have what I want, right in front of me. I thought our first time together would be gentle, possibly romantic. But she clearly didn’t want that - and now I don’t either.
I want to fuck her how I’ve fucked her in my dreams.
Bent over the sofa, locked in my grip, unable to escape while I claim her with every thrust of my cock.
I grab my cock in my hand and let the tip slide over her pussy.
“Oh fuck.” She whimpers, her voice muffled against the pillows.
“Beg me to fuck you, angel. Beg for it.”
“I won’t.” She screams, kicking back and trying to get away again.
I laugh louder. “The harder you fight - the harder my cock gets.” I warn her as it throbs in my hand, pulsing with desire to be inside my wife.
“I’ve told you, Neve. You belong to me.”
“I will never?—”
I thrust my cock into her pussy so hard she can’t speak. I push so deep inside her my cock is buried all the way into her, penetrating her and claiming her in the most intimate way.
“You are mine.” I growl, rocking backwards and slamming into her again.
She cries out and her fingers knot around the fabric of the pillows. She rocks her body backwards against me.
I have never felt such intense pleasure in my life. And I don’t want it to end.
But I can’t control myself as I fuck her harder and faster, my cock spreading her tight little pussy wide open, filling her up, moving inside her and making her scream.
Her legs begin to shake, and I smirk. She’s going to come before I am. She’s loving every second of this.
I keep pushing forward until her pussy starts to tighten around me.
I pull out.
Neve cries out in horror.
I step back, my cock standing erect, solid with thick veins throbbing along the shaft .
She stands up and turns to stare at me with wide eyes.
I sit down on the sofa.
“Sit on my cock.” I demand.
She bites her lip, looking down at me.
“Spread your legs over me and sit on my cock, Neve.” I demand again.
She hesitates so I grab her arm and pull her forward, spreading her legs over my lap so that she can straddle me.
Her breathing is heavy and fast, and her lips are swollen with desire.
I take her hips and shove her onto my cock.
She cries out, grabbing my shoulders.
Lifting her and slamming her back down onto my lap I use her to fuck me.
Growling with pleasure as her breasts bounce in front of my face I keep pushing her up and down on my cock until she is shaking, and tears are streaming down her cheeks.
Her body lets go as her pupils dilate and she tilts her head backwards. I can’t hold out much longer. This is too perfect.
The orgasm hits her like a tidal wave. Her pussy tightens over my cock and wave after wave of muscular contractions have her body convulsing and soft moans of delight falling from her lips.
I slam her down onto my cock one last time and hold her there as I explode inside her, my pleasure flooding from me in pure ecstasy.
Neve sits on my cock, gasping for breath, staring at me with shock in her eyes.
“Mrs. Vece.” I mutter, admiring my wife, in all of her perfection.
I lift her off my lap, standing as I do so and wrapping her legs around my waist.
Carrying her to the bedroom I let her feet drop to the floor.
She stands in front of me, in some kind of trance, still shocked from how good we are together. “I promised you, didn’t I?” I say. She nods, licking her lips .
I begin to undress her, unclipping the gorgeous white lingerie and letting each piece fall to the floor until she is naked.
I carry her to the shower and stand with her as I wash her body, touching every part of her.
The first time - we fucked , but the second time in the shower, we make love. It’s slower, tender, more intimate as she wraps her legs around my waist, and I fuck her against the wall with hot water splashing over us.
We fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms and for the first time I think Neve is letting me in.
She’s softened to me and allowing me to love her in the way that I want to love her.
I wake up before her.
It’s a little chilly because the sun isn’t up yet. Neve is curled against me, her hair tickling my face. I smile, taking in a quiet breath of her scent. This is what I’ve waited so long for. I can’t believe I finally have this gorgeous creature here in my arms in the quietest hours of the morning - and she is my wife .
My arms are already wrapped around her, her back fitting perfectly against my chest. I pull her a little closer and close my eyes again.
I’m not rushing to get out of bed today. I have all the time in the world to lie here with her. This is exactly where I want to be.
I fall asleep again. Content. So comfortable I don’t even dream, or at least not that I remember. When I realize I haven’t had a single nightmare since Neve has been sleeping next to me. She is the cure to everything bad in my life.
When I wake up the second time, she is already out of bed and I groan in annoyance.
Why didn’t she stay with me, snuggle with me?
I throw the blankets aside and swing my legs off the edge of the bed, stretching my sleepy body until it wakes up.
Heading downstairs to the kitchen, I assume I’ll find here there because I can smell fresh coffee.
She’s leaning over the coffee machine, muttering in annoyance. The t-shirt she threw on to come down stairs is barely covering her ass. The sight of her leaning forward like that makes my cock stir and my body light with desire.
She is my wife.
Perhaps I should take her again, over the kitchen counter. We could have fun in every room of this hotel before we leave for our home - then we could do it all again there.
She mutters again and huffs at the coffee machine.
I grin. Oddly, it’s the same machine we have at home.
And she keeps forgetting it’s the silver button on the side that does all in one option. Every time she uses our machine she pushes the first one and gets a black coffee. She’s done the same thing here.
Slipping my hands around her waist I whisper against her ear. “Good morning, my love.”
She jumps, already agitated from her coffee machine issues.
“Don’t do that.” She snaps a little and pulls her mouth to the side and narrows her eyes at me. “It’s just me - the man you married last night.” I smirk .
She glares and I stare back as intensely. The looks she gives me says several things. The most obvious one is that she has changed her mood since last night’s intimacy. We might be leaning back towards the ‘don’t touch me, I don’t want to be here’ phase.
I decide to ignore it.
I tug her against my chest and kiss the top of her head.
She wiggles a little, brushing her body against me. My cock goes hard, and her eyes widen.
“Did you sleep well, my angel?” I ask, reaching around her and putting a fresh cup under the machine and pushing the button on the side.
“Dammit. I always forget.” She sighs, seeing which one I pressed. “Like, how hard can a freaking coffee machine be?” she rolls her eyes at herself.
“Did you?” I ask again. Looking down at her, my arms still wrapped around her even though she hasn’t hugged me back. She pulls her mouth to the side. “Sure. Yes. I slept very well.” She admits as though I’m interrogating her.
I take her arms and wrap them around my waist .
“This is how you greet your husband in the morning, angel.” I grin.
She tries to hide the little giggle that rustles through her, but she doesn’t manage to.
Wrapping my hands around her waist I lift her onto the kitchen counter, away from the coffee machine.
“Also, you are supposed to stay in bed so that I can make you coffee in the morning and kiss you awake with a fresh cup.” I say. “What is this nonsense where you get up before me and I wake up alone?” I hand her the coffee and she sips it.
She bites her lip to hide her smile.
“If I waited for you to get up, I’d be sleeping all day. I don’t have time for that.” She sasses.
“Is that so?” I step close to her, pushing her legs open and taking her face in my hand to kiss her. I can taste the sweetness of coffee on her lips.
“What would you like to do today, my angel?” I ask, mesmerized by her eyes.
“Um - escape a forced marriage and maybe disappear in Mexico so my crazy husband can’t find me.” She replies, her brows raised.
“Oh, sweet little angel, your crazy husband would tear every continent apart to find you. If I had to kill every person on this planet until you were the last one alive - just to find you - that is what I would do.” I say. A promise she doesn’t know I would keep.
She stiffens a little, her fingers tight around the coffee mug. Perhaps she understands a little about how far I would go to have her.
I smile as I watch her. Tracing my fingers over her jaw, I let the pad of my thumb brush across her lips.
“Don’t test me, my angel.” I warn her.
She nods, ever so slightly, almost unnoticeable.
Except I notice everything.