Chapter 34 #2
Her eyes widen as she places the water and two pills on the bedside table, tugging back the covers with a gasp.
“Why are you naked? And why is your salsiccia grossa (Big thick sausage) hard?”
I shrug and bite back a groan as I push myself up onto one elbow, reaching for the pills she just placed down.
Her eyes follow my every move as I pop them in my mouth and use the water to wash them down, my gaze never once leaving her.
“Are we …”
“Are we what, sweetheart?” I ask when her words die off.
“Doing it?”
I arch an eyebrow. “It?”
“You know, bumping uglies.”
I bark out a laugh. “Bumping uglies?”
“Having sex?”
I lie back down, settling into the pillows. “We can if you want.”
The smile that lights up her face is answer enough.
“If I want. Are you kidding me right now?” She’s already tugging her dress over her head as she speaks.
I continue to watch her, admiring the show. Her bra and panties are next, and fuck me if her body isn’t pure sin.
If I weren’t wounded right now, I’d be all over this woman like a rash.
As if reading my mind, she pauses for a second and frowns down at me. “Are you sure you’re going to be able to fulfil my needs with your injuries?”
“What kind of question is that?”
“A legitimate one.”
“I may have a few stitches,” I growl, “but I can assure you my cock, hands, and mouth work just fine.”
The uneasy look on her pretty face is quickly replaced with a beaming smile. “Okay. I’m ready,” she says, with way too much enthusiasm.
It makes me a little uneasy. I know my way around a woman’s body, but Lucia isn’t just anyone; she’s my wife, and this is her first time. And with this damn gash in my side, I’m not exactly on my game.
“Where do you want me?” she asks when I continue to just lie here and stare.
“The bed would be a good start.”
I find myself laughing again when she bolts around to her side of the bed, her perky tits jiggling as she goes.
She overwhelms me in the best kind of way. I’m in deep, and somewhere beneath the clusterfuck that was my life, she’s become exactly what I need.
If I had to come home alone after facing what I did earlier, I don’t know how I would’ve handled it. But instead of losing myself in that shitshow, I get to lose myself in her instead.
This woman makes my world a better place.
I’ve never felt anything like this for anyone, so I can only hope my actions tonight will be enough to show her what my words can’t.
As soon as she slides under the covers, I roll onto my side and grit my teeth through the pain as I drag her closer.
I wrap her in my arms and rest my forehead against hers. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Do you even need to ask that?”
I smile. “There’s no going back.”
“There’s no going back for me either way. I’m yours, Mr De Luca, body, heart, and soul.”
“You realise if we do this, I’m keeping you.”
“I know. That’s my favourite part.”
I love that she’s so candid, and maybe in time that will rub off on me, because I’ve been a closed book for as long as I can remember.
“I’m going to have to take it easy with my injury. I don’t want to bust a stitch, but since it’s your first time, it’s probably for the best.”
“I can ride you if it’s easier. Or we can do reverse cowgirl … doggy, I’m up for anything as long as you’re sure it won’t hurt you.”
I crack up, I can’t help it. “Reverse cowgirl … doggy, do I even want to know how you learnt about those positions?”
“My books,” she says proudly. “They’re very educational.”
“Hmm,” I murmur, still struggling to accept the fact that every one of those fuckers she reads about is a perfect, brooding hero who probably knows how to express his feelings without breaking into a cold sweat.
It’s hard not to feel like I’ve got competition from a bunch of fictional arseholes when they are so … “swoony”. Her words, not mine. I hope I can live up to the person she’s built me up to be in her mind.
“Enough talking,” I say, closing the last little gap between us and placing my lips on hers.
My flattened palm follows the curve of her spine until my hand is cupping that luscious arse of hers. I groan into her mouth when she lifts her leg, draping it over my hip and being mindful of my wound.
Her pussy grinds up against my aching cock, and as much as I’m dying to sink into her heat, I can’t go there yet. I need to make sure she’s ready for me first. She’s tiny, and I’m … not.
I kiss her until she’s breathless before tearing my lips from hers, so I can begin my journey south. My mouth salivates at the thought of finally being able to worship every inch of her delectable body before burying my head between her forbidden, virginal thighs.
My mouth moves along her jawline, down her neck and over her collarbone before I reach those perfect tits. Tits that I’ve been dying to grope, suck, and bite.
I palm the one closest to me as I suck her taut nipple into my mouth. I groan against her skin at the same time she arches her back and moans.
When my hand glides over her stomach before slipping between her thighs, Lucia rolls onto her back and spreads her legs wide, welcoming my touch.
A growl permeates the back of my throat when I feel how wet she is for me. “Fuck,” I murmur as my fingers run back and forth through her slick heat.
“Put your fingers inside me,” she begs in a breathy tone that drives me wild. I love that despite her inexperience, she’s not shy about asking for what she wants.
As soon as I swirl the tips of my fingers around her clit, she bucks her hips off the bed. “Oh, God, yes!” she whimpers.
One of my fingers moves down to circle her opening, and even though she’s ripe and ready, I’m still met with some resistance when I push the tip inside her.
She’s so fucking tight; I’m worried about her taking my dick.
Just the thought of sinking into her snug pussy has precum leaking from my cock.
I bury my finger right up to the knuckle, and when I draw back and add a second digit, I can already feel her pulsing.
“Kiss me, Romeo,” she pleads as I move my hand in a circular motion, trying to stretch her as much as I can.
My mouth moves back to hers as my fingers begin to pump inside her. Slowly at first, but when she starts to meet me thrust for thrust, I ramp it up.
The pad of my thumb moves back to her clit, because I need her to come before I do. My balls are drawn up tight, and my dick is throbbing, silently begging for his turn.
Lucia’s hand moves from my shoulder to my hair, and when she begins to tug on the strands as her body shudders, I know she’s close.
I crook my fingers as much as I can, which isn’t a lot, but it’s enough to send her spiralling over the edge. “I’m … I’m … Romeoooooo!”
“Fuck me,” I groan, burying my face in the crook of her neck.
Her walls contract against my fingers like a vice, and even after I remove my thumb from her clit, she continues to pulsate around my digits.
“I need to taste you,” I say, lifting my head and gazing down at her.
“Just give me a second,” she pants.
Her facial features have softened, her eyelids are hooded, and there’s a ghost of a smile curving her slightly parted lips. She’s never looked more beautiful than she does in this moment.
I lean in to kiss her sweet mouth because I can’t get enough of this woman.
After gently removing my fingers from her, I ease onto my back, hissing through gritted teeth as I do. The meds have dulled the searing pain in my side, leaving behind a steady, throbbing ache.
Lucia turns her head in my direction. “Are you okay?”
“Just a little sore.”
“Do you want me to sit on your face? That way, you only have to move your mouth.”
I chuckle because I swear this woman is something else. “Sure.”
It takes her another minute or so before her body is ready to move. I’ve never had a woman sit on my face before, but I’m keen to do this with her. Maybe that smut she reads isn’t so bad after all.
There’s a quiet confidence in her; she’s unapologetic and unafraid. She’s quietly comfortable in her own skin as she straddles my face without hesitation or shyness, like her body knows exactly where it belongs.
Her glistening, pretty, pink, untouched pussy is spread out, ready for me to feast on. There’s something about being her first … her only, that has me wanting to beat my chest like a caveman.
I’ve spent all these months running. Pushing her away like a damn fool, when every part of me should’ve been chasing after her. I told myself it was safer, easier to keep my distance.
That I was doing the right thing by keeping her at arm’s length, but the truth is, I was just scared. Scared of how much she saw in me, scared of how much I felt when I looked at her.
Now I see it clearly, she wasn’t the storm. She was the shelter. And I’ve been out in the cold this whole time, pretending I didn’t need what was right in front of me.
That all stops today.
Because I’m thankful that it’s me in this moment, because I know with all certainty, I couldn’t stomach the thought of it being anyone else but me.
Leaning in, an inch from my target, I give her a small taste of what’s to come when I blow hot air over her clit. She doesn’t disappoint with her reaction. Her back arches and her hands move behind her, bracing on my chest as she moans into the silence.
I use two fingers to part her, blowing against her for a second time. I love how responsive she is to my touch. The longer I delay this, the sweeter that initial contact will be for us both.
“I need more.”
“Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”
“Weren’t you listening? I said more.”
“I need your words, smart-arse.”
“Your mouth.”
“Where?”
Her little growl has my lips tugging up at the corners. “On me, stronzo.”
I place a soft kiss against her inner thigh. “Here?”
“No,” she snaps.
“Here?” I ask, moving to the opposite thigh.
She draws her hips back and stares down at me through narrowed eyes. “Are you being serious right now?”
“Deadly.”
“You know where I want your mouth.”
I arch an eyebrow. “On your pussy?”
“Yes!”
She has a greedy pussy, but I’m okay with that.
I grasp her hips, drawing her closer as I part my lips and lap her from her arsehole to her clit with my tongue, and she doesn’t disappoint.
“Yes!”
She starts to rattle off a string of words in Italian, but her voice falters halfway through, like the emotion catches up to her before the sentence can. I don’t understand every word, but I feel the weight of them nevertheless.
The urgency.
The honesty.
My grip on her hips tightens when she starts to buck against my face, and I can feel her juices collecting on my chin as she rubs herself against me.
I tug her forward and bury my tongue deep inside her, lapping her up like a man who’s been dying of thirst and finally found water.
“Don’t stop.”
“I have no plans of stopping,” I say, moving back to her clit.
When she comes for a second time, we’re both breathless, and I’m more than ready to finally fuck my wife and make her mine once and for all.
“Ti amo da impazzire, Romeo. (I love you to the point of madness).”
Right back at ya, sweetheart.