25. Liana
TWENTY-FIVE
LIANA
I tossed and turned for hours, my eyes drawn to the man sleeping on the couch. His breathing was steady and comforting, and I wondered what it was about him that kept drawing me in.
Whatever it was, pure, unadulterated need overpowered me, demanding I do something about it.
My pride warned nobody—no man or woman—could ever love me after all that I’d done. Experience proved it was risky to trust, and the memory of my baby being ripped from me was the ultimate proof. Besides, it was all pointless—I didn’t believe in hope or love or happiness.
But it was my heart that whispered for me to try.
Slipping out of the bed, my feet silent on the floor, I tiptoed over to the couch and stood next to his sleeping body. The blanket fell to his waist, exposing his naked abs. Arm thrown over his eyes, face restful and lips parted. He was temptation personified.
I inhaled his scent deeply into my lungs and for a moment, I simply watched him, the need inside me foreign.
Unable to resist anymore, I leaned down, feeling his soft breaths on my face. I pressed my lips to his for a second before I pulled back. I found his eyes on me, alert and intense, heavy with a feeling that matched this turmoil inside me.
He didn’t say anything, just waited, the silence between us unbearable as he waited for me to say it. To decide. To make a move.
“Make me yours.”
He was up from the couch in one swift move, scooping me into his arms and lowering me on the bed. An amber glow came from the moonlight, spilling through the glass doors of the cabin.
I tilted my head, my eyes searching his.
“Are you sure?” he murmured.
Drunk on the emotions from the last few weeks, I nodded. I knew he could see my hunger and need for him in my face, just as I could see it in his.
I looked into his eyes, those emerald eyes of dark forests that had the power to captivate me and bring out the deepest desires of my heart.
“I am.”
He took hold of my jaw, pulling me against him while he stood, his knees pressed against the bed. I waited, unsure of the next step. Or maybe I needed his assurance that he wanted this as much as I did.
For a heartbeat, or ten, we just breathed each other in, before he leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine in the lightest of kisses, so light that it felt surreal.
“If we do this,” he rasped against my mouth, “I will be your last everything and you will be mine. We go through life together, never letting go. Do you understand?”
“I do.”
And then his lips crushed to mine, devouring me. He tasted like salvation. Temptation. Uniquely him.
My hands came to his shoulders, clinging to them. His hands were on my hips, gripping me like he was scared to let me go. Truthfully, so was I.
He pulled back, breathing heavily, and settled back over me. I wrapped my legs around him, grinding against the rock-hard bulge in his sweatpants as he kissed me again.
I swirled my tongue against his hesitantly, conscious of my movements being unpracticed. He shuddered, a deep groan vibrating against my chest, and I pulled back to look at him.
“Is that okay?”
He stared at me with a slightly unhinged look before he growled a demand: “Kiss me again.”
My heart thundered, sending little shockwaves through my entire body, and my nipples stiffened to achy points, straining against the fabric of my tank top.
I slid my hand into his hair and tugged him in closer. I ran my tongue over his lips and deepened the kiss, sucking on his tongue in a way that had my pussy throbbing.
My body writhed with sensations, a blaze of fire spreading inside me. For a long time, we kissed, testing, exploring, and owning each other.
He shuddered each time our tongues glided together, and it sent a jolt straight between my legs. I felt powerful, owning every one of his visceral reactions, but he owned all of mine too.
“Still okay?” he asked against my mouth.
I struggled to form words. “Y-yes.”
“Good girl.” Something within me melted under the praise and my pussy clenched. “You need to tell me if it gets to be too much, if I need to stop, because I’m not making mistakes with you. It might seem like I’m in charge, but you’re the one pulling all the strings. Understood?”
My skin ignited into flames at his words. There was nothing hotter than a man who let a woman hold all the power. I’d never experienced it before, but I knew I’d want more of it.
“Yes.”
“I’ll take you and push your limits, but I won’t hurt you. Fucking ever. I only want to see your pleasure, never your pain.”
I wanted exactly what he was describing, and instinct told me he would stay true to his word.
I gulped, my chest trembling. “Okay.”
At my acceptance, he ripped my top down the middle, the sound loud in the room, escalating my heartbeats.
Once he discarded the fabric on the floor, he took my wrists into his and raised my hands above my head.
“Grab the rails,” he instructed.
“You’re not going to tie me up, right?” My heart hammered at the idea of bondage. “I don’t have great experiences with it, as I’m sure you remember.”
“I’m not tying you up. I’ll never do that again; I see now that I never should have. If I haven’t made myself clear, I’m so sorry, Lia.” His words assured me, and while I was grateful he was finally owning up to his mistake, I hoped it wouldn’t dampen the mood. “But you’ll hold on to the rails as if you were.”
Looking at him, I bit my lower lip, glad to feel my arousal was still there, slick and musky as I rubbed my thighs together.
Then he pulled my shorts down, discarding them while I lay naked on the bed.
“Spread your legs.” I didn’t even hesitate. “Such a good, needy wife. You want my cock, don’t you?”
Holy shit, Giovanni and his dirty mouth were already doing things to me I didn’t think possible. He traced his finger over my breasts, down my stomach, and over the scar, pausing there. He shocked me when he bent his head and traced it with his mouth.
When he raised his intense eyes to mine, his finger continued his path to my core.
“Do you want my cock?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes please, Giovanni.”
His finger entered me, and I clenched around him.
It had been too long since I’d orgasmed, and my body was greedy for it. I whimpered as he added a second finger, my hands clutching the bedrail, unwilling to let go. He moved his fingers inside me expertly, scissoring to stretch me while his thumb circled my clit, sending wetness gushing out of me.
“This pussy is mine, isn’t it?” he asked, cupping me firmly. His voice was kissed by seduction, drawing me deep into the haze of arousal.
I exhaled a shaky breath. “Y-yes.”
“What are you feeling right now?”
“So turned on… aching… for you,” I whimpered. I could feel the heat cresting, rising, hurtling me toward a climax. “Oh my gosh… I’m so close.” His hand stopped and I cried out my frustration. “Why did you stop?”
“You’ll wait like a good wife.” He’d climbed onto the bed to get between my legs, spreading them wide open. “And come with my cock inside you.”
The tip of his cock pressed against my pussy lips, and I shuddered with the feeling of it. I writhed my hips, my walls clenching greedily for more of him. But he stayed still. I rotated my hips, trying to get him to slip inside me.
“Please, Giovanni…. Please, fuck me.”
He grabbed his thick cock, wrapping his fingers around it, and slid it from my clit down my swollen entrance. My entire body was throbbing with need.
“You’re needy for me, wife.”
His low words filled the space between us.
“I am,” I breathed. The tip of his cock pushed inside me barely an inch. “Please take me. Claim me. Own me.”
And then he thrust, filling me to the hilt. I began to shake, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. A sensation unlike any other exploded through me, his cock rippling my walls as he slid in and out of me.
The climax hit me, my walls clenching around his thick length. His thumb came to my clit, circling it and shooting my arousal higher and higher.
As I was gasping, stunned at all the foreign sensations, he eased in and out of my swollen, throbbing pussy. I looked at him in shock, Giovanni’s eyes locked on the place where we were joined as he moved in and out of me.
My hands gripping the bed rails above my head, impaled by him, I felt truly owned for the first time in my life, and I loved the feeling of it. I loved the surrender, letting him claim all of me.
He moved, grunting and growling, as he thrust into me.
“Yes,” I mewled, moving underneath him. “Yes, yes, yes.”
He pulled out so slowly I felt every inch of his hard length. My back arched up and he thrust back in. A fire started in the pit of my stomach, spreading out through my veins into my muscles, and my entire body lit up like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
I cried out as I came, my muscles spasming and my heart thundering.
I flew higher and higher, until I thought I’d never come back again. But I did, to him thrusting inside me, rubbing my clit.
“Give me one more,” he demanded, plowing into me over and over again.
“Oh, God… I don’t know…” My body shuddered, oversensitive, while he continued to thrust so deeply that I thought he might touch my soul.
“One more,” I heard him say through the haze of pleasure. “Give your husband one more. Yes?”
I thought I’d die if I came again, but I wanted to give him the same thing he gave me. So I surrendered, letting him take my body to where it had never been before.
“I need your words, Lia,” he grunted.
“Please,” I murmured. “Give me one more.”
I watched him in wonder as he moved inside me, pushing me into another orgasm.
He held me while I flew high, our arousal and emotions mixing together, only for him to catch me when I fell.
And only then did he find his own release, spilling deep inside me, his face buried in my neck, whispering sweet nothings I never knew existed.