Chapter 35
Francesca
Home at last!
As soon as I stepped into our house, I tried to momentarily forget all the problems and shit-shows that had taken place in our lives during the last month or so.
I tried not to care or think about anything outside of our little bubble. My father’s funeral had already been enough of reality for now. All I wanted and needed to heal was the peace of knowing everything was going to be okay.
Matt had taken me back to our first apartment. The penthouse right in front of Central Park. The one he had bought for us and remodeled before we were even married. I was glad because at least the worst and most painful memory I had of us wasn't lived here. These walls were barren of that pain and bad memory.
They were clear and white and ready to receive our new start and new life. Together.
“I am finally bringing you home, Gattina ,” Matt said as the elevator doors began to open.
Slowly, he picked me up bridal style, taking me inside. I wrapped my arm around his neck, my wounded one resting against his strong chest as I buried my nose in the crook of his neck.
Damn, I missed Matt’s smell.
I missed the way his protective fingers dug into my skin when he held me.
I let my hand smooth out the fabric beneath them, the feeling of his robust muscles beneath making my legs clamp tighter as I imagined trailing hungry kisses down his toned body.
I felt my cheeks heat up while my pussy flooded with the need to feel the rest of him. That was my body’s reaction just by being this close to him.
I inhaled Matt’s scent again, against better judgment. The intense and mouth-watering craving to taste him sent delightful shivers down my spine. All I wanted to do was to breathe him in and revel in his touch until it consumed me whole.
I buried my gaze into his, Matt’s alluring gray eyes burning into me, reaching my soul and tearing my sense of self-preservation into shreds. Who even gave a fuck if I was hurt?
Not me!
Driving my fingers up the seam of his shirt, I traced each button, undoing one and pushing the fabric aside, the tip of my thumb barely grazing his warm skin underneath.
Matt slowly placed my feet back on the floor, our bodies still so close and yet so painfully apart. I undid another button, my eyes still shamelessly locked on his, silently telling him my deepest and darkest desires as I tucked my bottom lip between my teeth and my hand inside his shirt.
“Francesca, don’t.” A practically inaudible warning. His words said one thing, while his body told me the exact opposite.
His strong, big hand was resting just above my ass as his fingers slightly sunk into me, a reaction from his already wavering resolve to my seductive touch.
Matt had been living in my dreams and haunting my nightmares every day since we’d been apart, unknowingly building the momentum and feeding this raging fire. They were both one and the same. Realistic dreams of our lustful, intimate moments when we would get lost in each other, transformed into nightmares every time I woke up to find it wasn’t real.
So, I needed this.
I desperately needed this.
Intimacy.
Matt. My husband.
There was something so territorial, so primal and possessive about that phrase that just added to my growing desire.
I stood on my tiptoes until my lips were brushing against his. “I need you, Signor. ”
My voice was tentatively sweet, calling to that need of his to dominate me.
“ Cazzo. Don’t do this, Francesca. You are due for a punishment, and I can’t go there right now. Not while you’re hurt.”
“I’m hurting to not have you buried inside me.” Shameless, but who fucking cared? My pussy was throbbing with the need to be filled, so sue me for being blunt.
So painfully slow, I set my lips on his in a chaste kiss. I could feel him starting to give in, his tongue coming out to receive my hungry lips. At a pace that felt unnatural for the lust that brewed inside me and threatened to burst me into flames, Matt kissed me softly first. With each stroke of his tongue, our kiss became hungrier. Ravenous. Consuming.
Exactly what I needed.
Over a month of pent-up desire. Over a month of lies and betrayal for honorable reasons. Over a month of hate mixed with love spilling into a kiss that tasted like forever.
My chest heaved with the anxiety and expectation of the moment, the clothes on my back suddenly weighing a ton. I undid another button of Matt’s shirt, followed by another, and then another, pushing the now separate pieces aside and finally running my hands down his perfectly sculpted body. The touch of his skin under my fingers pulled a moan from my chest, and I was done with holding back. I let that sound escape, releasing it into his mouth. That was all it took.
Both of Matt’s hands were now fisting my hair, pulling me back just an inch, “God, Woman. Make that sound again.”
A playful smirk spread across my lips, and I knew I had him exactly where I wanted him – at my mercy.
“Make me,” I whispered, my lips brushing against his.
In response, Matt spun me around and pushed me against the wall, too gently for my liking. How he had the clarity to take some of this slow was beyond me. I was the one with the physical reminder of the bullet hole raining on my lustful parade, yet I was all green lights while Matt was the sharp brakes before a yellow.
“Do you want to rephrase that? Aren’t you forgetting your place, Gattina ?”
“No. I liked the consequences better when I was non-compliant.”
Suddenly, one of his hands was out of my hair and gripping my jaw before Matt’s lips came crashing down on mine again. So much less restrained than before. So much more… him.
He ravished my mouth with all the pent-up need and desire he had piling up inside him. His harsh kisses had me pooling between my legs, aching to have him find his way down there to eat me just as he was eating my mouth, my tongue, and each one of my moans.
I wanted nothing but to have Matt unleash the hell that was clearly raging inside him. Those strong hands of his were now traveling my body, squeezing me in all the right places, sending my mind into a haze that wouldn’t clear.
He went from my mouth to my neck, pulling down my shirt to give him better access. He accidentally grazed my shoulder with his other hand, and even though it didn’t hurt that much, I instinctively flinched and let out a small whimper.
Matt immediately released his hold on me, taking two pronounced steps back, which, in all honesty, hurt a lot more than my wound.
“Matt…” I exhaled in a plea.
“We have to stop, Francesca,” He said, running his hands through his hair. Remorse and despair clearly taking over him, his eyes meeting the floor as he spoke. “You need to rest.”
In under a second, he reigned in the beast I had finally unleashed, backtracking to a safe distance.
“I’m okay,” I said, taking a step closer, reaching out to him, only to have him take another step back, away from me.
He didn’t want to hurt me, I got it, but somehow it still stung. It had been so long since we’d been together that all I wanted to breathe was him. I needed him. His touch, his kisses, his undivided attention, and he was denying me. Rationality stayed at the gate in the land where he’d taken me to, and I wasn’t ready to leave wonderland just yet.
Matt turned away, leaving me alone against the wall, catching my breath and picking up the broken pieces of whatever had broken inside me. Decorum, maybe.
I was perfectly aware he wasn’t turning away because he didn’t want me, but I still felt alone and even more restless than I was before. The heart feels what it feels, and the mind has no way of meddling and reasoning its way through it.
Four days had passed since I’d left the hospital, totaling nine since the shooting, and Matt was still treating me like I was a broken doll. He had kept his distance since he caught up on my rising urge to feel his touch as soon as we stepped foot inside this house. I didn’t hide my desire, my need to have him close, even though I felt worse each time he rejected me. I was reaching my limit, and desperate times called for desperate measures.
I had had enough of this nonsense.
Matt
Francesca had been teasing me, pushing me, testing my limits ever since we came back home. I was holding on by a thread that was wearing thinner each time she provoked me.
I wanted nothing more than to ravish her. Taste every inch of her again. Bury myself deep inside her until we were both a heaving mess of pleasure.
She had taken me close to my limit several times, but I was afraid of hurting her, so I always ended up hitting the brakes with God knows what strength.
We had mainly kept to the house so I could be sure she had the rest she needed and didn’t overdo it and exert herself. Her recovery was my number one priority. But she clearly didn’t share the sentiment.
I pulled her to the couch so we could cuddle and watch a movie, and even after all the protesting, she obliged. We snuggled on the chaise lounge, Francesca tightly tucked under my arm, her head resting on my chest. I couldn’t help but occasionally take in the sweet scent of her hair as I placed small kisses on the top of her head. The calmness and silence were comforting and familiar. It didn’t last long, though. She started twisting and turning, slowly grinding against my side while her hand traveled around my chest before taking a turn to my crotch, cupping my dick in her hands. Her magic touch revving it to life with just a graze.
“ Gattina !” I let out a low warning. She was playing with fire again, and I couldn’t let it burn. “Come on! You know we can’t do this.”
“But we can.” She said, flashing me a mischievous grin before licking her lips and sliding her hand inside my pants. I was already hard, my cock reveling in her touch as she wrapped her fingers around it. Slowly, she pumped up and down while placing tempting kisses on my naked chest before she stretched to reach my mouth.
Her warm tongue outlined the edge of my lips before I captured her mouth into mine. She tasted like a sinful piece of heaven. Soft clouds and burning lava.
“Fuck, Francesca,” I hissed into her mouth as she continued her assault on my painfully hard cock.
Stroking it in steady motions, she squeezed it on the bottom before bringing her hand back up my shaft, grazing the tip. My breathing was rapid, the force of my kisses intensified by each new stroke. My mind was fogged by the desire I had for this woman, but I loved her more, and I couldn’t risk hurting her over my release. “Stop!” I finally managed to say, grabbing her hand and slowly taking it out of my pants.
Again, I saw the dejection in her eyes in response to my rejection. I knew how she felt. I felt it, too, but I needed to keep both of our feet on the ground and break this before it was too late.
She could tear her stitches or rupture her skin, and I couldn’t live with her pain on my conscience anymore. Emotional or physical, even though I was aware that denying her was hurting her just as much, and it was killing me to do it.
I was dying to take her, to give her all she was asking me to, have her screaming out my name at the top of her lungs. But she needed to get well first.
“Okay, fine. I’ll just have to do it myself,” She said as she stood up from the couch. I watched her as she sensually bent down, perking her fucking perfect round ass into the air as she slid her panties down her legs. “Hold this. They’ll just be getting in the way.” She tossed her black thong over her shoulder, making it land right on my crotch before she strutted out of the lounge.
Fuck!
“What are you doing, Francesca?” I growled, my chest burning with lust.
At a safe distance, Francesca stopped and threw the words over her shoulder, just like her little black thong. “Well, since you’re not helping, I’m not above taking matters into my own hands.”
She wiggled her fingers in front of her face for effect, taking her index deep into her mouth, sensually sucking before pulling it out ever so slowly, dripping wet, pushing her bottom lip down before coating it with her spit.
I was like a raging inferno, burning in low flames before that sight, and the promise behind it just had me fucking self-combusting. My rock-hard cock was twitching in my pants, compressed by its restraint and suppressed by my fucking control.
Francesca turned back, resuming her direction. My eyes were intently locked on her, watching her every move. She undid the bow on her wrap dress, opening it widely before she let it go. The fucking dress slid off her body and onto the floor, leaving her with nothing.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
“Get a fucking grip, Matteo,” I muttered to myself.
“One finger or two, Signor ?”
Jesus fucking Christ, this woman would be the death of me.
I watched her sway her ass from side to side and disappear into the bedroom, leaving me to fucking fill in the blanks of what was about to happen in that room.
Vivid images of Francesca writhing under her own touch flashing through my mind as my hand took the place of hers around my cock, my tight grasp and pull allowing me some momentary pleasure.
The agony was just too much to take. I jumped up from my place on the couch and strode over to the room, finding Francesca lying on the bed, completely naked, her feet flat on the mattress. A sight for my fucking sore eyes. She was a fallen angel, and I wanted nothing more than to worship her back to Heaven.
“I was about to start without you. I thought you weren’t coming.” She teased me as she started to reach between her thighs, her mouth falling slightly open, releasing a deep exhale once she reached her pussy.
“I just came to watch,” I said, trying to convince myself more than her.
Francesca’s fingers drove circles around her clit before reaching further down and dipping inside her slick pussy. I watched her from the door as she let a leg fall to the side, giving me a VIP seat to the fucking show.
She pulled out and circled her clit again while her eyes fell shut, feasting on the blissful sensations she was giving herself before plunging two fingers back inside her pussy. My chest rumbled with a hunger only she could end.
“Liar, liar, your pants are on fire,” She sang in a tentative goad, and fuck she was right. My pants were on fire from the need to replace those fingers with my hard cock. With my tongue. With my fingers. Anything, as long as I was touching, tasting, fucking devouring her.
Before I even realized, I was by the bed, kneeling by her feet, drawing her fingers from inside her, pulling them to my mouth, and savoring the candy sweetness of her.
“Fuck, Gattina . You taste so fucking good!” I hissed as I licked and sucked her fingers clean. After tasting her, there was no way I could fucking turn back now.
I pushed her legs further apart, exposing her completely to me. I was a predator, and she was my prey, ready and willing to be eaten.
“You will do as I say, Gattina , or I’ll stop. Capito ?” Understood?
Francesca just nodded, but I needed to hear it. She should know better by now.
“I asked you a question, Gattina . I can’t hear your nods, Francesca. Use your words.”
“Yes,” She said, holding back a smile. I could see her game clearly. She craved the punishment that I was holding back on.
“I am not spanking you, and I am not fucking you hard. I can stop right now if you don’t behave,” I warned her. It should be enough to have her falling into her place. “Do you want to try that again?”
“ Si, Signor .”
“That’s my good girl,” I finally said before trailing my way up from her thigh to her pussy with warm kisses. She moaned as soon as I reached her soaking wet lips, writhing under my touch. “You have to keep still so I don’t hurt you.” I hummed against her, my deep voice sending vibrations onto her clit, her hips bucking up in response.
“ Si, Signor ,” She managed to breathe out between the small pants that stole her words right from her brain.
I placed the tip of my tongue against the beginning of her entrance, sliding up and then down again before I thrust it inside this perfect pussy of hers.
Francesca arched her back from the surprise intrusion. I had been high and dry for over a month. Restraint surely wasn’t something I had right now, and still, I had to force myself to keep it. I plunged my tongue inside her before covering her pussy with my mouth, sucking on her sensitive nub.
She tried her best to stay still, but the intensity of my tongue against her was more than she could take. Francesca’s moans and pants bounced off the damn walls and landed like a bomb on my thin resolve. The sound of her increasing pleasure was like the fuel that powered my already high drive. So I sucked harder.
“Oh Jesus,” She moaned again, her voice strained by rapture.
“I haven’t given you permission to come yet, Gattina ,” I grunted before pulling away from her and standing to my feet.
The frown on her face was too telling of the edge I’d left her on, and I couldn’t help but smirk at her disheveled hair and pouty lips.
“Up,” I ordered, helping her sit on the edge of the bed before pulling my pants down and stepping out of them. I crashed my lips onto hers, having her taste herself on my tongue. “Did you taste that? That’s the best fucking flavor on earth,” I confessed before pulling her back and standing straight. I held the tip of her hair before twisting it around my hand until I had it in a tight knot around my fist, my hard erection right in front of her face.
She was displeased from not being allowed to come, but I couldn’t put her through the exertion of all the damn orgasms I wanted to give her. So my concession was one orgasm, and we’d take it from there.
“Lose the scowl, Gattina. You have a cock to suck before I let you come. Now, open that pretty mouth of yours and show me what you’ve got.”
Francesca looked up at me, her lustful eyes meeting mine, asking for permission. I only had to nod.
In no time, she had my aching cock deep down her throat, moaning in pleasure each time she took it in.
“Fuck, Francesca. I missed this dirty mouth of yours,” I groaned, sucking in a breath, almost unable to vocalize my thoughts coherently.
My grasp on her hair was helping her movements while my waist buckled in the opposite direction. She was bobbing faster, deeper, and I was still holding back, because she was hurt, because she was pregnant. I yanked on her hair with as much restraint as I could, making my cock pop out of her mouth, leaving her panting for more again.
“ Calmati, piccola !” I warned, watching as she licked her lips, her eyes glazed over in a hunger that suited her as well as her Mafia Queen crown.
I had done all the talking until now, but I wanted her to tell me what she wanted, how she wanted it, and how badly she craved it. It was a dangerous game because I knew exactly what she craved. She wanted me to unleash that primal need I’d been burying, but I couldn’t. Now wasn’t the time.
I pushed her onto the bed, her back laying flat as I hovered over her, sustaining my weight with my arms that caged her in.
“Tell me what you want, Francesca. I want to hear you tell me exactly what you want.” I whispered into her ear as I kissed her neck. “Keep it tame, and I might just give you exactly what you ask of me.”
She tried to steady her rapid breathing before being able to reply. “I want you, Matteo.”
“You want me to do what, Gattina ?” I asked again, taunting her, my hand traveling down her body, past her breasts, over her stomach, and reaching her mound.
“I want you inside me,” She managed to answer.
“How, Gattina ? I need details,” I continued, kissing down her collarbone, reaching her perfectly round nipples, and sucking one into my mouth. Her breathing picked up even more before I took her perky, erect bud between my teeth, grazing and biting just enough to draw the right amount of pleasurable pain.
Jesus fuck, the moan that escaped her mouth was like a song that whispered directly onto my cock. “See? That’s exactly the sound I want to hear, Baby. Do it again.”
My fingers passed her mound and circled her clit before entering her warm, dripping sex. “Is this how you want me inside of you?”
Francesca was squirming beneath me, her chest heaving rapidly to the rhythm of her again rising urge.
“No,” she exhaled. “I want your cock inside me. Deep inside me,” She demanded.
I took my rightful place between her thighs, spreading her legs apart, the tip of my erection grazing her pulsating pussy while Francesca tried to buck her hips to pull me inside her.
“Shh. Calma, Gattina. Tutto a suo tempo !” All in its right time . I sang into her ear. She was getting restless with my teasing and taunting, just as I wanted. “Patience is a virtue, my love.”
“If I was worried about my virtue, I wouldn’t be dreaming of coming all over your cock every damn night since I left,” She blurted out in a moment of clarity that took me by surprise, but fuck did that confession drive the last nail into my dying restraint. “Just fuck me already.”
“With pleasure, Baby.” With that, I plunged my hard cock deep inside her, balls deep, stopping to let her adjust and stretch around me. I ground my hips against her, grazing her clit with my front, relishing the way her mouth fell open in utter bliss.
“I need more. Harder,” She demanded when I didn’t move.
“No!” I said. I could feel her pulsating around me. Her grip on me tightening further with each contraction, pulling me deeper into her.
“Harder!” She pleaded.
“Slowly, Francesca! I don’t want to hurt you. I warned you I would stop.”
“Matt, please just fuck me now, or I will come without you even moving.” Her tone was serious. She had completely lost her grip on her edge. So close to falling that all I had to do was pull out once and drive back in, and she was coming undone.
“Fuck, Francesca!” I groaned, riding her harder as she started to welcome her release too soon into my plans. Her head fell further back into the mattress, her mouth falling open, but without emitting a single sound, building her pressure until the ultimate plunge broke the chain that held her from crumbling.
“OHHH, FUCK, MATT!” She screamed from the heights of her ecstasy, her body shaking from the powerful waves of pleasure driving through every piece of her.
I just watched and appreciated as she rode off her climax beneath me, her beautiful face covered in lust. I kissed her back to reality, burying my cock deep inside her and staying there.
“Fuck, I missed you,” she smiled.
“I missed you, too,” I replied. Nothing but honesty and love behind my voice, kissing her tenderly again, the same words pouring into that kiss.
Francesca parted from our kiss, pulling my head further down to whisper into my ear, “Your turn.”
My lips twisted into a smirk at her words, but Francesca wasn’t done yet.
“Back off. I want you in my mouth again.”
“Yes, Donna Battaglia.”
Following her instructions, I stepped off the bed and helped her sit back on the edge, just as before. Without waiting, Francesca latched onto my cock as if her life depended on it. Each time she took me into her mouth, she pushed harder, the crown of my dick hitting the back of her throat.
Francesca gagged, and I pulled back, but the glint in her eye told me she needed this just as much as I did, so I let her do what she wanted.
Swallowing me in again, she pushed her limits and took more of me each time. She moaned around my cock and looked up at me, and I was close to gone right there and then.
“You look so goddamn beautiful with that mouth full of my cock,” I praised her, pulling on her hair and watching as she greedily sucked me deeper and deeper into her throat, humming around me in pure delight. “I want to fill that mouth with my hot cum. Can I, Baby? Can I come in this dirty mouth of yours?”
“No,” She said around a mouthful of dick. “I want you to come on my face.”
With her words, two swirls of her tongue, and a couple of expert pumps, my balls had drawn up, ready to fucking explode.
Francesca pulled away, picking my hand up and wrapping my fingers around my shaft.
“Do it. Come for me, Don Battaglia.”
Holding her head back by a fierce grip on her hair, I fucked my hand and came all over her beautiful face.
“Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. MINEEEEEE.” I groaned with each pump as my cum landed on her perfect skin.
“Now,” She started, wiping a string of my spunk off her face with her finger before dipping it into her mouth, “That’s the most amazing flavor on earth.”