Chapter 20 Silvo #2
I tease my cockhead inside her, feeling her greedy muscles clench around me, begging me to fill her. But I pause, grinding my hips in tiny circles. She’s so responsive, so damned perfect, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to bury myself deep inside her right then and there.
“Silvo, please...” she pants, her body quaking as she struggles against the restraints. “I need you. Please, just fuck me already!”
Hearing my wife beg for me, I know I won’t be able to hold back much longer. I want to feel her heat enveloping me, taking all of me willingly.
I tease her with shallow thrusts, but it’s too much for both of us. With a growl of possessive hunger, I slam into her, claiming every inch of her in one stroke.
Carmela’s cry of pleasure is muffled by the pillow as her inner walls squeeze my cock in the most incredible way. Her release squirts from her cunt, drenching my cock and the sheets.
I grasp her hips, my fingers anchor into her soft flesh as I begin to move. Each thrust is a claim, a reminder that she’s mine. Her body moves as best it can in the restraints, taking every stroke eagerly.
I bite back a groan as her inner muscles flutter around me, her second orgasm washing over her. Her body clenches and releases, again and again, milking my cock, threatening to push me over the edge. I’ve never felt anything like this, and I know I won’t last much longer.
The desire to see her face is overwhelming. I want to watch the expressions cross her features as I take her, so I pull out.
I grasp the ropes binding her wrists behind her back and yank her up. Her eyes spark with surprise at the abrupt motion, but it only serves to fuel the fire burning between us. I reposition her, laying her down on her back.
The ropes bite into her skin, crisscrossing her breasts and marking her thighs, and her legs are spread wide, leaving her exposed and open to me.
I take a moment to admire her, my wife, laid out like a feast. The flush on her chest, the heaving of her breasts, and the hunger in her eyes—it’s all for me.
In one swift motion, I slide into her.
With each thrust, I feel the connection between us grow stronger, the tension and desire building like a storm. I can’t get enough of the way she feels. Never get enough.
Leaning down, I capture her lips in a hungry kiss, our tongues tangling as passionately as our bodies. I want to consume her, and I know she wants the same. The kiss is fierce and demanding, a reflection of the raw need that’s taken hold of us both.
“You like that, don’t you?” I growl against her lips, my hips snapping forward. “You like being tied up and fucked by your husband.”
Carmela whimpers into the kiss, her body arching to meet my thrusts. “Yes… yes, I do,” she admits.
Pulling back, I look down at where our bodies are joined, watching as I slide in and out of her. “You’re so fucking tight, Carmela. Your cunt grips me so perfectly. It’s like you were made for me, designed to take my cock.”
Her cheeks flush at my words, but her eyes smolder with desire. “I’m yours, Silvo. Only yours.”
I thrust into her harder. “That’s right, you’re mine. And I plan to mark every inch of this beautiful body as mine.”
My lips brush her ear as I whisper, “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name, until you’re screaming mine.”
“Yes... Silvo… oh, God, yes...”
My hands grasp her bound wrists, holding them above her head as I pound into her. “That’s it, wife, take it. Take all of me.”
Carmela bucks her hips against mine, meeting my hunger with her own. “Fuck... Silvo... I’m… so close...”
“Come for me, Carmela. Let me feel you fall apart around me.”
Her inner walls clench tighter as her third orgasm rips through her. I continue my relentless assault, driving her through one climax and toward another.
I can feel my own release coiling in my balls, building with each stroke. “That’s it, wife, let it wash over you. Come for your husband.”
Her moans fill the room, her body trembling as she rides out the pleasure. “Carmela...” I groan, my voice rough as I reach my own peak. “Fuck!”
With a few more powerful thrusts, I spill myself into her, claiming her once more as mine.
I collapse against her, my body shaking with the force of my release.
For a long moment, I simply hold her bound body, enjoying the way she fits so perfectly against mine.
Slowly, I roll off her and then reach out to undo the ropes binding her body, rubbing the marks left behind soothingly.
Carmela stretches languidly, a satisfied smile on her face. “That was...” she starts.
“Incredible,” I finish for her, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “You’re incredible.”
She hums contentedly, snuggling into my arms. I pull her close, relishing the feel of her soft skin against mine.
In this moment, everything else fades away—the responsibilities, the expectations, the weight of my role as head of the family.
Right now, it’s just us, Silvo and Carmela, husband and wife, lost in the aftermath of our passion.
I know there will be challenges ahead, obstacles we’ll have to face. But as I hold Carmela in my arms, I feel a sense of certainty settle over me. Whatever comes our way, we’ll handle it. Together.