Chapter 17 #2
“No. God, no. Keep going.”
I worked my finger deeper, marveling at the feeling. He was breathing hard now, his back arching slightly as I found a rhythm. When I crooked my finger, searching, he let out a strangled moan that went straight to my cock.
“There,” he panted. “Right there, fuck—”
I added more lube, then carefully worked a second finger in alongside the first. He was panting now, his hips pushing back against my hand, and I was mesmerized by the sight of him taking my fingers, opening up for me.
“More,” he demanded. “I can take more.”
I added a third finger, stretching him carefully, watching his face for any sign of pain. But all I saw was pleasure, his mouth falling open on a moan as I worked him open.
“Nick, please.” His voice was wrecked. “I’m ready. I need you inside me.”
I withdrew my fingers, slicking up my cock with trembling hands. This was really happening. I was about to fuck Dante Valenti, my husband, and the thought made me dizzy with want.
I positioned myself behind him, the head of my cock pressing against his entrance. He reached back, his hand finding my hip, pulling me closer.
“Go ahead,” he breathed. “I want it.”
I pushed forward slowly, feeling him resist at first, then gradually open up. The head of my cock slipped inside, and we both groaned at the sensation. He was so tight, so hot, and every instinct was screaming at me to just thrust forward, to bury myself completely.
But I held back, giving him time to adjust. His breathing was harsh, his body tense, and I rubbed soothing circles on his hip with my thumb.
“You okay?” My voice came out strangled.
“Yeah. Just... give me a second.” He breathed out slowly, deliberately relaxing. “Okay. More.”
I pushed forward another inch, then another, until finally I was fully seated inside him. The feeling was indescribable—better than anything I’d ever experienced. I was buried to the hilt in Dante, connected to him in the most intimate way possible, and it felt right in a way that terrified me.
“Move,” he gasped. “Please, Nick, I need you to move.”
I pulled back slowly, then pushed forward again, setting a careful rhythm. His hand gripped my hip harder, guiding me, and I could feel him pushing back to meet each thrust.
“Harder,” he demanded. “I’m not going to break.”
I tightened my grip on his hip and increased my pace, thrusting deeper. The sounds he was making were obscene, desperate little gasps and moans that made me lose my mind. I’d never felt anything like this, never wanted anyone the way I wanted him.
“God, you feel amazing,” I groaned, my hips snapping forward. “So fucking good.”
“Touch me,” he begged. “Please, I need—”
I reached around, wrapping my hand around his cock. He was rock hard, leaking, and the moment I touched him he cried out. I stroked him in time with my thrusts, feeling him clench around me with each movement.
“I’m close,” he gasped. “Fuck, Nick, I’m—”
“Cum for me,” I growled, surprising myself with the command.
I felt him shudder around me, his whole body going rigid as he came with a broken cry of my name.
The feeling of him pulsing in my hand and his ass clenching tight around my cock, pushed me over the edge.
I buried myself as deep as I could go and let go, pleasure crashing through me in waves so intense I lost all track of time and space.
I came harder than I ever had in my life, spilling inside him while his name fell from my lips like a prayer. My vision went white at the edges, my whole body shaking with the force of it.
When I finally came back to myself, I was collapsed against his back, both of us breathing hard. I was still inside him, and I could feel the aftershocks running through both our bodies.
“Fuck,” I breathed against his shoulder.
“Not bad for your first time,” he said, his voice wrecked with bliss. “Not bad at all.”
I started to pull out, wincing at the sensitivity. But Dante reached back and grabbed my hips, holding me in place.
“Not yet,” he whispered. “Just… Just stay here for a bit. I like the feeling.” He winced again as I slid back in, his breathing shallow.
“Your ribs,” I said, suddenly worried. “Did I hurt you?”
“Worth it,” he said as he laced his fingers through mine, holding me tight against him. “So fucking worth it.”
I settled against his back, careful of his injuries, my forehead resting against his shoulder. His tightened its grip on mine, holding me close, and I felt something shift inside me. Something fundamental and terrifying.
I’d just fucked another man. More than that, I’d fucked my husband. And instead of feeling confused or ashamed, I felt… content. Like this was exactly where I was supposed to be.
“Nick?” Dante’s voice was quiet in the darkness.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you. For trusting me enough to do that.”
I lifted my head to look at him, seeing vulnerability written all over his face. This powerful mobster who’d bought me, who’d thrown himself in front of danger for me, who’d been saving lives behind his father’s back—he was thanking me.
“I think I’m the one who should be thanking you,” I said. “For being patient with me. For showing me that this could be...good.”
“Good?” He raised an eyebrow, a cocky grin starting to form. “Just good?”
I rolled my eyes, but I was smiling. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
“Too late.” He pulled me in tighter, pressing a kiss to the back of my hand. “Way too late.”