Chapter Eight
NICO
T his terrified me. The idea of really treating Emelia like she was a product I paid for, didn’t sit right for me when I planned it out briskly. The entire way here, my heart was rapidly thundering in my chest. Emelia is so fucking fragile to me. Someone I cherish and respect. The idea that I would treat her like I didn’t know her and thus act as if I were cheating on her in a parallel universe—made me weary.
But the second I saw that spark in her eye, the preconceived fears I had, decimated. Emelia is thriving under this treatment. There is a pink in her cheeks I haven’t seen so prominently in a while. The way her eyes light up each time I speak, that thrills me. The only arousing thing about this entire interaction? My wife’s pleasure. Her arousal. Her delight in being caught up in this alternate universe.
“Suction the dildo to the ground, straddle it, and ride,” I demand.
Emelia nods, agreeing obediently. Mesmerized, I watch her intently. Her hands are shaking as are her thick, full legs, both from her last orgasm and a touch of trepidation for what’s to come.
“Like this?” She gives me her best doe eyes and just like every single time she adds to the fucking bit, I almost break the no-contact rule. Room one is no contact. You can watch, you can self-please, but you cannot partake in one another. Rules like that shouldn’t apply to my wife and me but here we are.
“Yes.”
She has it lined up with her center and painfully slow, she begins to descend, lifting her round, plush stomach so I can watch it disappear. God, I fucking love her body. The thickness, the extra skin, the cellulite, and stretch marks, they all make up such a breathtaking masterpiece. The woman I will own forever and will own me forever.
“Slam down. All the fucking way,” I demand, and with a loud, tormented cry, she slams down.
“Oh fuck! God!”
Whoever said moans like a porn star aren’t real and they take away from the moment, never met my wife. Good thing they didn’t, or they would all have to be dead. The one man who had her before me took her firsts, but Emelia confessed that no one has ever had her like me. My wife wasn’t vocal until my touch ruined her. The louder she is, the more vocal—that shit is like symphonies in my ears.
“Vibrator, place it on your clit. Full speed.”
“I’ll—shit—I’ll come too fast if I do that, sir,” she cries out again, bottoming out.
“Do it and don’t you dare fucking come until I tell you to,” I say through gritted teeth. I stand, my cock now fully erect and ready again, I stop within inches of her face and start to pump my cock in tandem with her movements.
She turns on the rabbit and the loud vibrating still doesn’t out-sound her moans.
“Shit. Yes! Yes, oh fuck! I’m going to come!” she screams mere seconds after it hits her clit.
“Don’t you fucking dare, you come, and I will not let you come again. You wait.” She shakes her head now sloppily bouncing on the dildo, she is spiraling. But I want to make sure I come first.
“Don’t come. Good girl, keep fucking but don’t come.” I pick up speed, chasing the tingle growing in my balls and rising to the tip of my cock.
“Please. Please!” she cries and that sets me off, I start to come. Ropes of semen hitting her face, she smiles proudly sticking out her tongue to catch some of it, and my spine curls. I bend slightly, spilling it onto her. Seconds. She can have me in seconds.
“Good girl. Come. Come now!” I keep jerking, wanting every ounce of cum I have to ruin her perfect skin.
“Yes! Thank you!” She orgasms, her body shuddering and her juices squirting out of her. I laugh softly, and she joins me as we come down.
“What a mess you have made, Emelia.”
“Thank you, my love.” She ends the role play as do I. Reaching out, I take her hand and help her up.
“How are you?” I soften against her, bringing her curvy frame into mine. She molds against me.
“I am perfect, really. That was amazing. Are you all right, il mio re ?”
I nod, cupping her face. “Perfect. Let’s clean you up. Room two has a twist and it involves a very large shower, principessa .”
“I like the sound of that.” Taking her hand, I lead the way. We get down the hall and enter the bathroom. I turn on the shower and help her in. The heat hits her skin and she moans her appreciation.
I undress and watch her clean her face. “Nico?”
“My love?” I remove my last item of clothing and open the large glass shower door.
“Did you ever pay anyone?” Closing us into the all black and gold marble shower, I pull her in again, this time, I bend, cup her ass and massage the skin.
“No, Emelia. I never paid. This is all new for me too.”
She blushes, kissing my chest. Right above my heart.
“Good.”
“Turn for me.” I release her, and she turns the showerhead. The water hits against her chest and cascades down the valleys of her body. Turning around, I grab the shampoo and place some in my hand. Rubbing my palms together, I activate the buds and dig my fingers into her hair and against her scalp. I clean her, massaging the scalp and tending to her.
“That’s nice,” she moans.
“Yeah?” I smile, tugging her hair a bit so her head falls back a bit more. Her eyes are shut and she wears a satiated smile.
“Mmhmm.” I do this for a few minutes, the quiet is peaceful and comfortable. We will discuss this night when it is over, we still have so much more to come, so the quiet is needed. Instructing her, she rinses and I do the same thing with conditioner, then rub her down with body wash.
Once she is clean, I drop to my knees. “Welcome to room two. Touching and foreplay is allowed, baby.” Grabbing her hips, I guide her slightly to the wall so she can rest her back along the marble and let me take over.
“Oh,” she cries when my mouth closes around her pussy.
My home. My scent. My wife. Taking one hand I guide her leg up and place her thigh on my shoulder. Turning my head, I bite the skin of her inner thigh and she about loses her balance.
“Nico.” She giggles and it fills the bathroom and my heart can’t help but tighten. I love her laugh. I love her touches even more. Love the moments where we can be ourselves and enjoy the pleasure in a much more intimate way. There is lust with strangers, but there is unmatched euphoria with your soul mate.
“You taste good. I wanted a little bite.” I close in on her center again and lick from the bottom of her taint and up to the start of her slit.
“I love you,” she cries out.
“I know, I love you too,” I say against her clit. I suck the tight bud between my lips and massage it with my tongue. My eyes travel up and Emelia is watching me. Reaching one hand up, I grab a fist full of her stomach and knead her skin. I can not believe that she has been mine for a decade. All mine.
She has bore me heirs. Cured my wounds. And softened me to her and to fatherhood. All while allowing me to still be a ruthless man outside our home. Emelia provides balance and I thrive better in all parts of my life because of it.
“Grab my hair, pretty girl.” I bite her pussy lips and she screams out.
“Shit, yes, Nico.” She grabs a fist of my slightly longer hair and tugs it. The tingle starts at the root and like waterfall it trickles all the way to my fucking feet. Head to damn toe.
“You have such a delectable cunt. Is it mine?”
“Mhmm.” She moans. I pull away and look up.
“Emelia. Say it,” I demand.
“It’s yours, please. Eat me.” She takes that fist of hair and brings me back to her fast. I chuckle.
“Eager,” I grumble, spreading her open with my fingers and circling her swollen hole with my tongue.
“Deadly,” she retorts.
I alternate between her clit and her center, fucking my tongue and fingers in and out of her. I lap her juices that mingle with some of the water. Her taste is more potent, so much so the water can’t even tame it down.
“Nico!”
My tongue is as deep in her hole as it can be from this angle and she tightens around it. I take my free hand and I finish her. Slapping her thigh first, I pull back and before she can protest, I bring my hand down hard on her engorged clit.
“Ah! Oh!” she screams, gripping my hair and coming without my fingers, tongue, or cock.
“So sexy. Keep going, don’t hold back, principessa .” I encourage her to ride the wave. I watch in awe as I disappear almost, and she falls apart for me. What a cinematic masterpiece. Emelia Rene Valiente, reaching her pleasure. Her eyes finally flutter open and she looks down at me, and I haven’t moved.
“When will it ever be enough?” she whispers. Referring to us and the power we have over one another. The feverish lust that has yet to be satiated after all these years.
“Never. I will never get enough of you,” I remind her, and she slides down the shower wall until she is on her knees and her ass rests against her calves.
Even though we are both on our knees, I am still taller. I cup her face and run my thumb over her beautiful lips. She catches it and leaves an open-mouthed kiss against the calloused tip.
“Kiss me,” I tell her.
“Always.” Sitting up on her knees, she is now closer and I bend slightly to meet her and we share a soft kiss. One that holds more intimacy than wrestling tongues of lust.
“Thank you for letting us do this tonight.” She breaks the kiss, placing her forehead against mine. The water comes down on us, gliding down our cheeks and almost cocooning us in.
“You want to stop or want to go for more?”
“More. All of it. Give me everything you have, Nico.” She searches my eyes and I want to oblige that plea dancing behind her honey brown eyes.
“As you wish. Can your Capo fuck your face, Emelia?”
“Please. Yes,” she moans, those lustful eyes replacing the softness we broke into for a moment.
I smirk devilishly and stand. Now full height I tower over her, spreading my legs to lower me a bit more. My cock lines up perfectly with her mouth and I’m hard once again. I only need minutes sometimes with Emelia. I’ve never come more than once in a round with anyone but my wife.
“I am going to control it all. You hold on to my thighs and if it is too much, you tap me two times. I won’t stop unless you tap twice.”
She nods. “I understand.”
“Good, hands on my thighs and tap twice. Show me.”
Placing her soft hands against my thick, muscular thighs, she uses her four fingers to tap my outer thighs twice.
“Good girl. Open up.”
Doing as I ask, she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue, flattening it as she does. I cup the back of her head with one hand and line my cock up with her waiting mouth.
“All the way in.”
She hums approval and I do just that, with no mercy, I slide in and keep going.
“Relax.”
She starts to nearly gag, but I coach her. “All the way to the back, baby, let me all the way back and let me sit there for a minute.”
She gurgles and relaxes a little and I guide her head to help her take me all the way in and down her throat. I tilt my head, making sure I study her perfectly. This isn’t easy to do with my girth and length and we have only done this kind of oral one other time. This takes a lot from her, and when she sucks my cock, I am usually eager to come and we skip right to it. But I want to enjoy this and take my time.
“Shhh, so good. You’re doing so good. Focus on breathing through your nose.” She does, inhaling and exhaling slowly. “Good job, baby, very good. Fuhhh.”
I have to take a second to lay my head back. She’s so warm, tight, and takes my direction so well. Taking a second to really take it in, I know I have one more inch and I have to slowly bottom out or she will gag.
“Breathe in and get ready, one more inch and then you just have to let me sit there for a minute, principessa. Tap twice when you aren’t able to take me anymore.” Last time we did it, she kept me in her throat for ten seconds, my goal is double. Emelia cant speak or this will all be ruined. Focusing on her breathing, and looking up into my eyes for stability, I massage her head where my hand cups it.
“Ohh, there it is, baby. Goddamn. I am all the way in, I am so deep down in your throat.” I don’t move and neither does she. We both let me sit deep down there and I count in my head.
“You got this. So close. Just a little longer.” My balls tighten, I could come at the image of her. My girth makes it to where no air could even come between her lips and my cock. Her nostrils flare open and shut slowly and her eyes leak tears. We pass ten seconds…then fifteen…and twenty. Fuck I need to fuck her and come.
“There we go, my love.” I slide out of her slowly and drop from her mouth with a pop and she gasps for air violently.
“Twenty-five seconds, such a good wife.”
She blushes, slowly catching her breath.
“But now I need to come, you ready?”
“Do whatever to me, please. I loved that.” She smiles and I return it.
“I know you did, Emelia. You are a very good submissive to me. You deserve to be rewarded.” With that I grab the back of her head, and she knows exactly what to do, grabbing me at the root, she slides to the tip and places me in her mouth and from there, I take over. I thrust in and out of her mouth at a quickened pace. Emelia holds my thighs, and her gulping sounds mixed with the way she looks up at me like a fucking siren, has me close. I keep fucking her mouth, eager to spill down her throat.
“Not.”
Thrust.
“One.”
Thrust.
“Fucking drop.”
Thrust.
“Of my come will be wasted. Swallow it all.” I am relentless and I wait for her to tap out, but Emelia is not a quitter. She keeps choking on me, salivating against my cock and gurgling. There it is.
I grab her head and bottom out in her, spraying my hot come down her throat. And just like I told her, she doesn’t waste a single damn drop.
Tonight will replay in my mind for the rest of the time the good lord sees fit for me to have a memory. Emelia will ignite my wildest dreams and I pray that never fucking stops.