Chapter Four #3
My cock is hard as stone and aching when her legs drop from my shoulders, and I finally emerge from underneath her dress, blood roaring in my head.
I can barely think beyond the need to fuck my wife.
I allow myself a second to take in her flushed face and those dazed eyes before slamming my mouth on hers, kissing her greedily and feeding her the sweet taste of her pleasure clinging to my tongue.
My hand weaves into her hair, holding her in place as I lick into her mouth, rolling my hips against her stomach in an attempt to ease the ache in my pants. But it stays. "I need you," I growl, my fist tightening around her hair. “Need to be inside of you now, Sofia.”
“Do it,” she whispers, running her hand up my chest before locking it around my neck, arching into me.
I trail my free hand down her back, hoping for some kind of zipper to free the dress, but instead, I feel a million tiny buttons I can barely grasp.
I reach for the first, but it simply slips from my fingers, heightening my frustration.
“Fuck, tell me now if you need to save this dress before I rip it off.”
“Don’t care,” she whimpers, her breathing sawing in and out of her as she rises on her tiptoes to chase my lips. “My mother picked it out for me. I don’t care what happens to it.”
"Good," I spin her around so she's facing the wall, then grip the top of the dress before yanking hard.
A few dozen small buttons fly off, and the bodice slides down, bunching at her waist. The need to see her naked has me ripping it down the rest of the way until it's pooling at her feet, leaving her naked.
I spin her back around and take her lips in another searing kiss as I lift her into my arms. She wraps her arms around my neck, kissing me back with just as much fervor as I carry her to bed.
Red and white rose petals cover the duvet and flutter when I lower her onto the bed. I push back and slowly strip out of my jacket, watching her as I do so. Her lips part in a breath when I unbutton my shirt, and there is no missing the pleasure that crosses her face.
“Like what you see?” I tease. She blushes but doesn’t pull her gaze away as I strip out of the rest of my clothes.
Her eyes widen when my cock bobs, hard and angry. I read the nerves in her eyes and she backs up when I climb into the bed with her. “Matteo,” she whispers, her eyes ricocheting from my cock to my face. "Your… that's… it won't fit."
I smile, grabbing her ankle and yanking her under me, “Scared?”
And there's that stubborn look on her face again as she juts her chin. "I'm not scared," she says but swallows when her eyes drop back to my cock. “I… I’ve seen a... a…”
“Dick?”
She flushes so prettily, I could kiss her.
So I do. I kiss her deeply until she begins to relax under me, enough that she starts running her hands over my chest, moaning as she traces my muscles in feather-light touches.
Her fingers light yet another fire in me that begs for me to ram my cock into her tightness, but I hold back.
Patience.
I’m not known for having patience in the field, but here, with the most beautiful woman known to mankind, I cling to it. I kiss her as I nudge my cock against her tight entrance, fighting to hold back.
“This is going to hurt, baby,” I rasp, breaking the kiss to meet her eyes. “But I’ll make it all better. I promise you.”
The meaning of my words registers, and her eyes widen in surprise. “You know? About the… me?”
“Yes.”
"And you… don't mind?"
“Mind?” I laugh but without mirth, taking her hand and bringing it between us so she can touch my cock.
“Does that feel like someone who minds? I ache for you, Sofia.” Her eyes light up with surprise as if it's so far-fetched for a man to want her with such desperation, but I do. “I need to know that you want this too, baby. I can wait if you’re not ready.”
“You would stop?”
“I know it’s our wedding night, but you don’t owe me this. I’ll respect your decision on the matter."
Her eyes gather with tears that she quickly blinks away. “No, I’m ready,” she says softly, sliding her fingers up my neck and to my nape, threading through my hair as those eyes lock onto mine. “I want this… with you.”
“Are you sure?”
She nods, pulling my lips back to hers. I keep my mouth pressed to hers as I grab my cock and rub the head of the shaft over her sex, gathering her arousal onto the tip before pressing it to her entrance. I make no further move, giving her time to relax against me.
She moans into the kiss and slowly starts arching against me, rubbing her nipples against my chest and driving me insane with the movement. “Matteo,” she whimpers, scaling her hands up and down my arms, rolling her hips against my cock. “Please.”
She makes the move, pushing against my cock, and I groan when that sends the tip inching into her.
“Fuck,” I growl as her hips arch against me.
I take charge, grabbing the base of my cock and pressing slowly into her.
It takes everything in me not to slam home and bury my thickness in her tight pussy.
She doesn’t make it easy for my control as she writhes helplessly under me, whimpering against my mouth as she rolls her hips against mine.
“Fuck baby, I’m trying not to hurt you.”
“I know,” she whispers, turning her mouth to kiss my jaw and chin like I’m the one who needs to be fucking soothed. “Don’t hold back. I’m not scared. I want this. I want you.”
Fuck!
“Hold on to me, baby. It’ll only hurt for a moment, but I’ll take care of you.”
“I know,” she says and when she pushes back to meet my eyes, I am floored by the trust I read in those pretty green eyes. There are no words that need to be exchanged between us, not when everything is clearly written on her face.
I grab her thigh and lift it to my waist. With my eyes locked on hers, I slam forward, tearing through the tight wall of her innocence. Her eyes widen in surprise, and her mouth opens with a cry as I bury myself in her tightness.
Knowing that she was untouched and experiencing it are two different things. I’m not prepared for the range of emotions that settle in my chest. More emotions than I have ever felt for any other person before.
“You’re so tight,” I growl, locking my muscles before I can start fucking into her. “Are you okay, baby?”
She nods, but I spot the tears in her eyes. "Hurts," she whimpers, but she’s smiling at me. “I… you’re so big. I feel you… everywhere.” She lifts her hips a little, moaning at the movement. “Oh God, it feels good.”
I study her face as I roll my hips to test the connection, and I see the mix of discomfort and pleasure cross her face.
I keep my eyes on hers as I pull back before gently sliding back into her, groaning when her pussy clamps hard around me.
Her gasp rings through the room, and I feel a shudder pass through her.
“Christ, baby. You’re so beautiful. So perfect!
You feel so good.” I keep my eyes on her as I rock shallowly into her, drinking up every emotion that crosses her expression.
I watch her until I’m sure she’s ready for me.
Then, I pull back and slam into her. She cries out, back arching off the bed and those dazed eyes fluttering closed.
“No, look at me.”
Her eyes snap open and lock on mine as I start pounding into her, groaning as her pussy contracts and releases around my throbbing shaft. “I want you to see the man claiming your tight little pussy. Claiming you!”
“Oh God.”
“You’re mine,” I grind, driving my cock so hard into her that the petals on the bed start flying around us. “Every inch of this gorgeous body belongs to me!”
“Yours,” she sobs, nails dragging down my back, bruising my skin in their move to mark and claim me in return. I don’t take my eyes off her as I fuck her, not even when the thrusts turn feral and white spots threaten to blind me.
Her cries ring into the room, her hips lifting to meet mine.
Her gorgeous eyes grow dazed. “Oh God,” she sobs, clinging to me as I drive my cock deep into her sex, fucking her fast and hard until I feel the familiar tug at the base of my spine.
I’m so fucking close, and there’s no fucking way I’ll be able to hold back this time.
I drop my hand between us and stroke her clit in fast circles. She screams and her pussy clamps hard around me, back arching off the bed as I hammer into her through the orgasm.
“Matteo,” she sobs, thrashing under me through the climax, her pussy tightening around my cock. Lost in her orgasm, she’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
My own climax tears through me, and I growl as my tense muscles release against her, heavy spurts of my seed flooding her clenching pussy.
I bury my face into her hair and rock fast into her, burying myself deep inside of her, surrendering in her arms in ways I never have with another woman.
She clings to me through it all, her thighs trembling by my sides.
My chest heaves as I press deeper into her tight channel, pouring everything into her.
Marking her.
Finally claiming my bride in every way.
“My precious,” I rasp, kissing her neck and cheeks, too lost in the feel of her. “Tesoro mio.”
My cock jerks one last time and my muscles lose tension. I drop on top of her, my breathing labored as I revel in the softness of her body. There may be no love between us, but at least I know one aspect of our marriage will be perfect. How could I ever want anyone else after her?
"I think I'm going to need to breathe sometime soon," she says, her voice muffled in my shoulder.
I chuckle as I push back to look at her.
There is a serene look on that gorgeous face that has me leaning forward to kiss her forehead and cheek.
She whines when I pull out of her before rolling to the side.
“I’ll get hard again if I stay inside of you.”
She’s quiet for a moment before she says quietly. “I… I wouldn’t mind that.”
I turn to look at her, but her eyes are fixed on the ceiling. “You’ll be very sore tomorrow, Sofia,” I say, reaching out to trace a hand between her breasts, my mouth watering with the need to taste the beaded nipples. Fuck, my cock is already hardening again. "You should rest tonight.”
Sofia shakes her head and turns, biting her lip as she stares at me. "Isn't there another wedding tradition where you're not allowed to sleep?"
My blood fires up again, and my cock hardens to full mast. "Are you this big on traditions?" I ask, leaning forward and taking her left nipple between my lips, suckling at the bud until she starts moaning again. "Do traditions matter this much to you?"
"Yes," she gasps, sliding her fingers into my hair and pulling me closer to her chest as I move to suckle on the other pink nipple. "Traditions are everything."
“Then it’s only right we respect them.”