Chapter 29
Giulia directed two of the Coronella boys to shift the dresser another few inches. “There!” she said finally. “You all can go now.”
Beatrice thanked them as they turned to leave, and they nodded with grins as they passed.
They almost ran into Montrell, who took up all the space in the bedroom doorway. “What’s all this?” he asked.
Beatrice tried a one-shouldered shrug. “Me doing what I want, like you said.”
Giulia patted her cheek as she headed toward where Montrell stood, grinning from ear to ear. “I’ll see you all at the restaurant later.” She slipped past without another backward glance.
She’d talked to Beatrice about Montrell’s mother. Like Vespa, she hadn’t thought the woman’s death much of a loss. She’d told her about some of the incidents Montrell didn’t remember from when he was young. Beatrice thanked Giulia for keeping him alive.
She couldn’t picture life without him.
Montrell moved toward her, careful as he pulled her against his chest. “You moved your stuff in?”
“I like sleeping in here with you.” Even though all they’d been doing was sleeping. Having him hold her was rewarding in itself, but Beatrice was experiencing needs she’d never expected to have.
His chin rubbed against the top of her head. “I like sleeping with you too. I just wanted it to be your choice.”
“And I’ve chosen. You never forced me into anything, Montrell. Well, besides the marriage.” His chest was so broad and warm when she rested her cheek against it. “And I’ve already thanked you for that.”
“Yes, you have.” His chuckle rumbled under her ear. “You’ve got a meeting soon. Can I help you get ready?”
He’d been helping her to get dressed while her arm healed. She did her own makeup, as putting it on was a morning ritual that settled her, but she’d been shocked by how gentle he was while he brushed out her hair. Even she got caught in the tangled knots, but Montrell’s hands were magic.
She sat on the bed in front of him, trying not to whimper as his fingers drifted through her hair. Her scalp tingled as he let the brush flow through her dark curls from top to bottom. Every part of her tingled. There was something both soothing and electrifying when he completed such an intimate task.
He finished pulling the brush through one last time. His arm came around her, pulling her back to snuggle against his chest as he dropped the brush to the bed beside them. “There. All done.” His arm looked so big resting next to her own on her stomach. “I’ll let you do all the talking with Barone, but I’d like to come along.”
“I want you there,” Beatrice admitted.
As they continued to sit together, everything feeling so simple, she licked her lips as something she’d been considering chased away the remaining tingles. “I—” She couldn’t say it after all. The timing was all wrong. She’d thought, since they weren’t currently having sex, that maybe it would be easier. Shame filled her instead, and she could no longer sit.
“You okay, Bea?” Montrell asked, his eyes following her.
“Fine. It’s just almost time to go.”
Montrell rose to his feet. He watched her for a moment, a frown pulling at his features. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” He sighed. “Even if you think it’ll hurt my feelings. If you’re worried my presence will undermine you, I’ll accept it. I still want to give you the world, Bea, and that means your needs come before my own.”
She moved toward him, her hand lifting to cup his cheek. “That’s not it. I didn’t lie about wanting you with me at the meeting.” She scowled up at him. “And your needs matter too. I want us to be there for each other equally.”
His face settled into the stubborn look both Giulia and Vespa had warned her about. “I like to give to you.”
She kissed him as she laughed. Never in the world would she have considered the biggest argument with her husband would be who got to be sweeter to the other.
Montrell paused at their bedroom door. He loved that she’d moved in without asking, and he was glad that she and Giulia had wrangled the boys into helping that morning. The scratches on her face and arms were healing, and the doctor had said most of them shouldn’t scar. Beatrice had told him she didn’t want to look into any cosmetic surgeries. She’d gained confidence in showing her body to him.
It had taken all his self-control to not reach for her in the last week. She was still healing—that was the main reason he refrained. But he also knew they needed to talk. She was sleeping with him every night. He loved that she was, but it made instigating a bit more of a gray area. When she’d come to his room, he’d taken that as enthusiastic consent. Now he didn’t have such a clear sign.
Beatrice loved him. Hearing her words in his mind—he had so many overlapping memories of her saying it to replay—sent a shiver through his body. She loved him in a way that rivaled his own love, and he was a little worried she’d give in physically with the thought of pleasing him and not for her own pleasure.
He needed it to only be out of her body’s need and not out of any misguided thoughts about making him happy. Holding her made him happy enough.
He rested his forehead against the door. A muffled little gasp reached him from behind the wood, and his eyes flashed open as he reached for the handle.
Beatrice’s eyes were squeezed shut as she lay on top of the covers, completely naked except for her cast. Her legs were spread open wide, and there was a flash of pink in her good hand as she pressed the vibrator there.
Montrell watched her hips lift into the increasing rise of the vibration. She let out a frustrated moan as they lay flat during the lull. She’d picked the teasing mode. And fuck, she looked close to orgasming.
He closed the door behind him as quietly as he could. She still heard it. The most adorable pink flush coated her cheeks and down her chest toward her breasts when she opened her eyes to see him there.
The vibrator dropped to the covers. Her hand moved to her face instead, covering her eyes. “I-I’m sorry!” she blurted out.
Montrell’s smile faded as he crossed to the bed. He grabbed her hand, pulling it away from her face. “Don’t you be sorry. I’m so fucking happy.”
She blinked up at him. “You are? But don’t you—” She swallowed. “I mean, wouldn’t you want—”
He wanted the hell out of her. Watching her with the vibrator made him harder than ever. Telling her might make her stop, though. “Why did you bring out the toy, Bea?”
She licked her lips. “Well, I was feeling—” She swallowed again, looking away. “My body wanted—”
She wasn’t able to say it. That was fine. He’d say it for her. His lips parted.
Beatrice closed her eyes and shouted, “I was horny, okay!” Her pink flush turned even redder.
Montrell leaned down and kissed her pouting lips. “It’s better than okay. It’s fucking fantastic.” His hand moved to her chest, cupping her breast. “And it makes me horny as hell as well. Can I watch you make yourself come?” He rubbed his palm over her nipple as she opened her eyes. “Or will that embarrass you?”
“Don’t you want to make me come?”
He smiled at her. “After. I want to watch your body writhe first. I want you to use that bullet and think of me and come so hard you feel it to your toes.” He kissed her surprised lips. “There can never be enough orgasms for you, Bea.”
Her lips parted for her ragged breaths. She reached between her legs, picking up the vibrator and waiting for the lull before pressing the toy against her clit.
Montrell climbed on the bed beside her. He expected her eyes to close again, but instead she stared at him as her hips lifted into the highest vibration. She panted as she shifted the toy in a caress over her clit as it started up again.
“So fucking hot,” Montrell told her.
Her hips lifted into it again. Her head shifted on the pillow as her other arm twitched.
Montrell’s hand moved to her shoulder, holding it down. “Keep this arm still.”
She nodded, letting the toy work her clit without lifting this time. It made the tension in her body tighten.
“My breasts,” Beatrice moaned. “I want your mouth on my breasts.”
Montrell couldn’t resist her. He was careful not to put any of his weight on her as his mouth obeyed. He didn’t lead up to it. His lips captured her nipple, and his tongue pressed it hard against the roof of his mouth before he started to suck.
Beatrice cried out as she thumbed the vibrator to the constant setting, one up from the lightest. Her body bowed as the orgasm rushed through her.
“That’s my good girl,” he said, then gave her nipple a little bite.
Her body melted into the bed after, making it easy for him to shift between her legs, moving them to rest over his shoulders. “Let me taste what you’ve done.”
Her eyes popped open. “Wait. I used lube.”
Montrell wasn’t worried about that. He loved that she’d used all his gifts. He mouthed first one of her lips, then the other, nudged her sensitive clit with his nose, and then plunged his tongue inside of her as deep as it would go. The taste of her made him dizzy. Already he felt desperate, and he fucked her with his tongue instead of his cock. Quick, plunging thrusts that made her gasp and writhe. He licked up from her entrance and over her clit. His tongue worked against it, steady and insistent. His hand moved to her stomach to hold her torso flat so she wouldn’t hurt her healing arm as he sucked her clit into his mouth.
The way she screamed his name as her tremors rocked through her almost made him cream his pants.
“Fuck, you see how often you can come, now, Bea?” He was careful as he slid her limp legs off his shoulders. He rose to undress.
Beatrice made a humming sound in her throat. “I realized I was naked while you were fully dressed.”
He grinned as he stripped off his pants. “That makes you hot?”
Her hand slid up her torso and over her breasts in a sexy-as-hell caress. “Yeah,” she admitted.
Montrell had to suck in a breath. Fuck, her simple sensuality was going to ruin him. If he even made it inside of her, he was going to be a one-pump chump again.
He strode to the nightstand, pulling open the drawer a little too hard and almost pulling it all the way out. He grabbed the new toy he’d purchased for her.
Beatrice’s eyebrows lifted as she saw the miniature dick-shaped vibrator. “You’re not going to fuck me?”
“I’m going to bring you to orgasm one more time, and then I’m going to come all over those gorgeous breasts.”
Her eyes widened, but her lips lifted in a smirk. “As long as you wash it off after, you can do anything you want to me.”
His cock throbbed. “Fuck, Bea.”
“What?” She tilted her head. “I know you’ll make me feel good.”
He grabbed the lube and moved to the bed. His mouth took hers. She wouldn’t let him be gentle. Her lips opened, and she sucked on his tongue until he groaned. The toys dropped to the bed as his hands cupped her head and he kissed her long and deep.
“I love you, Bea.”
Her lips tilted against his. “I know.”
He pulled away, lubing up the new toy.
Beatrice settled back on the pillows, her eyes curious as they slid over the mini dildo. “Isn’t that a little… small?”
He laughed. “It’s a G-spot vibrator.” He lubed his fingers, rubbing them over her entrance before pushing inside. His fingers curled as he thrust them into her once, twice.
Her hand tightened on the sheet as she squeezed her eyes shut.
“You like when I finger-fuck you like this, don’t you?” Montrell asked. Her pussy clenched around his hand. He eased his fingers out of her, brushing them over her clit instead.
“Wait.” She licked her lips. “Go back.”
She was going to come so hard this time. He was desperate to make her squirt again. “Don’t be naughty. The first two times were quick. When I let you have this next one, you’ll barely remember them.” He circled tantalizingly close to her clit, but not directly over it this time.
Her brow furrowed. “‘Let me?’”
“You like to be teased. I’m going to edge you, baby. Don’t you remember the first time I ate you out?” He hummed in his throat just thinking about it.
She licked her lips. “But I asked you to stop after that time.”
“Because you were fully satisfied.” He stroked over the hood of her clit. “It was the best fucking night of my life.”
She lifted an eyebrow. “Better than coming inside of me?”
“You let me worry about my cum.” His cock ached as her eyes dilated and her body softened. He wouldn’t be able to go gentle if he fucked her, and her arm wasn’t up for that yet. Montrell moved the new toy against her, careful as he eased it inside. “Let’s see what position hits you just right.”
Her face was so easy to read. And so beautiful in her need. She was insatiable tonight, and he brushed over her clit as the vibrator worked over the nerves inside of her. Her knees came up on their own, and he fucked her with the vibrator, letting the vibration linger right where she needed it for longer and longer each time.
Her body began to tense, and he backed off again. “Not yet,” he murmured. He lowered his face, licking everywhere but where she wanted.
Her hips tried to shift. “Montrell!”
“You want this?” he asked, pushing the vibrator deeper again. Just shy of her G-spot.
She tried to rock her hips to bring it where she wanted it, and he chuckled against her clit. Her breath sucked in as he lifted his head. His free hand reached up to her stomach, holding her torso flat.
“Remember, no moving that arm.”
Her eyes narrowed on him, so he let the vibrator sink deeper. Her skin flushed to the color he loved, and he lowered his head, flicking his tongue directly over her clit, once, twice, until her body tightened. He switched to her hood as he eased the vibration away.
“Please!” She was begging already. His wife really wanted to come.
“Please what?” he asked, not lifting his head from her pussy. He swirled his tongue lower, licking around where the vibrator still impaled her. “Be a good girl and be patient. It’ll be worth the wait. I promise.”
As her body relaxed, he pushed the vibrator deeper. He went back to tonguing her clit as the new toy worked her G-spot inside. She was quiet this time as her need wound tighter, holding herself still, but the trembling gave her away. He pulled the toy out, blowing over her wet clit.
“No!” she cried.
Before he could pull away and check on her, she shoved his face against her pussy and held it there.
“Fucking make me come, Montrell.”
He thumbed the vibrator to the next highest setting as he pushed it right where she needed it and sucked her clit into his mouth. By the second suck, she was coming hard, and he felt her squirt on his beard. The scent of her made his cock weep with how badly he needed to come. He made a pained sound as he pulled the vibrator out and sucked her through every spasm.
He lifted, his hand squeezing his cock as he began to crawl up her body.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, halting his progress. “Inside me, Montrell.” Beatrice’s eyes remained closed, but she smiled. “I want your baby. Put all your cum inside me.”
He couldn’t deny her. The brush of her pussy against his head made his balls tighten. She was wet already, from a mixture of lube and the orgasm that had softened her into the bed. He pushed inside, rocking and begging himself not to blow his load before he got all the way in. He searched her face, but it stayed in relaxed bliss while he buried himself to the hilt.
She felt so fucking good around his cock. Squeezing aftershocks were running through her, and he was so close. Too close.
“I won’t be able to hold out. You’re not going to come with me, Bea.”
Her eyes opened as her hand lifted and came down in a smack right on his ass. “Just fucking come.”
He let out a groan as he thrust into her once, and damn it, he really was a one-pump chump. His head fell to her breasts as he stayed buried inside her and flooded her with his cum. His arms braced his weight above her as he panted against her nipple like he’d just run a marathon. “Fuck, that felt amazing.”
She giggled, and he lifted his head to the happy sound, finding her eyes sparkling. He managed to snag her lips with the second try, pouring the euphoria flooding his body into the kiss. “I love you so much.”
She smiled at him. “I love you, too, but your beard is wet, and it’s kind of gross.”
He grinned at the reminder and slowly pulled out. His cock hung limp as he knelt between her legs. The wetness between her thighs gave him a head rush. His hands slid under her hips to cup her ass.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Tilting your hips up.” He lifted her ass to prop it up on his thighs. His finger stroked her cum-soaked lips around the opening, and she shivered. “Were you serious about making a baby?”
Her soft smile returned. “Yes. It might take a while, though. I told you, I never got pregnant even though it wasn’t for a lack of cum inside me.”
“I don’t mind donations to the cause. Lots of donations.” He started considering ways to make love to her that would also keep her arm immobile.
“Right, but—”
“We’ll figure it out. There are doctors for that and all sorts of options. I’m excited that you want me like that too.” His cock was already stirring imagining it, but her body was limp and relaxed, even with him stroking her there.
“I want all of you. In all the ways.” She licked her lips, and her ass tensed against his thighs. “That’s what I’ve been trying to say. Do you think you’d ever want to…?” Her eyes closed, and her cheeks paled.
His hands moved to her hips, stroking her there. “I want all of you, too, Bea. Ask me.”
“Ass play,” she blurted out. Her eyes squeezed tighter. “I know it’s not for everyone, but I still remember, and I’d rather remember you.” She blew out a breath, her eyes nervous as they met his.
“Are you sure?” Montrell asked, searching her face. “I’ll take you in any way you want, but if it’s not something you can see pleasure in, it won’t work. You’ll be too tense, and I never want to hurt you.”
Beatrice licked her lips. “I was reading about it being pleasurable. I want to try.”
His cock bobbed at the thought, but Montrell was less than sure. Oh, he’d enjoy it, but he also had a big cock, and never wanted to hurt her. His hand moved back to her pussy, stroking over the moisture leaking out there. “My baby batter is all for in here,” he said with a grin. “But we’ll check out some toys. We can buy them together.”
She smiled at him, adding to his erection.
He reached for the lube, stroking it over his penis. “Think you can take me again? Would you be able to enjoy it, or are you spent?”
Her eyes became hooded as her hand moved to her breast. She tweaked one of her nipples, her lips falling open at the sensation. “Maybe lick my clit again first?”
He lifted her hips this time, reading her body and watching her face as his tongue brushed over right where she’d asked. “That’s it,” he murmured as her thighs loosened. “Be a good girl and relax.”
It took her longer to climb toward the precipice than before. And he loved every second of getting her there.
When he finally rocked inside her, she tried to curl around him. He lowered his weight to her chest as he buried himself the last inch with a groan. “Stay still. Your arm.”
The fingers of her good hand wrapped around the back of his neck, stroking him there. “Make love to me, Montrell.”
“No pain?” he asked, losing his breath at the way she clenched around him.
Her hips arched into his thrust. “Fuck, I feel like I can come again.”
That didn’t sound anything like pain. “Let me do all the work.” He hunched to bury his face in her breasts, sucking her nipple into his mouth and loving the way her fingers gripped his hair.
The way she felt around him, the way her body flowed against him, the way she gasped his name—it all filled his soul. She wound tighter and tighter as he pushed into her. He thought he’d last longer the second round, but too quickly was struggling to hold his climax back. He unwound her legs, forcing them down so he could angle higher on his next thrust.
Beatrice sucked in a breath.
“That’s my good girl,” he said, stroking right over her G-spot. “I love you, Bea.” He lowered his face to her breasts, biting her nipple this time as he thrust. Her orgasm slid through her, squeezing him as he let his own take control.
He’d been shallower this time, but there was something so satisfying in watching his cum leak out of her after. Beatrice was exhausted. He lifted her in his arms to carry her to the bathroom to clean up.
Her head pressed against his chest, and she gave him a brush of her lips. “Love you,” she mumbled, and he hugged her tighter, more contentment than he ever thought possible running through him.