Chapter 21
I wasn’t a virgin, but I felt like one when Thor closed the bedroom door.
He left his jacket on the armchair, removed his vest and tie, and stayed only in his shirt, rolling the sleeves up to his elbows, then unbuttoned the first few buttons.
His fixed stare made me tremble and my pussy clench.
Thor hadn’t touched me since our reconciliation.
We had had plenty of hot make-out sessions on the couch, against the wall, on the kitchen counter, in the car, anywhere desire spoke louder than reason, some of them taking us to spectacular orgasms and others leaving me aching with need and completely wrecked.
We were like two teenagers experiencing the peak of passion.
But we hadn’t made love. When he said we would start over, I hadn’t thought we would practically begin from scratch.
I didn’t question it. I only wanted to be close to him, sheltered in the protection of his arms. And, well, I liked being courted that way.
Four months later, here I was, almost a virgin.
And somehow, that wasn’t untrue, at least symbolically. Thor hadn’t been the owner of my virginity, but he had been the only one I allowed to love my body and court my heart. He owned my defining firsts…
The first love.
The first broken heart.
The first fight.
The first reconciliation.
… And I knew he would be the last, too.
Thor walked to me, grabbed my waist, and kissed my mouth. He traced my neck, making me weak. There was no rush, only a practiced domination.
“Are you happy, wife?” he asked against my ear.
That voice. Soft, but low. Deep and powerful. An earthquake in his words, summoning tremors inside me. My heart swelled.
I breathed in deep, then exhaled slowly.
“So much I could burst.”
He lifted his head, his eyes intense and in love.
“I love you, Ella.”
I licked my lips. Nervousness covered me from head to toe.
“Our love story isn’t the most perfect or the most beautiful, but it’s our story, with sadness and joy, gains and losses, falls and triumphs.
All of that makes it real and the best of all of them.
I love every piece of it. Every single thing.
Even the bad parts, because they taught me what I am and what I’m not, and above all, they taught me to be better so I could be worthy of the best. You.
You are the most beautiful, brave, authentic, and incredible person I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, Antonella. I’m fucking proud of myself…”
I laughed out loud, the knots in my stomach loosening.
“… Seriously. I am. I lost you, but I won you back, and God, I will never lose you again. I feel honored that you allowed me to watch that feisty girl turn into this wonderful woman I love so much, the one who makes every other man envy me.”
Pride stretched my lips. The good kind. The best kind, the kind that has nothing to do with arrogance, but with humility and a feeling full of satisfaction.
“You honor me with your love. There is nowhere else in the world I want to be except in your arms. Io ti amo così tanto, Heithor Castellammare.”
“You’re perfect for me, baby.”
I held the nape of his neck with one hand and flattened the other against his chest.
“I love that you saw my worst side and still stayed and fought for me, for us… for our family,” I whispered, in love, my cheeks flushed.
“You were everything I wanted, Antonella. You still are everything I want. Only you… forever.”
The kiss, when it came, was that of a starving man. Powerful. Carnal. The kind that incites sensuality and all those delicious responses that rouse the body toward pleasure.
I surrendered to the power of the kiss until it became unbearable not to feel him inside me.
It wasn’t the sex itself, but the connection.
His arms locked me in, forcing our bodies tight together. Moaning against his lips, I clung to him with everything I had. I was drunk on his lust.
Thor pulled back, leaving small kisses on my mouth.
Standing in the middle of the room, facing each other. Heavy breaths. Swollen lips. Thor walked around me and undressed me piece by piece. Then he stepped back.
Thor sucked in a deep breath.
“You’re delicious, baby. Beautiful as fuck.”
I felt his gaze before his hands traveled over my body in recognition, the strong, rough texture burning every path they passed over. His hands left me. I waited. And when Thor took too long to move, I looked over my shoulder.
His predatory eyes marked me with possessiveness until they aligned with mine.
He began pulling his shirt from his pants.
“No,” I took a step toward him. “I’ll do it.”
I removed his shirt, letting my hands travel over his chest, feeling the hard pulse when my palm paused over his heart.
I kissed him there, putting all my love into the act.
I opened his belt and then his pants, then knelt before him to take off his shoes and socks, and finally his pants and boxer briefs.
His cock sprang into my face, hard, thick, and pulsing.
His scent was so good. Pure sin. I licked my lips, then pressed a kiss to his groin.
Thor groaned. He loosened my hair, the ends brushing below my shoulders.
Then he touched my chin, setting a finger beneath it and tilting my face back.
His thumb traced my lip.
“I want to frame this moment forever.”
Thor helped me stand, surrounded me, grabbing my hair in his fist, and assaulted my mouth in a long, deep kiss so loaded with promises that my toes curled.
His penis pressed against my stomach, leaking the same way I did for him.
He pulled back, then took me to the bed.
In the center of it, we knelt in front of each other, our eyes saying everything we needed to know.
The room thrown into half shadow only made everything more erotic.
I didn’t hide my admiration as I watched him. He was impressive. Hard muscles gripped every limb. Strong and virile. Dripping masculinity.
“I love your body,” I said in a tone heavy with desire as I slid my hand from his chest to the mound of neatly trimmed black hair at his groin.
I loved everything about him.
I worshipped his torso with my eyes, my hands, my mouth… Touching every part of him, showing him how much he pleased me… aroused me…
Thor returned the caresses.
He held my face in both hands and kissed my mouth, then my chin. He explored me, finding my wet pussy, and teased me wickedly.
My fingers disappeared into his soft hair as my body contracted tight beneath his touch. Pushing into his hand. My head fell forward.
I closed my eyes, moaning, my breath coming faster.
His fingers worked me with surgical precision, building my orgasm with a speed that surprised me. He kept me on the edge.
Thor lifted his head, his hot eyes clouded.
I looked at him, breathless, desperate. Needing one more touch.
Thor dropped onto his back on the bed, his legs slightly spread, and used the hand slick with my arousal to wrap around his big cock and masturbate without shame.
The wicked smile on his face made me blush.
“Ride your man, baby,” he said, half moan, half growl.
My whole body clenched in anticipation.
I slid over him, straddling his hips, and let him guide himself home to the hilt. I stopped, giving myself time to adjust to his size.
I moaned at the sharp, full sensation, the slight burn, the sticky wetness, breathing erratically, and watched him from beneath my heavy eyelids.
His jaw went tense and locked.
He reached out. My mouth opened, and his thumb on my chin slipped inside and pulled my lower lip down.
I flicked my tongue out without taking my eyes off him and drew him in when I started to move.
Matching my sucking to the rhythm of my hips…
Rocking… Rolling… Seducing… Tempting… Drunk on his obscene whispers about how beautiful and hot I was, how much I turned him on…
Thor’s eyes burned, dropping to my breasts bouncing as I sat on him.
It was arousing to see how my body affected him.
His tight face, fevered eyes, the muscles flexed hard.
I felt it in the grip of his other hand marking my hip, probably leaving bruises.
I smiled sensually. I took his hands and guided them, filling them with my tits, and kept them there while I fucked him.
Thor hadn’t moved yet, allowing me to take my time.
I appreciated that, and I was almost there…
Suddenly, he flipped our positions with a speed that left me dazed, his hands on my legs keeping me open when his hot mouth covered my sex.
I lost my mind, my caution, held hostage by the sensations provoked by his lips and tongue.
My hands flew everywhere, his hair… my body…
arching and gasping… my body so tight the slightest crack could break me when the orgasm exploded in my womb and spread.
Thor drove into me before I could recover.
I screamed, loving being full of him, convulsing, sinking my nails into his back.
Thor cursed. He found my mouth and kissed me with heat.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my legs spread.
His mouth caught my nipple while his cock began a rhythmic advance and retreat.
One hand found my other breast, squeezing, making me curve, moaning his name, taking him deeper.
Thor clenched his teeth as he fucked me with a delicious slowness.
“I’m starving for you,” he groaned.
“Then eat me.”
He braced his arms beside my body, and the next minute, my moan ended in a scream when he began to thrust with long, hard strokes.
The bed began to creak beneath us.
All those delicious wet sounds filled the room, mixing with his dirty words, obscene promises of what he would do to me…
Our moans and gasps. I pulled my legs up, crossing my ankles behind his back.
I lifted my arms over my head, gripping the headboard, my head thrown back, eyes shut tight, rolling, lips parted as I tried to breathe while Thor made love to me like a possessed man.
He angled his hips so every stroke caused the perfect friction against my clit.
Thor kept fucking me hard… speeding up… slowing down…
He kept me on the edge. A frenzy ran through my body and left me desperate…
my hands ran, squeezing and kneading without care, filling themselves with my breasts. He made me a complete sexual mess.
Our bodies were slick from the effort.
I was breathless, mouth dry, heart racing.
On the verge of begging when Thor sped up, taking me harder and faster. I didn’t know whether I was crying, moaning, or pleading when the spasms took over my body and I came. Thor followed right after, pounding into me so hard.
Full of his cock. His cum.
He groaned, a crude, rough sound, completely male.
When he finished, still over me, his half-hard cock pulsing buried inside me, Thor forced me even deeper into the bed.
I could feel the movement of his chest as he tried to catch his breath.
He dropped his face between my breasts. He kissed me there, then lifted his gaze, a smile lighting his face, and my own answered.
I loved him so much. That was where I belonged, in his arms, there I was as complete as a human being could be. Undoubtedly whole.
Our breaths, looks, and smiles, even our hearts, were synchronized. This was where sex stopped being just sex and became love.