Chapter 22 Lena
LENA
Itake another step toward him. Rem drops the clothes to the floor. “What are you doing, piccolina?”
“Apologizing,” I say, closing the distance between us.
Rem’s eyebrow lifts, his questioning look so at odds with the erection tenting the front of his jeans. “For what?”
“I don’t think you are a monster.” I touch his cheek, feel his tension melt as he relaxes against my hand.
“I know I haven’t known you long, but I don’t think you’re a monster.
I promise.” I drift my hand lower, pausing over his heart, relishing the thump of it beneath my touch.
“A tyrant and a devil, maybe. But never a monster.”
Rem smirks, his chuckle collapsing into a groan as I push him backward. “Is that your way of apologizing, calling me more names?”
“No.” My hand drifts to the hem of his sweater as I move us off the hard tile of the bathroom and onto the closet’s plush carpet. “This is.”
I sink to my knees, wet hair dripping down my back as I find the fly of his jeans.
Almost instantly, Rem’s hand lands on mine. I look up, past his hard chest and broad shoulders and find him looking down at me with half-confusion, half-wonder. He starts to say something but loses his train of thought as I pull down his zipper.
“Let me.” My hands hover at his waist band. “You’ve done so much for me. Now it’s my turn. Let me say thank you to my husband.”
Rem swallows. I watch his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, feel my nipples get hard and my pussy go soft at the sight of him standing above me. Feel my mouth water when he gets a self-satisfied glint in his eye.
“What kind of husband would I be,” he murmurs, his voice warm as it curls through my veins, “if I denied my woman what she so clearly wants. Especially when she asks so nicely.”
Any other time I’d smack him for teasing me, but right now my hands have other plans. Plans that get even more urgent when Rem strips off his sweater and the black t-shirt underneath.
I’ve already gotten his jeans and underwear halfway down his hips and, with a helpful shove from him, they pool at his ankles a second later. Then they’re gone, flung away and forgotten, and I sit back on my heels, fingers skimming his thighs as I see Rem completely naked for the first time.
My first thought is that no one should be so beautifully built and conceal it under clothes.
My second is that I’d happily rip out the eyes of any other woman who even glimpsed him like this.
From my position at his feet, Rem seems taller than his six-plus feet.
His shoulders broader. His chest is a masterpiece of muscles and ink, scars visible through the artwork.
His nipples are flat dusky circles on his solid pecs.
Dark hair dusts his well-defined abs before gathering to draw a straight line down to the promised land.
My brain can’t seem to process the level of virile beauty in front of me, but my libido is very clear on what deserves immediate attention. His cock juts out thick and proud. I’ve seen it before—touched it—but having it within licking distance is something else entirely.
He’s large, thick at the base, veins prominent as they trace up to the head, already ruddy and swollen and glistening with arousal.
Entranced, and so hungry, I swipe my finger across his tip, collecting the precome and sucking it off my skin. Above me, Rem curses, his cock jerking in anticipation. My pussy throbs and I can’t believe how turned on I’m getting just thinking about taking him in my mouth.
Rem traces a finger through my hairline, his touch almost a whisper. “Have you done this before, beautiful?”
To a man like him? Absolutely not. The few college boys I’ve fooled around with don’t even seem like men compared to him.
And while I’ve given head before, it was sloppy and uncomfortable and not particularly enjoyable.
This pulsing, insistent need I have to pleasure Rem with my mouth, to make him beg and come with my lips and tongue—that’s something I’ve never felt before in my life.
I answer him by wrapping my fist around the base of his cock and licking him from top to bottom. He groans, his hand immediately tightening in my hair. I smile, my eyes finding his as I take him into my mouth.
“Holy shit, cuore mio, that feels good.” Rem locks his thighs, muscles flexed. I draw my tongue around his tip, circling the sensitive head, once, again, and am rewarded with another drop of precome.
It beads on his slit, and I lick it off. Rem shudders, his nails digging into my scalp.
“Shit, Lena.” He puts his thumb at the corner of my mouth, pressing down until I open wide. “Take me deeper, little one. I want to feel you suck me.”
I do. I take him, opening my jaw and swallowing his shaft, letting his girth fill my mouth and the velvety skin slide across my tongue. He’s hot and heavy and I take him as deep as I can, until my nose brushes his pelvis.
I feel so full of him, yet so empty. My pussy flutters, begging for attention, arousal sliding down the inside of my bare thighs.
I ignore my own need, squeezing the base of Rem’s erection as I draw it slowly out of my mouth.
His skin glistens, his cock seeming to grow longer, thicker as I circle the head and swallow him back down.
Rem’s muttering curses and praise, some in English, some in Italian. I glance up at him and his eyes are glazed, his expression dazed as he stares at the sight of me at his feet. “You look so amazing, little one. My cock in your mouth, those lips split so wide for me. So beautiful.”
He traces my jaw with one hand, the other still wrapped tightly in my hair.
I hold steady, breathing through my nose, giving him this moment.
I feel the saliva pool on my tongue and tears well in my eyes.
I swallow, taking him in farther, relishing the way his stomach muscles clench and his eyes go darker the deeper he gets.
Rem brushes his fingers across my throat, his eyes rolling back when he feels himself through my delicate skin. “Fuck,” he groans. “I can practically see where I am inside you, little one. It’s so fucking sexy. You are so fucking sexy, making me so goddamn hard.”
As if I need him to tell me that. He’s iron in my mouth, velvety-smooth against my palm and lips, but so hard as I start to work him faster. I stroke with my hand as I suck him down, a rhythm building as his hips begin to rock.
The sounds filling the closet are feral, messy. Erotic. The slurp of my mouth. The grunts Rem can’t control.
He grips my head in both hands, and I hear him curse again.
“I can see you, Lena,” he says, breathless.
It takes me a second to understand what he means.
When we moved into the closet, I knelt with the floor-length mirror behind me, so Rem can see both the front and back of me.
He pulls my hair to the top of my head, winding the wet strands around his fist as he starts to thrust deeper.
“Yes, that’s it,” he praises. “Take my cock, take it as deep as you can.”
For a second, I struggle to breathe. Then, allowing my jaw to open as much as possible, I inhale through my nose and will my body to relax.
My mouth is stretched so wide, his dick invading the back of my throat.
And, totally lost to him, I relish it. Love every second of it.
From the way my knees burn against the rug to the sting of his grip in my hair to the way my pussy begs for friction as I bring Rem closer to coming apart.
“God your ass is amazing.” Rem is looking at my reflection, his eyes enflamed as he watches me in my supplicant position. “I can’t wait to claim you there, Lena. To put my cock in that beautiful ass of yours and fill you so completely, so perfectly.”
I groan, eyes closing as delicious curiosity and longing spiral through me. I tighten my grip on his base, working him faster as I suck hard.
“You’re so beautiful, mia amata,” he says above me, so low I can barely hear him over the pounding of my own blood. “Your gorgeous, defiant mouth—God how I love it. And how I’m going to fuck it. Hold on, gorgeous girl. I can’t hold back anymore.”
Rem tips my head, angling it just perfectly so he slides deep, so deep, making me gag. “Look at me, little wife,” he orders.
I do. I lift heavy lids and look up at my husband. Arousal, need, possession, awe—they tumble across his face, and I’m transfixed. Even more desperate to please him.
Even more turned on than before.
He holds me captive with that gaze. “I’m going to fuck you like this, understand?”
I blink.
“I’m going to come down your throat, empty everything I have inside your hot little mouth.”
I blink and can’t repress the shudder that rips through me.
Rem pulls my left hand up to his torso, locking it against his abs, pinning me in place. I can feel his inherent power as he starts to thrust. His balls tap the underside of my chin, his scent permeating every crevice of my brain and my body practically bows with anticipation, with arousal.
“Touch yourself, little one,” he says, unlacing my grip from the base of his cock. “I’m going to come hard and soon. I want you to touch yourself while I’m coming down your throat. I want to hear how wet you are from sucking my cock.”
Saliva drips down my chin, slides down my neck as Rem drives his shaft into my mouth over and over again. He is well and truly fucking my face and yet the adoration in his eyes, the tenderness I feel in his hands, it makes me realize I’m holding all the power.
He’s going mad with need, and I’m the one who drove him there.
Powerful Rem Cosenza is literally shaking at the knees because I’ve driven him to the brink, and that thought alone makes my pussy clench.
I dip my fingers low, keeping my eyes on Rem’s face, watching him watch his cock go deep in my throat as I circle my clit.
I’m so wet, so hot, I feel sparks start to fly almost instantly.
I whimper, I can’t help it.
Rem feels it. His head falls back on a groan, his throat working to swallow as his rhythm picks up.
“I’m gonna come, little one. Soon. Ahhh, fuck.” His hips pound, he struggles to find his voice. “So fucking soon.”
I feel him swell in my mouth, taste a salty tickle at the back of my throat. My own body trembling, I work my fingers over my clit faster, faster, my vision disintegrating as I get close to coming.
“Che roba, Lena, fuck….” Rem’s fingers flex in my hair, gripping me hard as his dick pulses.
He fills me, so completely, his cum releasing in hot streams down the back of my throat, filling my mouth, escaping past my lips.
I feel hot drips of it hit my chest and just thinking about being covered in Rem’s release sends me careening over the edge.
My clit throbs beneath my fingers, my thighs clenching tight around my hand, and I moan out my release around Rem’s cock, still hard, still throbbing in my mouth.
By the time we both come down and can move, we’re sweaty, sticky, and stiff in all the wrong places.
My legs are so weak I stay kneeling as Rem steps into the bathroom, returning with a warm cloth.
He wipes my face, my chest, my hands, my pussy, murmuring sweetly about how amazing I was, how sexy, how mind-blowing.
“I saw stars, little one,” he says as he helps me to my feet.
I rest my forehead against his chest, taking the moment to catch my breath. Regain my footing in every sense.
I wanted to give something to Rem, a token of appreciation, affection. But what we just did...
I wrap my arms around his torso, hug him tight. Nothing about what we just did was one-sided. My heart, my body, my brain, they’re all tangled up in Rem, and his in mine.
He kisses my forehead and scoops me up in his arms. I let him carry me to the bed, our bodies still humming with pleasure, and let my newest reality sink in. That, for better or worse, against all odds, I think I’m falling for my husband.