Chapter 14 | Bianca #2
I shivered as his hands lowered to the hem of my sweater. I’d changed after the ceremony, and now wondered if I should’ve had Burns deliver something sexier to me than the jeans and sweater I now wore.
“Lift your arms,” Michael commanded softly. I complied and he drew off my sweater, tossing it aside before returning his gaze to my black bra. He touched his fingertips to the valley between my breasts and began a long, slow caress, causing bumps to form underneath his touch.
“Michael,” I moaned, mesmerized by the reverence in his heated gaze.
“So pretty,” he rasped, dragging his fingers over the curves of my breasts above the bra. “I’ve always known you’d be so pretty here.”
“Should I take it off?”
“I’m going to undress you, stella,” was his gravelly reply. “Don’t deny me the pleasure of unwrapping you like the gift you are.”
I inhaled sharply at the loving words, wondering how a man with a reputation of being so feared and hardened could be so tender.
He hooked his finger under the cup of my bra, drawing it down until my nipple popped free. It puckered in the cold air, and I gripped his shoulders, looking for a stronghold.
“Jesus, stella,” he whispered, touching his thumb to my nipple as I whimpered. “So tight and ready to be kissed.”
He dragged his thumb over my nipple as his gaze slowly lifted to mine. “Do you want me to kiss you here, mia?”
I struggled to breathe, much less talk, as he slowly stroked my nipple.
The corner of his lips curved into a sultry smile, and my knees buckled as my fingers dug into his shoulders.
“Yes, I think you do...” Lowering his head, he extended his tongue and dragged it across my nipple.
“Oh, god!” I cried, my breaths rapid and frantic.
He blew on my wet nipple, causing it to pebble further, before touching his lips to the taut bud. “Bianca...” he whispered before taking me into his mouth.
His tongue roved over my nipple, coating it with wetness before he sucked it between his lips again. He suckled me before gently taking the taut nub between his teeth.
“Ohmygod,” I groaned, overcome with pleasure. My fingers speared into his hair, pressing him closer as he chuckled against my heated skin.
“My greedy little wife,” he growled, tugging down the other cup of my bra and baring that nipple to his tongue. “Pull me into you and show me how much you want me...”
I dragged his mouth to my nipple, groaning when he took me deep inside my mouth. His tongue toyed and played with me until I thought I might explode from the pressure building inside.
“Oh, no, mia,” he said, lifting his head and reaching behind me to unclasp the bra. He tossed it aside and grinned as his eyes met mine. “We’re just getting started. Let it build. That makes it feel so much better...”
His fingers skillfully released the button on my jeans and lowered the zipper. Broad hands gripped my hips before he lifted me and placed me on the bed. “Lie back, sweetheart.”
I followed his command, my eyes hooded as he slid off my jeans and then my panties. I lay there naked before him, and my hands instinctively went to cover my abdomen and the scars there.
“Mmm mmm,” he scolded, his eyes simmering as he moved my hands to the side. “You can grip the comforter, or you can grip my hair. I like that very much,” he said, lowering to his knees. “But you will not hide yourself from me, Bianca. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I rasped.
His hands gripped my thighs, and slid me closer as a possessive glint entered his dark eyes.
“Yes, what, Bianca?”
I licked my lips, somehow instinctively knowing what he wanted me to say.
“Yes, sir.”
A ragged breath left his lips as he stared at me between my open legs. “Fuck, I like that.” He placed my leg over his shoulder, and then did so with the other one. “You’re going to be such a good girl for me, aren’t you, Bianca?”
My body shuddered at the sultry words; my reaction uncontrollable. I’d never experienced anything like the raging desire I felt as the most gorgeous man I’d ever known knelt between my thighs.
He touched his finger to my slit, causing my back to arch as I cried his name.
“Do you want me to kiss you here, stella?” he asked, rubbing my pussy in a slight touch that wasn’t nearly enough.
“I’ve never...”
“Good,” he said, inching his finger between my wet folds to caress me deeper. “No one will ever taste this treasure but me.” Leaning forward, he breathed tender words against my core. “Let me love you, sweet Bianca.”
And then, all talking ceased as he pressed his mouth to my deepest place. My fingers clutched the comforter as I struggled with the embarrassment of opening for him and the warring desire to let him inside every part of me.
His fingers rested on either side of my slit and drew me open, baring me for his skillful tongue. He touched the tip of his tongue to my opening before gliding it up the sensitive flesh.
“It’s too much...” I cried, my knuckles white from gripping the fabric.
“Never too much,” he murmured against my core. His tongue found my wet opening again, licking the frazzled nerves there before tenderly slipping inside.
“Oh, fuck!” I groaned, my fingers flying to his hair and gripping tightly.
“Yes!” he moaned, pressing his tongue farther inside my core. “Draw me to you, sweetheart. Fuck my face with this gorgeous pussy...”
My hips took on a will of their own, undulating as he fucked me in long, smooth strokes with his skillful tongue. I felt it inside me...the sensation so pleasurable that I closed my eyes and rode the wave...
He ceased for a moment to coat his fingers with my essence, and then resumed fucking me in my most intimate place with that skillful tongue as he touched his wet fingers to my clit.
The tiny nub was engorged as he began to circle it with his fingers while his mouth worked magic below. Losing all control, I jerked my hips toward him, back and forth, as he brought me to the edge.
“Come on my tongue, Bianca,” he commanded, his fingers working at a frenzied pace on my clit as he licked me. “Give me everything...”
My back arched and I cried out, losing all control as my muscles began to quake and tremble. The orgasm rocked through me, causing my hips to jerk uncontrollably as Michael moaned against my core. He lapped up every drop, licking and praising me as my body shuddered beneath him.
Eventually, my body fell lax on the bed, my head lolling to the side as my hair fanned across the comforter. I struggled to breathe as Michael placed tender kisses across my ravaged core.
Michael’s gentle kisses spread to my inner thigh as he waited for me to open my eyes. When I did, I was met with his gorgeous smile.
“My sexy wife,” he said, licking his lips. “I’m going to need to have you for dessert every night.” He gently removed my legs from his shoulders and stood. “You taste so good, stella.”
Heat rushed to my cheeks as I lay sated upon the bed, unable to speak as I tried to remember how to breathe.
Michael removed his clothes, tossing them all aside before returning to stand between my legs. His shaft stood proud above the dark hair at his groin, and he gripped the swollen flesh, beginning to stoke it as he gazed down at me.
“This cock was made for you, Bianca,” he said, his voice husky and full of desire. “You’re going to take it all and let me claim you, aren’t you?”
I nodded weakly upon the bed, silently admitting that I’d agree to anything this man asked me at the moment.
He crawled over me, placing one of my legs around his back as his cock searched for my wet core. Touching the head to my slick pussy, he gripped the base and ran the tip up and down my slit.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he groaned, his eyes closing with pleasure as he ran the sensitive head up and down my swollen slit. “You’re going to feel so good, mia. You’re so ready for me.”
Resting his forearms on each side of me, he tenderly cupped my face as he pressed the tip of his swollen cock to my drenched opening.
Gazing deep into my eyes, he demanded softly, “Open for me, Bianca.” He pressed forward, another inch.
..and then another... “Open for me, wife. Your pussy was meant to be mine.”
I relaxed my already-sated muscles as much as I could, opening to him as he pressed further.
“Jesus...” he hissed, inching farther until he reached the hilt. His breath mingled with mine as we stared into each other’s eyes; into each other’s souls.
“I’m sorry I didn’t save you then, stella,” he whispered, his hands tightening on my face, “but you’re mine now, and you’ll never suffer again.”
Tears stung my eyes as he began to move inside my deepest place. He was larger than Victor—thicker by far—and I struggled to take him fully.
“You can take it, Bianca,” he said, licking his fingers and touching them to my clit as he increased the pace. “You can take my hard cock inside that sweet pussy, can’t you?”
I nodded, my desire jumpstarting again as he circled my clit. He tenderly fucked me in long, smooth strokes, before gritting his teeth.
“I need more, sweetheart,” he said, increasing the pressure on my clit as his hips began to move in hurried thrusts. “I’m sorry...I just...fuck... I need to fuck you like I always should have...”
I purred, clutching his shoulders as his hips began moving at a frenzied pace. He thrust inside me, the head of his cock hitting a spot deep within I’d never felt.
“Yes,” he gritted, resting both palms on either side of my head so he could anchor himself. “This spot is mine!” he growled, the possessive tone setting every one of my cells on fire. “Take it, sweetheart. Take my fucking cock. God, you’re so beautiful...”
My hips thrust back, turning our coupling into an intense dance only made for us. My eyes rolled back in my head as my mouth fell open, and I ached for the climax that was just out of reach.
Michael grunted as he fucked me, the sounds primal and possessive, breaking something open in me that I never knew existed.
“God, it feels so good...” I cried, awash with the knowledge that sex could actually be enjoyable.
“I’m going to come, Bianca. Take every fucking drop.” A muscle clenched in his jaw as sweat beaded on his skin. “Fuck! I can’t...”
He moaned my name before burying his face in my neck and thrusting his fingers in my hair.
His hips pumped into me as we both came, our orgasms in tandem as he released long, sticky jets deep within me.
His deep groans echoed with every last thrust until his muscles lost control and he collapsed atop my ravaged body.
I quaked and shuddered beneath him, reveling in the fact that he’d given me two orgasms back-to-back. I hadn’t even known that was possible.
He sighed against my neck, his face still buried there, and I pressed my fingernails to his scalp, slowly stroking as we recovered.
“Mmm...” he groaned. “That feels so good.”
“You must have a sensitive head if you like having your hair gripped and like my nails on your scalp,” I said against his temple.
“I like having your hands anywhere near me, stella,” he murmured.
We lay there for a while, lazy and sated, before he lifted his head and pressed his lips to mine.
“You’re now officially my wife,” he said, his gaze reverent. “Only twenty years or so too late.”
I traced the faint lines around his eyes as I gazed at him. “Let’s do better this time. I’d like to actually know what it’s like to be happy in a marriage.”
His lips formed a tender smile. “A worthy endeavor.”
He slowly rose and repositioned me under the covers. Crawling underneath, he joined me as we both settled on our sides and gazed into each other’s eyes. His slowly slid closed, and moments later, he began to softly snore.
I stared at him for several moments before sliding from the bed and finding a robe in his closet. Slipping it on, I grabbed my clothes and headed back to my room. Once inside, I shed the robe and cleaned myself up in the bathroom.
Sliding under the covers, I closed my eyes as a sated smile formed on my lips. And then, I allowed myself to succumb to exhaustion from what had been, in essence, the longest day in fucking history.
Sometime later, I awoke with a gasp as Michael slid his arm under my knees and lifted me from my bed. He carried me back to his bedroom and placed me underneath the covers before crawling in behind me.
He spooned me, resting his head behind mine on the pillow. His hand snaked over my hip and rested between my legs, cupping me there in a possessive gesture that signaled I was his.
“You’re my wife, and you sleep in my bed, Bianca,” he said, his hand flexing on my core to affirm his claim. “Do you understand?”
“I didn’t want to assume,” I said, nuzzling into his warm body. “I’m sorry...”
“Mine,” he growled, nipping my neck before settling behind me and relaxing against me. “This bed is ours, and I expect you to be in it every night.”
“Yes, sir.”
His body shuddered at my words. “And I’m going to fuck you every morning too, Bianca,” he continued, licking my neck as I sighed. “So don’t leave this bed until I do. You’re the only way I want to start my day.”
“I like to jog early,” I teased, wiggling my butt against his cock.
“Then, I’ll fuck you early each morning, stella. Now go to sleep. You tired this sexy silver fox out.”
Laughter bubbled in my chest. “I’m never going to hear the end of that, am I?”
“Never.” He chuckled against my neck before burrowing deeper into my body. “Good night, sweetheart.”
“Good night, Michael.”
And there, twenty-three years too late, Michael Caruso and I finally experienced the wedding night we should’ve had all those years ago...