Chapter 27 Ayanna #2
I tried to focus on the task, my fingers buried in a bowl of flour and eggs, kneading this homemade pasta.
Pici all’Aglione, a thick spaghetti with a simple tomato, garlic, and basil sauce, might have been the goal for dinner, but Teo was making it difficult to concentrate.
Even with the delicious scent of the fresh herbs and garlic filling the villa’s kitchen, my mind was focused more on his hard body wrapped around me and the feeling of his heavy manhood pressed against my backside.
Whenever he could get his lips on me, he took the opportunity to steal kisses. Between the heat of his body and the slow, deliberate motion of our hands moving as one, I wasn’t sure if I was making pasta or about to let my husband take advantage of me.
The rhythm he set was seductive.
Pasta wasn’t supposed to be sexual, but with his palms guiding my hands in circles, and his lips barely kissing the curve of my neck, I was growing warm by the second. My lady parts were screaming, and the slow thump beating between my legs made me incredibly sensitive.
“You know this has nothing to do with cooking?” I giggled, tilting my head back giving him easy access to my lips.
He kissed me gently and hummed. “Hmm. Yes, it is. I call it hands-on instruction.” He murmured against my lips, his voice low and slightly raspy. “And I’m a very… very thorough teacher. My technique is everything.” Heat coursed through me.
Thankfully, I had Teo as my anchor, and the kitchen countertop as support, because my knees almost gave out.
“Teo,” came out almost as breathless as a plea and he chuckled softly, his body steadying me while his hands still guided mine.
“Look... perfect.” He nodded towards the bowl, the dough now smooth and elastic. “Just like you.” He stepped back, gazing down at me like I was something precious. It’s the way he’s been looking at me since we touched down in Italy three days ago.
He hadn’t been short of compliments or affection despite me feeling slightly off-balanced.
Today was the first day I’d woken up without immediately thinking about the warehouse.
Or the docks. In fact, I’d been feeling great when Teo suggested we make dinner together.
But now my sex drive was working overtime and dinner was the last thing on my mind.
Teo reached up and brushed a smudge of flour from the fading bruise on my cheek with the back of his hand. His touch was light, but extremely comforting. And protective.
I blinked... slowly. “T-The pasta’s going to be ruined,” I whispered.
“Yeah… probably,” he said throatily, his eyes holding me in place. “We can always make more.”
His hand lingered on my cheek, flour and all, heightening all of my senses. My breaths were shallow and my center… flooding every second.
He leaned in, kissing me and parting my lips with his tongue. When a loud moan escaped me, I realized then that dinner would have to wait.
Without warning, his hands found my waist, lifting me effortlessly, and carrying me a few steps to the counter beside the sink, where he sat me. The coolness of the marble hit the back of my thighs, but it did nothing to cool the heat radiating from my core.
Turning the faucet on, he positioned himself between my parted legs and grabbed a cloth, soaking it under the running water. He wrung it out before gently dabbing it against my cheek. Then he took my hand, carefully wiping away the flour that clung to my fingers.
“There,” he murmured, tossing the cloth into the sink after cleaning his own hands.
Slowly, he unfastened the first button on my blouse, his focus intense. He kept going, one button after another, until all that remained between us was the deep purple lace of my bra. With one flick, he unclasped it, then slid the straps from my shoulders and tossed the fabric to the side.
My nipples were already tight, standing at attention.
So sensitive that even the slightest touch made me shudder.
So when his mouth finally landed on me, I arched into him with an involuntary gasp.
He started slow, kissing the top of my cleavage, taking his time.
Then he moved lower, his lips brushing over the sensitive peaks of my breasts.
When the tip of his tongue circled one areola and his mouth closed over my nipple in soft, steady suckles, my breath hitched, and light whimpers followed.
His mouth was warm...wet... and greedy.
When he pulled back, his gaze was hungry as it roamed over me.
.. slowly, starved, and full of passion.
Two very intense hazel eyes moved from my collarbone, to my breast, to the curve of my waist. When they landed on my thighs I already knew what was coming.
I was about to be his lunch, snack, and dinner.
“Lift up,” he tenderly demanded, his finger already unfastening the buttons of my pants.
Raising my hips, I allowed him to slide the fabric down my legs. He said nothing while undressing me, removing the denim pants I’d been wearing first, then the matching dark purple lace panties, leaving me completely exposed and naked to him.
He savored the moment, letting his hands glide along my calves attentively, before completely kneeling between my legs.
First, he kissed every bruise.
A kiss to my abs.
A kiss to the angry spot on my hipbone.
A kiss to the soft, tender skin just above my knee.
Then, finally a kiss to the only place untouched, the one part of me that I knew he would be worshipful. My pussy.
I let out a breathless pant the moment his tongue parted my lower lips, then circled my clit. Those same soft lips that caressed my skin earlier were now locked onto the most sensitive part of me, kissing, sucking, and tasting me with insanely deliberate motions, and precise pressure.
“Goodness.” A whimper slipped out along with another strangled moan.
I moved my hips to match his pace, feeding him my wetness. And he didn’t disappoint. His tongue was heavy, flattening when needed, other times fucking my center making it damn near impossible to keep my eyes open. Slow, deliberate laps to long sensual strokes and I almost came.
I tapped the top of his head pleading for mercy. “Teo, baby. It’s too much,” I gasped, feeling the familiar contracting of my stomach.
My pleading got me nowhere, just more persistence, as he suckled on my clit like a starved and malnourished man.
“Are you trying to make me love you more than I already do?” I whimpered. “Because it’s working.”
His response was to growl, insert two fingers and expertly massage the inside of my inner walls with a practiced ease, filling me slow, then fast. All while his tongue continue to lick, suck, and fuck me.
“Gahdamn it Teo. Shit, shit, shit.”
My thighs involuntarily clenched as this super intense sensation traveled from somewhere in the pit of my stomach to the pulsating thump between my legs.
I was going to cum.
I tried to close my legs around him — an attempt to control the pleasure, but the hold he had on me wouldn’t allow it. While his grip was gentle, he was also firm. I tried to scoot back, but there was nowhere to go. The only place I could move was through the wall or through the counter.
“You can’t cum yet,” he lifted stroking his already erect penis.
I hadn’t even seen him drop his pants but they were gone, pooling at his feet.
I watched him place the tip of his thick head at my opening, then guided his pretty ass dick inside of my dripping wet pussy.
His lids fell shut, and a soft grunt fell from his arousal covered lips that glistened with my essence.
“I’ll never let anyone touch you again,” he whispered, rocking into me tenderly, kissing me in between each thrust. “I promise.” He breathed, as his forehead pressed against mine, and my legs wrapped around his waist, and arms circled his neck.
“I know,” I said softly, my lips brushing against his lips.
“I love you so fucking much,” he told me in an equally soft tone.
“Mmm... I... I know... I..I love you too.”
“God, you feel good. The best pussy.”
I tightened around him at that, my body trembling from the way he filled me so completely.
My nails dug lightly into his shoulders, and he kissed me for real with tongue and lots of desperation.
We were damn near in each other’s skin. Me clinging to him like I was afraid of him disappearing, and him moving inside me like he needed the reminder that I was still here, and safe.
This wasn’t about fucking, or claiming my body. It was about our truth. The truth that he’d almost lost everything. The truth that I was safe now. And the truth that our love could survive anything.
When my pussy clenched around his dick, and he groaned my name against my neck, I knew we were both close.
“Let go, for me Amore” He coaxed. “Let me have all of your sweetness. Don’t hold back.”
And I didn’t.
Wave after wave my orgasm crashed over me, my hips shuddering, eyes rolling back, and my sticky goodness coating every inch of him.
“That’s it,” he rasped, his voice thick.
He rocked into me deeper… slower…and matching the rhythm of my spasms.
When my face fell into his chest because I was trying to hide my pleasure, he said, “Nah, let me see you.” One hand cupped the back of my head forcing my eyes to meet his. “I always want to see you. You can’t hide from me.”
Soft lips met mine before he pulled back and watched me come completely undone.
My body jerked frantically and felt like I was exploding from the inside out.
A burst of liquid gushed from my center, coating his erection.
He only seemed to grow harder with my explosion, and ragged uneven breaths.
His kisses turned possessive and all consuming as his very own orgasm ripped through him.
With one deep thrust he emptied every bit of his cum inside of me.
We were still for a long moment, our breathing still heavy. I was still holding on and he was still buried inside of me. Neither of us particularly in a rush to separate.
“So… you still want some pasta for dinner?” I teased breathlessly.
“Nah, I rather have you.” He pulled me closer, his lips finding my forehead, then my lips. “Always just you.”