17. Lucia
Chapter seventeen
Lucia
“ W ill you quit laughing,” Ant grumbles, and when my eyes drop to the damp patch covering his still semi-hard cock, he adds, “And you can stop staring at my cock too.”
I wish I could stop, but when the evidence that he wants me is so blatant, it’s difficult not to stare.
“Are you embarrassed?” I ask, not that I’ve ever known him to be.
“No, why would I be? There’s nothing embarrassing about my wife making me so fucking turned on that I come in my shorts.”
I lift my gaze to look at his handsome profile as he focuses on the road’s twists and turns, winding back to the villa. “Then why don’t you want me to stare at your cock?” I tease. It’s just too much fun.
He huffs out a breath. “Because I don’t want to be so distracted that I drive us off the side of the mountain.”
I turn my head away. “Fine, then I promise I’ll only look out of my window.”
“Good girl.”
My head spins back to him, and a cheeky grin stretches his mouth wide.
He flicks me a glance, then focuses back on the road. “Do you like me calling you a good girl?” Now he’s the one doing all the teasing.
“Only when it’s truly deserved,” I reply, my grin spreading. Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve missed this banter with my friend. We needed Capri to loosen us up.
“Interesting. When do you think that might be?”
“When I’m kneeling in front of you, with your cock shoved down my throat.”
The car swerves, but he corrects the mistake and lifts his foot off the accelerator. His knuckles turn white as he grips the wheel tighter.
Not so cocky now .
“Fuck, Luce,” he groans. “When did you become so filthy?”
I chuckle, enjoying the way he shifts in his seat. The tent forming in his shorts must be getting uncomfortable.
“I didn’t always tell you everything.”
From the side view I have of his face, I can tell his brows have dropped down into a frown.
The one he would always get when we discussed sexual partners—long before sex between us became a possibility.
Now that I know it’s guaranteed, I’m enjoying watching him squirm as he imagines what secrets I’ve kept from him.
He doesn’t respond until we’ve navigated the next bend. “Do you want to suck my cock?” he asks in a raspy voice I’ve never heard him use before. If this is his bedroom voice, then I’ll do way more than that.
“I’d consider it a wifely duty.”
“It wouldn’t be a duty.” He growls, “You’d enjoy it.”
“I’m sure I would.”
The rumble of laughter comes from deep in his chest, and it’s one of the sexiest sounds I’ve heard from him. “Then I think that could be arranged. But for now, do me a favor. Look out the window, and try to keep those dirty thoughts sealed behind your pretty lips until we get home.”
I do as he suggests, crossing my legs against the ache between them. With any luck, leaving him to concentrate on the drive will get us there sooner.
One step into the villa, and Ant drops our beach bags, grabs me around the waist, and throws me over his shoulder.
“Is this your delayed attempt at carrying me over the threshold?” I ask from my upside-down position.
“Sure, let’s call it that. But I didn’t think you were into all the traditional marriage trimmings,” he jokes, striding along the hallway.
“I could be convinced.” Honestly, I like him taking charge. And the hand on my ass feels pretty good too.
I wriggle a little, and as I’d hoped, it earns me a playful slap. Sex with Antonio is shaping up to be a lot of fun.
He stops in the bathroom, placing me on the marble counter, which holds two sinks and runs the length of the room.
“Now what?” I ask him.
“Well …” He looks at me like I’m a puzzle he needs to solve. I don’t like that he’s still second-guessing having sex with me. I’m sure if I were any other woman, he’d have had me stripped naked by now.
“How about I make this easier.” I jump down off the counter, then undo the ties on my bikini top so it falls to the tiled floor. Next, I slide the bikini bottom down my legs so the small red triangles of fabric land on top.
My eyes lock on his, the darker rim of blue turning his pale irises smoky with desire; I can’t look away. And I’m pleased to see he can’t either.
His fingers drop to the waistband of his board shorts. “Are you sure about this?” he asks, with one eyebrow higher than the other. It’s an expression that’s as familiar as my own but now holds a very different meaning for me.
“Ant, I’m serious. You’re no longer just my friend, you’re my husband.” I place my palm in the center of his bare chest, and I swear I can feel his heart racing beneath it. I know he wants this as badly as I do. “We’ll always be friends, but I also want to be your wife.”
My spare hand slides to rest on his hip, and his heated gaze rolls over my naked body again. The Adam’s apple in his throat shifts, but still, he doesn’t move.
“ Cavolo , Antonio, this is a fucking marriage. Deal with it,” I shout, only an inch from his lips so he can taste my words.
Then I step around him and into the large double shower.
When I turn the tap on, my hand continues to grip the lever.
I need something solid to hold on to because it’s debatable that I’d be able to stand on my shaking legs without it.
Antonio has lit a fire in me that only he can put out.
I just don’t know why he’s holding back.
Tepid water cascades down my back, doing nothing to douse the flames. Until he moves to stand behind me, blocking the flow. Two strong arms bracket my chest against the tiled wall. Our bodies don’t touch, but I feel the heat of his nakedness, and my eyes flutter closed in anticipation.
“I want you so fucking bad it hurts, wife.”
The breath I was holding whooshes from my lungs. “You have me.” And that’s all the encouragement he needs for him to press against me.
“Spread your legs wide,” he growls so close to my ear that I feel his warm breath against my cheek. “Can you feel what you do to me? How hard my cock is for you?”
It’s impossible to ignore his hard length pushing against my lower back.
“Have you thought about me fucking you? Were you begging for more in your dreams?” He rubs himself between my butt cheeks, and my core clenches.
If he didn’t have an arm wrapped around my waist, I’d be sliding down the tiles.
“I wondered how you’d like it, gentle and sweet”—his hand strokes up to cup my tit—“or hard and dirty.” He squeezes, then pinches my nipple.
“Ahhh. H-hard and dirty,” I stutter, grabbing hold of his wrist and dragging it down to my pussy where I need him most. He circles my clit with the pad of his thumb, and the silent scream lodged in my throat renders me temporarily speechless.
“Good. Don’t ever fucking doubt my need for you. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever known,” he growls. “And I’m the luckiest bastard in the world to be able to call you my wife.”
He pushes off from the wall, and I lean back to feel his body flush against mine, not an inch separating our heated skin.
His hands on my shoulder blades trace a path down my arms, then from my hip back up to the side of my breasts, then down again to the curve of my butt and farther still, gliding over the full length of my legs.
“Turn around,” he demands, and I feel the gruff command all the way to my core.
A nervous giggle slips out. “I did wonder if you’d be a bossy lover,” I say as I turn, my back landing against the cool tiles.
He holds my gaze as he drops to a squat at my feet, and my body liquefies under the intensity of his focus.
“I thought I was going to be the one on my knees.”
A flame flares in the smoky depths of his eyes.
“Later,” he groans before he places a kiss on the inside of my right knee, then one on the left.
Stringing light kisses from side to side, he continues up the inside of my legs.
When the stubble on his jaw grazes against the soft skin at the junction of my thighs and his nose nudges against my clit, I moan.
“You like that, wife?” He chuckles before swiping a finger along the seam. I rise onto my toes, overwhelmed by the teasing pleasure.
Embedding my fingers into his damp hair, I pull his head closer to where I need him the most. He doesn’t resist, and his tongue flicks against my clit.
My breath catches, then comes in short, sharp pants as his mouth works me into a frenzy. Heat builds and floods my pussy.
He plunges two fingers deep inside me, and I gasp. The inner muscles squeeze them hard.
“I love it. Please don’t stop.”
And he doesn’t as I barrel toward my second orgasm. I throw my head back, and my moan reverberates off the tiles as I come undone by my release.
Strong arms hold me up when my wobbly legs finally buckle. “It’s so fucking sexy watching you come. Tasting your desire on my tongue. But I need to be inside you so bad.”
I lift my head from his shoulder. “Bed,” I whimper, exhausted but still wanting more.
That’s all I need to say before I’m hustled out of the shower, wrapped in a fluffy white towel, and scooped up in his arms. I like the way he does that. No man has ever carried me like I’m too precious to use my own feet.
He lays me carefully on the bed, and unlike the night of our wedding—which was sexy and hot—his gaze holds a focused reverence that sets my heart racing.
My insides have turned to liquid, and like a marshmallow held too long over an open flame, I’m melting.
Antonio stands naked before me, a bronze statue. He’s all broad shoulders, firm chest, and abs that my fingers itch to run up and down. My gaze drops lower. His cock, thick and hard, angles out and up from his body.
Ant is a whole lot of man to take. A shuddering breath slips out as I clutch the edge of the sheet in my fist, trying to relax every muscle in my body.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I bite down on my bottom lip. “Ahem. It’s just that it’s big.” I wave my hand in the general direction of his groin, and I swear he grows even larger.
He throws his head back laughing. “What, you think I’m a big-guy ?”
“Literally.” I smile, raising my eyes back up to his.
He grabs a condom from the nearby drawer, tears open the packet, and sheaths his cock.
My eyes widen but remain glued to his impressive shaft. “You came prepared.”
“It is our honeymoon.” The mattress sinks as he kneels on the edge.
The flirtatious grin is new to me as he gently spreads my legs.
He positions himself between them, then bends to swipe his tongue once more over my soaked pussy.
My body trembles and my pelvis lifts off the bed.
His hands curl around my hips like he’s taking possession of my body, and I’m more okay with that than I ever thought I would be.
When he slides two fingers inside, a moan falls from my mouth, and he lifts his head, looking exceptionally pleased with how my body instantly begs for more.
“Are you ready for me, sweetheart?”
I nod, unable to form words as, through hooded eyes, I watch him stroke his cock. I’ve never watched a guy do that before, and it’s hot as hell.
Positioning himself at my entrance, he pushes gently forward until the tip slides inside.
Yes, finally. He inches in deeper, and the idea of maintaining some semblance of control is laughable at this point. With a snap of his hips, he pushes farther until he’s balls deep. I’m so full that the moans dry up in my throat and my eyes flutter closed.
Antonio Barbieri commands my body in this moment, like a conductor directing a glorious symphony.
“Look at me, Lucia,” he growls, and I blink my eyes open again. “You need to know who is fucking you right now. Your husband .”
He withdraws, then pumps into me again, stealing another breath from my lungs. But this time, I hold his gaze, burning up from the intensity in the smoldering depths.
“Say it. Say you’re mine.” His voice has turned husky as he slides his cock in and out, coaxing the words from my lips. “Please,” he pleads, and the desperation coating that single word loosens my tongue.
“I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.” The words spill from my lips. I can’t deny him anything.
“Fuck yes,” he growls. His thumb presses to my clit, rubbing circles as he pumps harder.
He slides out almost completely before thrusting his hips forward again. The air punches from my lungs on a gasp. “More, more,” I beg in a voice barely recognizable as my own.
My pussy weeps with each firm stroke of his shaft against my sensitive flesh. And I can’t decide if it’s too much pleasure or not enough.
I grind against him, and his hips jerk up, penetrating deeper. “ Antonio ,” I scream. My inner muscles clenching as I ride out the breath-stealing orgasm rippling through my body. “Oh, oh, oh cazzo .”
My climax is so overwhelming and intense that my vision turns hazy, my body clenching around his cock.
Ant’s movements grow faster. Muscles bulge in his arms as he supports his body over me, clenching his jaw. Once. Twice, he drives into me. And on the third stroke, he goes rigid. He roars out his release as he spills into the condom.