18. Antonio
Chapter eighteen
Antonio
H eat flows through my veins as freely as blood. Watching Lucia orgasm with my cock filling her was the best fucking moment of my life.
I smile down at the vision of her, the way her soft auburn waves splay over the crisp white pillow, her green eyes still dancing with flames of passion, her lips parted and swollen from my kisses. She’s stunning. A beautiful temptress.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Her face, neck, and chest still hold a pretty pink blush, my new favorite color on her. “You make me feel beautiful.”
My heart swells with her admission. I never expected we could be like this, but now I know the connection we’ve always had hid something even more special.
What we’ve just shared has me believing that the woman in my arms is all I’ll ever need. We may have started out as a fake marriage, but now I can’t imagine a time when I’d want anything less than a real one. I’m all in, and I hope Lucia feels the same.
“Are you tired?” I ask, trailing a finger along her delicate jawline.
“A little.” She hooks a leg over mine. “I’m very lucky to have such a generous husband.”
“And handsome. Don’t forget that.” I wink at her.
“I’m not going to fluff up your ego. There are plenty of other women you can find to do that.”
With a shrug of my shoulders, I block out the hurt the mere mention of other women causes and pull her to me.
“You’re the only woman I need to fluff up my ego—or anything else.”
The delighted giggle that slips out of her brings a huge grin to my face.
“Is that what we’re calling this here? Because if that’s the case, I happen to think I’m pretty good at fluffing you up.”
I bark out a laugh. After-sex jokes and chatting like this isn’t something I’ve ever experienced, but then again, my previous sexual partners never amused me or kept me entertained like Luce does.
“Come on, let’s get your sexy butt back in the shower,” I suggest, giving the peachy cheek a couple of taps.
“Wow, are we already at that stage? I thought we would maybe get more comfortable with each other’s bodies before we advanced to ass play.”
This time, my laughter wheezes from my lungs. The thought of Lucia on her hands and knees with her perfect, rounded butt cheeks high in the air is too vivid an image. And my cock thickens in a hell yeah salute.
When I can speak again, I gasp out, “I’m pretty comfortable, so just say the word when you’re ready.”
A couple of years ago, we’d both had far too much red wine, and this came up in our variation of the truth or dare game.
We’ve shared so much as best friends over the years that conversations around sexual positions, partners, and likes and dislikes were bound to have been one of the topics covered.
Now I’m racking my brain, trying to remember what she said, and it takes me a moment to realize Luce has turned quiet.
I tilt her chin up to read her expression. “What are you thinking about?”
“A word.”
“Huh?”
“You said say the word when I’m ready. I’m not ready for that yet, but I think I should still have the word , like on standby.”
“You should definitely do that. Have a standby word.”
All of this talk of sex is making my body hum with desire. Right then, she shivers, and it’s like we’re on the same wavelength again.
Cupping her chin with my hand, I seal my lips to hers.
Like a match to kindling, the fire between us bursts into life again.
It hasn’t been long since we last kissed, yet the hungry way our tongues search and meet feels like it was an eon.
Heat laces my veins as she melts into me.
Her leg resting on mine moves higher to hook on my hip.
And my cock is right there at her entrance as she rocks into me.
Inch by inch, I slide home, her soft moans all the encouragement I need to fill her completely.
Fuck, she’s so wet, so ready for me. I hook an arm under her knee and angle her hips to shove deeper. I pump my hips slow and hard, so every stroke is excruciating torture as she slides the length of my shaft.
She gasps on each thrust, a sexy whimper that burrows into my heart. The squeeze of her walls against my cock grows tighter. And I can’t believe how raw and sensitive this feels. It’s even better than the last time.
“Fuck, a condom!” My body freezes. I’ve never forgotten to cover up before. “I’m sorry,” I mutter, pulling out completely.
“It’s okay.” Her hand taps in the center of my chest. “I’ve started birth control.”
“I’ve been tested recently,” I reassure her. The truth is I haven’t so much as looked at another woman since our last trip to Capri was cut short, and that was well before I even knew she was going to be my wife.
“Me too,” she murmurs. Her hand glides up from my chest to my jaw. “Please don’t stop.”
Her green eyes flash like the most brilliant emeralds. And her smile hits me in the region of my heart, right where her hand rests. I place a kiss on her lips, then surprise her by flipping her onto her stomach. The sheet falling completely from her body.
“On your knees, beautiful.”
She glances over her shoulder, and her eyebrows have a questioning tilt to them.
“Not for that.” I chuckle. “Tonight, I only want to fuck you bare.” I lift her hips, shoving a pillow underneath them.
“You have the most perfect ass.” I rub my palms over her curvy cheeks. Delicious .
Bending my head, I nip one peachy globe, then the other.
“Ahh,” she whimpers.
I swipe my cock through her arousal until I’m covered. Then, lining up, I thrust forward, filling her completely.
“Sì,” she gasps as my ball sack slaps against her. I love how her body stretches to take me, then squeezes tight around my cock like she never wants to let me go.
“Do you like this position?” I ask, already knowing the answer as she rocks back onto me.
“Sì, sì. I’m so full.” Her voice is all husky sexiness, and I pump into her again.
Her hair falls as a curtain over her face, and I twine it around my fist so I can watch her come again.
“I’ve never fucked bare before. It’s feels amazing. You feel amazing.” I reach my free hand around to flick the hard nub of her clit. Her back arches, then dips.
“Ohhh, I-I-I’m going to come. Ahhhh, Antonio .” Her thighs clench as another orgasm tumbles through her.
Fuck . Her pussy milks me, and I pump faster into her heat. My cock pulsing in time with the thump of my heart.
My balls draw up and my vision blurs. Nothing else exists but this woman in this exquisite moment as I come long and hard, filling her with my cum.
Oh, fuck yeah. I wrap both of my arms tightly around her. She’s a rag doll in my embrace as I lie us down. My semi still inside her.
I brush back the still-damp swath of hair covering her face. “Are you all right?”
“Assolutamente,” she declares before wiggling her butt against me.
“I’m glad you’re good. But if you keep wiggling like that, I might never pull out.”
“Do you think that’s a threat?” She gives me a cute sideways look over her shoulder. “Because it sounds to me like a tempting option.”
“You’re insatiable and definitely my perfect woman.”
She giggles. “Lucky you married me, then.”
“I’m a very lucky man. But I don’t want to break you on the first night of our honeymoon, so I should probably look after you now.”
I slip out, then climb out of bed and pad across the tiled floor to the bathroom. With a damp washcloth and a towel, I return to the bed and gently clean her up.
“Are you hungry? We never did have our picnic.”
She blinks her eyelids open. “Sì, but do I have to get dressed?”
“I’d prefer you didn’t,” I reply, giving her a wink.
“Well then, let’s eat right here.” She props herself up with a couple of pillows when she sits.
And that’s what we do. A picnic with the most spectacular view ever—my naked wife.