Chapter 25
ENZO
“Stay right here for a second,” I say to my wife, as I stop right in front of our closed bedroom door.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
Pushing the door open, I lift her up into my arms and step into the room. “Walking my wife over the threshold.”
I didn’t want to lift her from downstairs and bring her all the way up here, so as not to put any unnecessary pressure on her belly. I quickly walk over to the bed and put her down on the edge of it.
“I already live here,” she laughs.
“Doesn’t matter. This is our bedroom, and it’s technically your first time in here since becoming my wife,” I explain.
“Mmm. I love hearing you call me your wife,” she murmurs.
“Well, don’t worry. You’ll be hearing a lot of that from me,” I tell her, winking before turning around to go close the door behind us.
As the lock clicks, the rest of the world beyond this door disappears.
I turn around, and for a moment I don’t move, neither does she.
I just stand there and take her in, our gazes locked onto one another, as the faint hum of the music from downstairs can still be heard.
But right now, it’s just her. It’s just us in this room.
My motherfucking wife.
All mine.
I watch as she begins to fidget when I just keep staring at her.
Truth is, I still can’t believe she belongs to me.
Her fingers brush the edge of her veil as if she forgot it’s even there.
Just then, her rings catch the light, and a wave of possessive energy washes over me.
Oh yeah, she’s all mine with those rings on her finger.
The dress looked even more gorgeous on her than I imagined. She literally took my breath away when I first glimpsed her wearing it.
But right now, there’s too much fabric on her. I want to see her gorgeous naked body already. I’ve been dying to fuck her since yesterday! Who would have thought I’d be suffering from blue balls on my wedding day?
I slowly walk back over to her, but I don’t touch her right away. There’s a question in her eyes. I’m sure she thought I’d be devouring her as soon as we made it up here, with the way I’ve had her on edge since yesterday.
But no, I want to take my time with her tonight. Though I’m barely holding on to my restraint, as it stands. I gently pull her up to her feet, stepping back to take a moment to run my appreciative gaze over her body, admiring her.
“Did I tell you how beautiful you looked today?” I ask, and she shakes her head. “My bad, baby. You looked so gorgeous today, it made me speechless. You have no idea what you looked like walking down the aisle toward me. You were a fucking vision, so pretty like an angel.”
“Thank you,” she replies, a pretty pink blush staining her cheeks.
“Thank God we didn’t have a big wedding because I would’ve had to gouge some eyes out for looking at what’s mine,” I growl, while she just throws her head back and laughs, the sound a happy one.
“Pretty sure that can’t be helped at any wedding. I mean, the bride and groom are usually the center of attention.”
“I’ve been thinking about this dress all afternoon. Thinking about how I can’t wait to strip it off you,” I murmur, both of my hands holding her face, fingers curving along her jaw as I tilt her face up to mine before I slowly lean down and press my lips to hers.
When I pull away, there’s a dazed look in her eyes. I brush a thumb across her lower lip, slow and deliberate, as her breath catches.
Her tongue peeks out, licking the tip of my thumb, and a groan leaves me. She’s playing dirty tonight.
I dip my head down again; the first touch of our lips slows, then deepens. Still holding her jaw, my fingers tighten slightly to control the pace.
I think my wife is getting impatient. From the looks of things, I’m already driving her wild. She lets out a whiny exhale, which makes me chuckle.
“What’s the matter, wife?”
“Are you going to torture me for the rest of the night?”
“I haven’t decided yet,” I smirk.
“Enzooo!” she whines, needily, I might add.
“Yes, baby.”
“Stop fucking playing!” she growls.
“Damn, is my pussy that needy, babe?”
“Yes! So do something about it!” she spits, with fire in her eyes.
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll just fuck myself with my fingers. Hell, I might even go find someone else who wouldn’t mind satisfying my needs because my husband won’t do the job,” she smirks.
Check. Mate.
“Over. My. Dead. Fucking. Body,” I growl, my hand gripping the back of her neck. I pull her in and slam my lips down onto hers.
This kiss is fast and angry, passionate. She moans into my mouth, and I grip her bottom lip with my teeth and pull. Not hard to hurt, but just enough to cause a little sting before I’m devouring her mouth again. We’re both breathing hard by the time we pull away.
“Now, was that so hard?” the little minx asks with a wicked smile on her face.
“You’re lucky you’re pregnant, babe. Or the spanking I’d give you, you wouldn’t be able to walk for a week. But don’t worry, your ass will still be hurting by the time I’m done with you tonight since I’m taking it all,” I grin, evilly.
I step behind her and take the veil out of her hair before pushing the straps of her dress down her shoulders. Using my fingers, I lightly trail them across her shoulder toward the nape of her neck, my light caresses causing her to shiver.
“Gesù Cristo! I’m going to fucking stab you in your sleep!” She huffs.
“Tsk, tsk. Now, la mia regina, is that any way to talk to il tuo re?” I question, with an eyebrow raised.
“It’s the only appropriate way, especially when he’s determined to drive me crazy!” she exclaims.
“Bene, bene. Don’t get your panties in a twist. Il tuo re is at your service,” I tease.
I move my hand to the back of her dress, finding the hidden zipper before I slowly start to pull it down.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been thinking about this?” I murmur, placing light kisses on the already exposed skin on her shoulders and back.
“Clearly not long enough since you’re moving so damn slow,” she whimpers.
“Patience is a virtue, amore mio,” I murmur.
“Well, it’s definitely not a virtue I possess,” she mutters.
“I guess you’ll just have to find it then, because I want to unwrap my gift slowly.”
She doesn’t answer, but her breathing grows heavy and uneven when the zipper is pulled all the way down. I see two thin straps making an X in the middle of her back, peeking out at me. Ooo, now I’m intrigued.
“What do you have on under this dress for me, amore mio?”
“You’ll just have to finish undressing me to see,” she says, a smirk crossing her face as she turns her head to look at me over her shoulder.
“I’m a patient man,” I say, grinning at her. “Mmm. All of this belongs to me now. No other man will ever get to see what’s mine,” I tell her, possession coating my every word.
I step up to her, and she lets out a moan when I push my front flush against her back and grind my rock-hard erection into her ass, while cupping her breasts over the dress.
God, her breasts have already gotten bigger, and I can’t wait to suck on them later. As a matter of fact, I can’t wait to drink her milk right from the source when she starts producing it. Just thinking about it has my cock getting stiffer, almost to the point of pain.
I push her dress down, and when it finally slips free, pooling at her feet, I’m not looking at it at all. Instead, I’m focused on what she was wearing under it.
“Fuck, babe! You look hot as fuck,” I groan.
“And to think you would’ve gotten to it sooner if you didn’t insist on teasing me,” she smirks.
She’s wearing a white one-piece lace bodysuit. The straps cross, forming an X on her back, with the bottom at the back a thong.
When I turn her around, the top has a deep V down her chest that has her breasts peeking out. The bottom barely covers her fat pussy, and fucking hell, the sight of her pregnant belly under the lace is such a fucking turn on.
“Gesù Cristo, tesoro!” I groan, walking us over to the couch in our room. I sit down and brace back, splaying my legs out a bit and motioning for her to come sit in my lap.
Right now, I’m still in my suit pants and white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows, having gotten rid of my tuxedo jacket a while ago.
My wife crawls onto my lap and sets her ass down directly onto my hard cock. She grinds down on it, causing both of us to moan at the sensation. Fuck! That feels good. I wrap my hand around her neck and pull her toward my mouth, kissing her with fervor.
“Mmm,” she groans into the kiss, all the while she’s still grinding her pussy on my bulge, the front of my slacks already wet with her juices.
“Damn, wife. Your pussy is soaking wet and dripping for me already,” I remark, when we pull away to catch our breaths since both of us are breathing heavily.
“Because you’ve been teasing me for so long,” she whimpers.
“Which is going to make you come so fucking hard soon,” I smirk.
“I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“Tell me, what did you do today?” I command, my lips trailing kisses along her neck.
I lick, bite, and then suck on her flesh there because I want to leave my mark on her. I want everyone to know she’s mine.
“What?” she asks, confused, the pleasure of my kisses not making her think straight.
“What was the highlight of your day?”
“All the relaxing I did this morning,” she says, a wicked smirk on her face because she knows that’s not what I want to hear.
“What else?” I question, giving her a slap to the ass that has her moaning at the sting.
“Got married to you,” she says.
“Mmm. You didn’t just marry me, baby. You fucking bound yourself to me for life. Which means you belong to me, body and soul. I’ll kill any man who touches what’s mine.”
“Yeah, well, if you ever let another woman touch what’s MINE, I’ll do the same,” she counters, and I grin at my psycho wife. Fuck! I love this woman!
“That’s never going to happen because you’re it for me,” I tell her, shutting her up with another kiss when she goes to speak.
As the kiss gets deeper and heavier, her body melts into mine.
My wife is just so fucking perfect! My finger slides down her front, and I squeeze the globe of her breast in my hand before pinching and tweaking one of her nipples.
I move my hand further down until my palm is splayed on her stomach, my touch reverent as it lingers on her skin for a few seconds, where my baby lies.
Then I finally make my way down to her pussy. God, she has such a gorgeous-as-fuck pussy. And it was my undoing. Though I wouldn’t change any of it. I’d let her pussy conquer me any damn time.
Slipping my hand under the lace fabric covering her sex, I rub my finger along her slit. She’s already wet, and while I continue to stroke her folds, I feel more liquid leaking onto my fingers, drenching them.
A second later, I lift her from my lap and set her down on her feet before walking her over to the oversized chaise lounge chair so we’ll have more space, and she’ll be more comfortable for what I have planned for her.
I lay her back on it and settle her so that her ass is close to the edge. Then I spread her legs and rip the flimsy string of the thong from her suit in half, leaving her cunt bare for my perusal.
I push my fingers inside her pussy again, coating it in more of her juices before moving my hand to her ass and slipping a digit inside, pushing in until I’m two knuckles deep inside her tight little hole, and her muscle clenches around my finger.
“Relax your muscle, babe. Let me into this sweet ass of yours,” I tell her, coaxing her to do my bidding. When she relaxes, I begin to move my finger in and out of her in a steady rhythm. “That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good for me.”
“Ahh, fuck!” she breathes. Fucking her with my finger has loosened her up a little, so I add another one in with the first so that I can stretch her ass more.
“Look at you, following my instructions like a good little girl. You are my good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” she groans.
“So, fucking soft and sweet. So damn hot and tight. All mine! Aren’t you?”
“All yours—” she gasps, as I continue to finger fuck her ass.
Her untouched hole is tight, and I can’t fucking wait to fill it up with my cock. Just thinking about breaching her snug hole has me going from stiff to painfully hard. I continue to pump in and out of her, and her ass clenches and unclenches around my fingers.
“Mmm, you like having my fingers inside your tight little asshole, don’t you babe?” I ask, and she lets out a hot little moan.
“Yes!”
“What about my cock? Do you want me to force my big cock inside that small hole and stretch it until I’m all the way inside that delectable ass?”
“Yes, yes, yes! Please! I-I need it! I need you inside my ass. I want to feel it,” she blubbers through the pleasure.
She’s rocking her little ass in time with my thrusting, and when I feel like she’s open enough, I add another finger inside her, making it three fingers deep as I speed up the strokes, stretching her out some more.
When I feel like she’s ready enough, I pull my fingers out of her, slapping her on the ass because it’s just there in view.
I get to my feet and slowly take the rest of my clothes off, giving her a wink when I notice she’s staring at my every move, a hungry and needy expression on her face.