Chapter 26 #2
He silenced me by his touch alone, his thumb brushing my cheek as his gaze intensified.
“You wear a wedding band, I know,” he breathed.
“But I want you to have this, too. I want to show you and everyone else that you’re mine.
And that I’m yours.” His words were simple, but they carried the weight of a thousand unspoken truths.
My chest tightened, and my eyes stung with unshed tears.
Reaching up, I traced the scar on his cheek. “I don’t need a ring to know that,” I whispered.
“Maybe not.” He smiled. “But I do.”
There was a clearing of a throat beside us, bringing us back to reality and out of our bubble. “Sorry to interrupt, but would you like your purchase wrapped, Signor Ricci?”
“No, thank you. She’ll be wearing it now,” Lorenzo replied, rising to his feet before handing his card to the shopkeeper. “Charge the amount to this.”
“Thank you. It’s beautiful.” I whispered, admiring the ring that graced my finger.
“Nowhere near as beautiful as you.” He wrapped his arms around me, bringing his lips to mine in a sweet, gentle kiss. “That was cliché, wasn’t it?” He chuckled, kissing me one more time.
“Not at all,” I responded, mirroring his laugh.
Once the ring was purchased, we said our goodbyes and headed back into the bustling square where live music played. It was incredible witnessing the laughter, love, and secrets of the city.
The scent of citrus from nearby orchards mingled with the aroma of freshly baked cannoli, creating a heady perfume that hung heavy in the air.
Strings of twinkling fairy lights criss crossed above, casting a warm, festive glow over the bustling crowd.
We drifted over to where the band played, and I couldn’t hide how happy I was at that moment.
Lorenzo pulled me into his arms, his hands settling on my hips as we swayed to the music. “What are you doing?” I exclaimed.
“Dancing with my wife like I should have done at our wedding,” he said, leaning in closer as I melted into him. I rested my head on his chest, his heartbeat a gentle rhythm against my ear as the rest of the world seemed to fade away.
The music swelled around us, the notes wrapping us in a cocoon of intimacy. His hand moved up to cradle my face, his thumb brushing my cheek. “Let’s go home.” He kissed my forehead. “I need you all to myself.”
Just as I needed him.
***
Lorenzo ascended the stairs with me in his arms, his feet thudding softly against the marble. Once we reached the bedroom, he placed me gently on my feet.I stood before him with longing eyes.
“Lorenzo…” I whispered, my voice thick with desire. “I need you. I need you to lose control with me tonight.”
He paused for a second, his eyes darkening as they locked onto mine.
I noticed something primal passing between us.
Without a word, his hands slid up my arms, setting my body alight with his touch alone.
He lowered the straps of my dress down my arms, letting it fall to the floor.
It pooled at my feet, leaving me standing bare before him.
My breathing quickened as my breasts rose and fell harder than before.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice a rough whisper as his lips curled into a faint, dangerous smile that matched his hungry gaze.
“I’m sure,” I replied, my hands reaching for the buttons of his shirt, pausing to wait for his word.
“Carry on,” he growled as I slowly undid each button one by one, revealing the intricate ink that decorated his chest. I tugged his shirt free, letting it fall to the floor before moving to his belt.
As his pants slid down his legs, he kicked them aside, standing before me in nothing but his boxers.
His cock was already hard, pressing against the fabric, and I couldn’t hide the breath that hitched at the sight.
Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees, my hands reaching for the waistband of his boxers.
Pulling them down slowly, my eyes locked on his.
I took him in my hands, my fingers tracing the length of him.
“Anastacia,” he groaned, his voice a warning, but I didn’t stop. I wouldn’t. I leaned forward, my lips brushing the tip of his cock, my tongue flicking out to taste him. He tasted like pure desire.
I lowered my mouth down his cock, taking him deep.
My lips wrapped tightly around him, my tongue swirling as I bobbed my head.
Gripping his thighs, my nails dug into his skin as I took him as far as I could.
Lorenzo hissed, his hands tangling in my hair, his fingers fisting the waves that cascaded down my back as he guided my movements.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his voice thick with need.
“You’re going to make me fucking lose it. ”
I didn’t respond, my mouth too full of him.
I sucked him harder, my cheeks hollowing as my mouth moved faster, while my tongue teased the sensitive underside of his cock.
His breath came in sharp gasps, his body tensing as he fought for control.
But I wasn’t giving him any. I wanted him to lose it. I wanted him to let go completely.
“I’m going to come, Ana.” His voice was rough as he moaned. “You’re going to swallow every fucking drop,” he commanded, and I was more than happy to obey. I moaned around him, the vibration sending him over the edge.
With a deep groan, his cock pulsed against my tongue as he filled my mouth with his cum. I swallowed greedily, closing my eyes as I savoured the taste of him.
He reached down, his hand cupping my cheek as his thumb brushed my lips. “Get on the bed.”
I obeyed, climbing onto the bed, my body already flushed and trembling. Lorenzo followed me, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at me. “Turn around and bend over,” he demanded. His hands gripped my hips as he pressed the tip of his cock against my entrance.
“Is my wife ready?” he asked, his voice a low growl. “Are you sure you want me to lose control?”
“Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely audible as I waited with anticipation.
He thrust into me in one smooth motion, his cock buried deep inside my wet heat.
“Fuck!” I cried out, my head falling forwards as he began to move, his hips snapping against mine in a relentless rhythm, fucking me hard and fast.
His hands gripping my hips tightly, my breath coming in sharp gasps. “Lorenzo,” I moaned, my voice breaking as he buried himself deeper, his cock filling me completely. “Harder… Please.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. His thrusts became more urgent, more desperate. His hands fisted my hair, yanking my head back. “This is what you want, isn’t it? You fucking love it, don’t you?” he growled, his lips brushing my ear. “You like being fucked like my little slut.”
“I do… Fuck, I do,” I whimpered as he continued to fill me while I fisted the sheets. “Please…”
“Keep fucking begging, wife, until I let you come,” he demanded, his fingers digging into my hip. “You take me so fucking well,” he praised.
His cock throbbed inside me as I revelled in everything he was giving me. He was pushing me closer to the edge, and I couldn’t hold on much longer. “Please, Lorenzo, please…” I moaned. Pleasure built inside me as I waited for him to let me come. As I waited for his words. “Lor—” I whimpered.
"Come for me," his words were intoxicating, seizing my senses as I surrendered completely to the overwhelming passion he ignited.
With a final, brutal thrust, he followed me and came, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his cum. My moans came out loud and breathless as my body shook, my orgasm ripping through me at record speed, soaking his cock with my arousal.
“Fuck, Ana,” he roared from behind me, his fingers marking my skin.
He leaned down, pressing a kiss to my shoulder as his arm snaked around my waist, pulling me up into him. We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies joined as we came down from the high we were riding.
“Are you okay?” he whispered, pulling out of me slowly.
“Never been better.” I smiled as he guided me onto my back.
He laid on the bed beside me as I nestled in against him, resting my head on his shoulder. I let my fingers trace that ink on his chest as I watched his breathing steady. His fingers teased my skin as he skated them up and down my back.
“Thank you for today. It’s been something else completely,” I whispered as I started to drift off to sleep.
“I’d recreate it every day for the rest of your life if it meant I got to see you smile the way you did.” He kissed my temple, a moment that was so tender and loving. “Sweet dreams, my wife.”