Chapter Fourteen #3
Maximus spoke in Italian, the tone making his deep voice even sexier.
A lot of Papa’s business associates spoke in Italian, but my understanding was limited and my spoken skills worse.
Mama had tended to take me to England with her in the summer holidays, so I had missed out on the holidays to Italy when my grandmama had been alive.
His body covered mine when he kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth in a deep and penetrating kiss that assaulted my senses, and stole all my words. My legs wrapped around him, my mouth joining his in a dance of lips and tongues.
Maximus was known for his intensity and relentlessness when he set his focus on something, and tonight I was that prey he was stalking.
His presence engulfed me, rendering me defenceless against what he was doing to my body.
His lips were weapons to slay me, his fingers ammunition that left impressions on my skin.
I sucked in a breath when his lips left mine to trail down my throat.
“Relax,” Maximus said against my ear.
“That’s easy for you to say,” I muttered. “That thing between your legs is the size of a battering ram, ready to invade my vagina.”
His laugh was husky, his fingers digging into my hips. “I promise you’ll feel nothing but pleasure.”
“Hmmm.”
Maximus used the tip of his tongue to create a path back to my breasts, his hand massaging the left one as his mouth descended to the right.
I moaned, my hips arching as he found a delicious link which ran from my breast to clit, my thighs tightening in response.
I couldn’t help myself, my fingers threading through his soft hair.
There was something about Maximus that made my walls lower, made me want to hand over full control of my body to him.
His lips tossed me into a world of sensation, where all that existed were the reactions he elicited from my body.
Never in a million years did I ever expect that his touch would feel like this.
I had fantasised about him, touched myself to his memory, but it was all pale in comparison to the man himself.
He kissed down my stomach, leaving me squirming as he attacked between my legs again, using his tongue to devastate me. His powerful hands held me down as I wiggled my hips, and tried to escape the mounting pressure deep in my stomach.
“Relax,” he said again, blowing against my heated skin. “Let yourself go.”
I bit down on my bottom lip, and moaned when he traced his fingers delicately over my lower lips. My mouth fell open as one of those fingers dipped inside me, exploring where no one had ever been before. He slowly rotated that finger, and then slowly began to rub a previously undiscovered area.
“Shit,” I muttered, my hips tilting upwards.
His lips smiled against the skin of my lower stomach. “Good?”
“I have no idea,” I confessed. “I’ve never felt anything like it before.”
“Let me show you how it’s supposed to feel,” Maximus said.
Whatever I was expecting, his mouth and fingers working in tandem created sensations I never believed existed outside the pages of the romance novels I read. My leg muscles tightened, a strange sensation built deep in my stomach, and the walls of my vagina pulsed a tribal beat.
I grabbed the sheets on either side of me, my heels digging into the mattress, and my pelvis tilting as I began to shake.
“Max,” I groaned, not knowing if I was begging him to continue or stop. “I can’t do this…”
He stopped to stare up at me, and his expression was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, his eyes dark and dangerous. He had my legs spread wide, and rested between them, and the image seared itself into my mind.
“You can, Livvie, and you will,” he commanded. “You belong to me, and that includes every single reaction of this beautiful body. I want to see you fall apart, watch as that barrier you hide behind finally breaks to leave you raw and naked.”
I was already physically naked, but he wanted more from me. He was delving to the essence of my soul, demanding to own every part of me.
He attacked me, adding another finger as he continued to rub vigorously.
The pressure continued to build in my lower stomach until I couldn’t take anymore, my body convulsing and sensitive as he continued to caress me.
“Max, please,” I begged.
He ignored me, his mouth a weapon which continued to attack me, his lips closing over my clit as he drew an erotic pattern with his tongue until I was screaming his name with my hips bucking against his mouth.
When I collapsed back on the bed, my hair was stuck to my face and shoulders with perspiration, my limbs languid, and the area between my legs so sensitive it was pulsing a low beat.
Maximus slowly kissed up my body from my pelvic bone to my stomach, between my breasts until he reached my mouth.
“Good?” he asked against my lips.
“Hmmm.” His bulge rubbed against my sensitive pelvis. “What happens now?”
“Now you go to sleep as I have no intention of our first time having sex being influenced by the amount of champagne you’ve consumed.”
My eyes flew open. “It’s our wedding night.”
“True, but we have decades for sex, so I can wait until you’re sober.” He kissed me, and I tried to swallow my disappointment. It was hard to do when he was above me, his body pressing into mine and tempting me forward toward sexual completion.
I trailed my fingernails down his back, feeling the way his muscles contracted under my touch. Maximus Rossi had been the fantasy of most of the woman in our world, his untouchable persona making each of us want to reach out and break through his fa?ade.
“How did we end up here?” I muttered.
He raised his head, his deep blue eyes boring into my soul. “Technically, you proposed, we said I do, and then we lost our clothes somewhere in the bedroom.”
I rolled my eyes. “That’s not what I meant. You were the fantasy of every girl I went to school with. I’ve watched women throwing themselves at you for years while you ignored them.”
“Maybe I was saving myself for you,” he replied, his smile making butterflies beat against my stomach.
“You could have had anyone,” I persisted.
“I didn’t want anyone.”
He had always been an enigma, answering questions with twisted phrases.
“What about him?” I asked.
His right eyebrow slowly rose. “Him?”
“The large, hard thing currently rubbing between my legs. Are you not supposed to rub it or something to make it go down?”
“Rub it? Like a magical lamp? Do I grant three wishes to you if you release the genie?” His grin made me blush because I had no idea what I was doing right now since I had never been exposed to men and their sexual inuendoes. Dale had avoided any talk of sex.
I closed my eyes for a moment to centre myself before exposing myself to the intensity of his stare. “Did you want me to release the genie?”
His head canted slightly to the side, and his teeth bit down on the side of his lip. “You don’t know what you’re asking,” he said in a low voice.
“You’re my husband,” I replied, trying to stabilise my out of control emotions. “I thought we agreed that what happened here remained between us?”
His hand wrapped around my throat to tilt my head back. “I’m barely holding onto my control, Livvie. A fucking virgin shouldn’t have found their way into my bed. A man like me has particular tastes, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
His touch was steel wrapped in a velvet glove, and there was something about the suppressed violence in him that made my thighs clench around him. There was a creature of darkness inside me that stretched herself in his presence.
“Then don’t,” I replied simply. “Teach me what you like.”
His eyes darkened until they were like sapphires. My hand tentatively slipped down his side, rounding at his ass cheek.
Maximus removed his hand from my throat, to guide my own hand on his ass to inside his trunks. He was soft and hard at the same time, his flesh straining against my hand.
“What do I do?” I asked, closing my eyes as I stroked the back of my fingers over his cock.
Maximus groaned, his body rigid. “Fucking hell,” he muttered. “Give me a second before I burst.”
He rolled onto the bed beside me, staring at the ceiling for several seconds before he moved his attention to me. There was an expression in his eyes that I had never seen before, and I didn’t know what it meant.
I stared transfixed as he pushed his boxer briefs down, revealing his hard cock which sprung free as if it was waving at me. There were small silver studs around the top of it.
“Is that jewellery?” I asked, curiosity overriding all my other emotions right now. “Do men usually decorate them?” I reached out to touch one of the studs, and he groaned again.
“It’s not a decoration,” Maximus grated out. “They are to enhance pleasure during sex.”
“Oh.” I rubbed my finger over it, and watched his reactions. “Does it bring pleasure to only the man?”
He grasped my wrist. “They are designed to rub your G-spot during sex, like my finger a few minutes ago.”
I traced my fingertip over the underside of his cock. “That’s bigger than your fingers,” I commented, part excited and part terrified.
He didn’t reply, lifting my hand and wrapping it around his cock that was definitely more than a handful. My fingers didn’t reach around it, and there were a few inches either side of my hand. He slowly began to move our hands up and down the length of his cock.
After a few moments of watching the motion we created, I moved my body closer, adding my other hand to the massage. Maximus groaned again, he head falling back onto the pillow.
“What does it feel like?” I asked, rolling the tip of my thumb over the four silver studs.
“Add more pressure and go faster,” he replied.
I squeezed the base of his cock, and then moved my hand faster. I wanted to give him what he had given me, so I dipped my head down and flicked the tip of my tongue to the top of his cock. His hips jolted up in response.
He stared at me, his jaw tight, and his eyes dark.
Maximus didn’t say a word, and his intense expression kept me transfixed as I continued to move my hand, using my tongue to tease his piercing.
I may not have done this before, but I’d read my fair share of book smut, and I was a book whore who had lived vicariously through the heroines who knew their way around a man’s body between the pages I devoured.
I traced the edge of my thumbnail over the area between his cock and his testicles since I’d read it was sensitive. He groaned, his eyes closing briefly, the look on his face making my breath catch.
Tentatively, I leaned forward, trying to swallow as much of his cock as possible, the tip hitting the back of my throat. I struggled with my gag reflex and those silver balls, my throat contracting as my eyes watered. His hand fisted in my hair, tilting my face up so he could watch me.
“Again,” Maximus commanded, as I pulled my head back until I was teasing the tip of his cock with my tongue.
I licked and flicked, rubbing the length of his cock, and taking him deep until those balls decorating his head made my throat contract. His hips moved rhythmically with my mouth and hand, until it felt like his cock was getting bigger and harder.
My pace sped up, my pressure increasing. Maximus released a guttural sound that made my thighs tighten before a stream of creamy liquid erupted from the tip of his cock.
“Fuck!” Maximus slumped back on the bed, his arm covering his eyes. “You were supposed to be a virgin. Where the hell did you get skills like that?”
“I read a lot,” I replied, and he removed his arm to watch me. “Sometimes paranormal romance, other times mafia romance. Many of the scenes are incredibly vivid, and are an idiots guide to sex and blowjobs.”
His eyebrows rose at my explanation. “I have no idea what to say to that, but one of the guys I went to college with always said he preferred the quiet girls who read as they are classy on the streets and a freak in the sheets. Maybe I should set you up a library?”
I shrugged one shoulder. “I hear practice helps.”
“Indeed. I’ve taken a few weeks off work for our honeymoon, so we’ll continue your education.”
His words echoed through me, sending shockwaves of arousal deep into my stomach.
I had never hoped to believe that I would be lucky enough to catch the attention of Maximus Rossi, never mind find his ring on my finger, and his presence in my bed.
Now that I was his wife, I didn’t know whether to be excited or terrified…