Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
If ever there was a time I needed to pinch myself to make sure I was awake and not dreaming about some unattainable fantasy, now would be it. My hand is gripped firmly in Daniella’s as I lead her through the front doors of my building. Stopping to introduce her to the doorman.
“John, this is my wife, Daniella,” I say with a proud-as-fuck smile on my face. Because anyone introducing this woman as their wife would be proud.
John’s eyes widen in surprise, but he catches himself quickly and nods at Daniella. “Congratulations, and it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Bianchi.”
Daniella’s smile is as wide as mine. I’m wondering if she’s had a lapse in mental capacity or perhaps she’s been possessed by something not of this world. Because I cannot for the life of me identify why she’s had such a quick change of heart when it comes to us.
I’m not stupid enough to question it, though. The papers are signed. She is my wife, and it will be a cold day in hell before I’ll ever let her go.
My hand grips tighter on hers. I’m still not convinced this is real or that she’s not going to try to change her mind and run out that door. She’s also really fucking quiet. She’s barely said two words since we left the chapel.
“Thank you,” she directs at John before I continue walking towards the elevator.
The doors close and I press my finger against the panel. “I’ll have your metrics put into the system,” I tell her.
“What?”
“To give you access,” I explain.
“Oh, okay.” She nods and stares at the steel doors.
As much as I want to say something else, ask her why the fuck she’s so quiet, I don’t.
Mostly because I don’t want to fuck this up.
But I get it. We just got fucking married.
A spur-of-the-moment decision. I get it.
I know it’s a lot to process, and she’s always got something negative going on in her head.
She has a lot of self-doubt, which I’m going to do my best to eliminate.
The doors open into my apartment. Daniella goes to step out before I drag her back. Bending, I scoop her up bridle-style.
“What are you doing?” she gasps.
“Carrying you over the threshold. We’re not starting this marriage off on the wrong foot,” I tell her.
When she smiles up at me with a look I haven’t seen on her face for a really fucking long time, I pause. Tempted to take my phone out and snap a picture. It’s love, happiness, that I see on her right now.
I walk straight into the bedroom. “Welcome home, Mrs. Bianchi,” I announce as I lean down and press my lips to hers briefly before throwing her onto the bed. “Now strip.”
Daniella laughs. “You’re bossy.” As the words spill from her mouth, her fingers are working at the buttons on her blouse.
“Not bossy. Just eager to consummate this marriage of ours before you change your mind.”
That has the smile leaving her face. Shit. I shouldn’t have voiced that thought out loud.
“I’m not changing my mind,” she says.
I shrug a shoulder as if it’s not a big deal. “It’s okay if you do. It won’t change a damn thing now, Dani. You are my wife, whether you want to be or not.”
“I want to be. I’ve always wanted to be yours, CJ.”
“You’ve always been mine.” My jacket lands on the floor, followed by my shirt.
Daniella’s eyes fall to my waist as I undo my belt. Her tongue darts out, licking her bottom lip.
“Daniella, you still have too much clothing on.”
“Shit…” She rips her blouse over her head, forgoing opening the buttons. Her skirt is next to go. Then, standing on the bed, she pulls on the zipper and lets it drop to the mattress before stepping over to me and jumping.
I shuffle backwards as I catch her, because there is no fucking way I’m dropping this woman. Pain rips through my wound. I fall on to the bed with Daniella beneath me. Burying my face in her neck as I kiss my way down the smooth skin. Doing my best to hide my discomfort from her.
Daniella’s hips lift off the mattress, her pussy seeking the friction.
“Need something, Dani?” I smirk as my mouth makes its way down past her collarbone to her breast.
“I need you,” she moans, her fingers pulling at my hair.
“I’m right here,” I tell her, pushing the lace of her bra aside and revealing one pert pink nipple. My mouth waters at the sight. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”
“I missed you too,” Dani says.
I look up at her and my smirk widens. “I was talking to your tits.”
“Well, they missed you too.”
Her laugh turns into a moan when my mouth latches around her nipple. Sucking, nibbling, licking the taut bud. Daniella’s hands tighten their grip on the back of my head, pushing my face into the flesh of her breast. If I suffocate with her tit in my mouth, you wouldn’t hear me complain.
My fingers push the lace down from her other breast as my mouth moves over. “Can’t have this side feeling left out,” I say before covering her nipple again.
“Oh god.” Dani squirms underneath me.
“Not god. CJ,” I remind her.
“Don’t stop,” she groans.
I chuckle as I let her nipple drop from my mouth.
Sitting up on my knees, I free my cock from my pants.
Wrap a hand around it and stroke myself three times.
Only letting my cock go so that I can tear the panties covering my little slice of heaven.
The lace rips with ease. Pulling the now-shredded material aside, I stare down at my favorite place.
Her pussy, shiny and glistening like a beacon calling to my dick.
“Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I say, running a single finger up the center of her wet folds. I then bring that same finger to my mouth and suck her essence from it. “Fucking delicious.”
“CJ!”
“Mhmm?” My eyes meet Daniella’s.
“Fuck me already,” she urges, wrapping her legs around my waist and attempting to pull me forward.
“Bossy. Is this how our marriage is going to be? You ordering me around?”
“Yes. Get used to it.”
I lift a shoulder and smile. “Happy wife, happy life, right?”
“Right,” Daniella agrees. “But seriously, CJ, I need you to put that dick of yours inside me before I burst.”
“I’m here to service your every need. That’s the job of a husband.” I line my cock up with her entrance.
“Yes, and I lucked out with a husband who has a great work ethic, one I know won’t slack on the job,” she tells me.
I sink my cock into her. Slowly. I don’t want to rush this. Fucking my wife for the first time should be an event to savor. Something to lock in the memory bank.
“Fuck, you feel good. This pussy of mine is fucking perfection.”
“Yours?”
“You. Are. Mine,” I tell her. “My Wife.” I pull out and thrust back in. “Mine.”
“Yes!” Daniella moans. “Yours.”
As much as I wanted to hold back, to take this slow, I can’t. She feels so fucking good. And before I know it, I’m fucking her with every ounce of energy I have. “I’m going to need you to come, Dani. I want to feel your pussy milking my cock.”
“Shit, don’t stop.” Dani’s hips rise and fall, her movements meeting me thrust for thrust. Her nails dig into my back, scratching down the center of my spine. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s drawn blood.
Daniella doesn’t need to tell me not to stop, because fucking my wife is going to be my new priority in life.
“I fucking love you.” My lips slam onto hers. I feel her body seize up, and her pussy convulses around my cock as she comes.
Seconds later, I’m following her over the edge, spilling my seed inside her. I roll on to my back and drag her on top of me, without breaking our connection. I’m not ever going to be ready to have my dick leave her cunt.
“I love you,” Dani whispers as she presses a gentle kiss to my lips.
“Thank fuck,” I grunt when she leans on me.
“Shit, CJ.” Daniella sits up and stares down at the dressing on my abdomen. “You’re bleeding. This shouldn’t be bleeding still,” she says.
“It’s fine. I just overdid it,” I tell her.
“It’s not fine. We should call a doctor.”
“I don’t need a doctor. I’ll just change the dressing.” Cupping her face in my hands, I make her eyes connect with mine. “I’m fine,” I assure her.
“You would tell me if you weren’t, right?” she asks.
Not a chance in hell.
“Of course I would,” I say, putting her mind at ease.