25. Chapter 25
Chapter 25
Camila Flores
T he moment Vicente closes the door, the man is on me—kissing me and trying to get rid of my dress. I laugh nervously at his eagerness to get me naked, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t just as desperate to be with him as he is with me.
Although the confrontation with his parents shook me, I’m glad they left peacefully. I hope we can meet with them soon and smooth things over.
“Is this okay, or I’m going too fast?” he asks between kisses, bringing me back to the moment.
I chuckle. “You’re going fast, but I think this first time is going to be quick and unceremonious."
He bites my neck and immediately sucks at the spot, making it feel better. I breathe through my teeth.
I never knew I would find pleasure in pain, but here we are.
He’s going to make me self-combust if he doesn’t get inside me soon.
“You’re not wrong, wife. I can’t wait to taste you.”
He looks for a way to untie my dress, but I know it is going to take time.
“Vicente. It’s laces, we need to do it well, otherwise, it’ll take hours to get me out of this dress.”
He growls, but he’s on a mission. Determined, he turns me around and places kisses on my shoulders as he starts untying the laces.
My hands go behind me, trying to touch him, to feel him, while he works on my dress. The moment I find what I’m looking for, I tug, and Vicente moans.
Oh my goodness, he feels so bi g. I’ve been celibate for far too long. Wetness pools in my panties, and all I can do is squirm in place. I’m so ready for him, it’s borderline painful.
“Done,” he says, pulling my dress down.
I step out of it and turn around to face him.
“You’re a fucking vision, Camila Godoy,” Vicente says as he goes for my lips and a rush of pride runs through me as I hear him calling me by his name.
I feel a riot of butterflies taking off in my belly. The need for this man to own me, to claim me—it’s an aphrodisiac.
He walks me a couple of steps until the backs of my legs hit the bed, and I let myself fall onto it. I’m only wearing my underwear, while Vicente is still fully dressed.
He leans forward, ready to climb on top of me, but I lift a finger and wag it from side to side. “Nuh-uh. You’re wearing too many clothes.”
He stares at me, momentarily dazed, then looks at himself and huffs.
“Fuck, you’re right,” he mutters.
I chuckle at how wild he looks right now, but my chuckle dies the moment he starts to undress. First the tailcoat flies off, followed by his tie. He’s too desperate to undo the buttons on his shirt one by one, so they all go next in one hurried motion.
When he unbuckles his belt, I squeeze my legs, trying to find some sort of relief. The whooshing sound of the leather against the fabric of his trousers sends a shiver through my spine.
He throws the belt on the bed, and once he unbuttons his trousers, they come off along with his briefs in one swift move.
Holy mother of everything that’s holy. This man is huge .
I know I haven’t seen a dick in many, many years, but wow. Vicente is hung—and can I add, his dick is gorgeous? Big, thick, and with a very prominent vein running from tip to bottom—my mouth waters at the sight and I lick my lips in anticipation.
A sexy smirk spreads across his lips, and when I try to sit up to taste him, he raises a brow and shakes his head.
“No, wife. I cannot wait to taste you.”
He lowers himself in front of me, and all I can see is his head spreading my legs.
I tug at his hair, and he bites the inside of my thigh. He really is trying to kill me, surely. I can’t find another explanation for all the teasing he’s making me go through before he makes me come.
Suddenly, I feel something cold teasing my core, and I frown.
What is he doing?
He moves my panties to the side, and then I feel it again—something cold and rigid. Is that metal?
I lift my head up, and when I see what he’s using, my mouth falls open.
“Did you think I was going to tie your hands with my belt? he asks, rubbing my clit with the buckle.
I nod, unable to form words. I’m not the most experienced girl, but I’ve never heard or read anyone using a belt buckle during foreplay. I must say, though, it works.
It’s a racket belt buckle, so it has a big, smooth surface that Vicente expertly uses to tease my clit mercilessly. The buckle spreads my lips, and he applies just the right amount of pressure on my most sensitive spot.
The coldness of the metal creates a tingling sensation that adds to the experience, and I’m thoroughly enjoying it.
“That’s for amateurs,” he adds.
I feel myself going weak at his attention. All I can manage is a moan. So instead of making sense of what’s happening, I let myself feel.
He smiles against my thigh, and then I feel a finger entering me as the belt buckle continues its assault on my clit.
Holy hell. I can feel my orgasm building faster than ever.
My hips start moving in tandem with Vicente’s finger, then he adds another, going in so deep, I can’t contain the scream of pleasure that escapes my lips.
I’m suddenly blinded by my impending orgasm, and all I can do is enjoy it as I continue to gyrate my hips.
“That was beautiful, wife. Are you ready to take my cock?” Vicente asks as he licks the belt buckle, and I swear another jolt of pleasure hits my core.
I nod impatiently as he gently lays on top of me, quickly making work of removing my bra, then my panties.
“Do you want me to use protection? I’m clean,” he asks, breathing hard through his nose.
I can see how hard he’s trying to contain himself.
“No, it’s okay. I’m clean…”
I haven’t even finished saying the words when I yelp at his sudden invasion.
“Fuck. Did I hurt you?” he asks, concern evident in his eyes.
“No, no. It’s just that I feel so full right now. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”
Understanding dawns on him, and he immediately stops moving.
Leaning down, he starts trailing kisses up my neck. I begin to relax and get used to his size as he continues his ministrations.
I kiss his cheek, his jaw—everywhere that I can. I’ve been ogling him more than I care to admit, but as I explore his body, I realize the real Vicente is even better than any fantasy I could have imagined. His skin is soft, and his scent is intoxicating. His hair is thick, and I love the feel of it in my hands. I can’t get enough of him.
The moment I move my hips, he looks at me, and I nod at him. A silent conversation between us, like we’re old lovers who have done this dance thousands of times before.
He starts moving slowly, in and out. I’m so wet, he practically slips in without any friction. It feels so good that I start panting, and Vicente picks up speed.
“You like that, wife? Do you like how I make you mine?”
All I can manage to do is moan, and that’s enough for Vicente to piston in and out of me.
“You drive me crazy, wife.”
I feel the orgasm building, and instead of speaking, I take deep breaths to ride it out.
The moment I dig my nails into Vicente’s back, I feel him pushing deeper inside of me, hitting my G-spot. I ride one pleasure wave after the other. When I release a breath through my mouth, Vicente finally lets go, and I can feel him spasming inside me.
Once our breathing has calmed down, Vicente collapses on top of me, and feeling him chuckle makes me happy.
“I take it, you liked it?” I ask him.
He lifts his head to look me in the eyes. “Liked it? Wife, if you just liked that, then I suck at this and need to fuck you thoroughly.”
A fit of laughter escapes me, and my movement makes Vicente’s cock stir inside me.
“And you’re laughing now?”
Instead of pulling out of me, he places his thumb against my clit, and my laughter turns into a moan.
“Much better,” he declares as he continues to rub my clit and takes my lips in his. He kisses me and nibbles at my lips, and within a couple of minutes, he’s hard again.
“This time I’m going to take my time,” he says as he starts moving inside me.
Feeling more empowered after the multiple orgasms he’s given me, I grab his arse cheeks and motion for him to move.
“What?” he asks, breaking the kiss.
I trail a finger down his chest. “I want to be on top,” I say, a smirk on my face.
His pupils darken, desire flaring in his gaze “Yes, ma’am.”
With effortless strength, he shifts, maneuvering us until I’m straddling him.
“I love how you handle me like I weigh nothing,” I admit, always feeling self-conscious about my weight and figure.
“That’s because you’re perfect, wife,” he says, leaning up to take my lips again.
I start moving my hips and love the way he matches my rhythm—I feel cherished by him. His hands go to my tits, and when he starts playing with my nipples, another wave of pleasure washes through me.
I kiss him until my lips feel raw, but I don’t care. This is definitely one of the best days of my life.
Vicente’s thumb finds my clit again, and this time we both come together. His kiss silences my cries, but I know this orgasm was earth-shattering.
“Was that better than like?” he asks once we’ve calmed down our breathing.
When I don’t reply immediately, he manages to get on top of me, his eyes scanning my face.
I try my best to keep a poker face, but after a few beats, I can’t resist and start laughing uncontrollably.
“Are you fucking with me, Camila? Because that was the best sex I’ve had in my entire fucking life, and if it wasn’t the same for you, then I’m at a loss,” he says and sighs.
I open my eyes to look at him. Is he really affected by this?
My man and his fragile ego.
“It was amazing,” I say as I cradle his face in my hands. “But you’re too easy to rile up.”
I bite my lip and his eyes go from calm to hungry again.
His gaze drops to my lips, and the moment they touch, I can feel him growing hard again.
Just then, there’s a knock on the door.
“Mummy?” Ava’s tired voice comes from the other side of the door.
Vicente and I sigh in unison.
“Tonight,” he says simply before he gives me a quick kiss and gets up.
“I’ll be right out sweetie. Go play with Gabo and Isa for five more minutes,” I call to her.
Vicente helps me out of the bed and smacks my arse. “I’ll start the shower. We can’t go out and take care of Ava like this.”
I follow him to the bathroom, and when I look at myself in the mirror, I understand what he means. My hair is a wild mess, and the spot on my neck where he bit me is starting to redden—I’ll have a hickey for sure.
I smile at the thought. Being thoroughly fucked by my husband wasn’t on my bingo card, but I can’t complain.
Not one single bit.