36. Vivi
VIVI
I’m done waiting. Done thinking. I want my husband. Tonight. On what’s been the best night of my life.
This is my gift to me. And, damn, if Gio isn’t the best one I’ve ever seen, handsome as sin in the clean lines of his shirt and trousers.
Custom-tailored clothes I’m in the process of destroying.
I’ve got one side of his shirt untucked, and I’m wreaking havoc on the buttons, threads snapping as I yank them free.
“Calma, bella. Calma.”
Gio covers my hands, stilling my movements as he backs me toward the bed. My bum bumps the mattress, and Gio lifts me, sitting me on the bedspread with ease.
Then he’s gone, stepping away. Eyes locked on mine, hands hovering over his waistband. “Clothes off?”
I bite my tongue. Nod.
Gio strips. Methodically. Unmooring shirt buttons with steady hands, first down his chest, then expert flicks that loosen his cuffs. One shrug of his hard shoulders and the fabric falls to the ground.
I clench my fingers into the bedcovers, gaze eating up the wide planes of muscle and bold ink that make up my husband’s chest. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen him shirtless, but it’s the first time I’m doing it knowing that he’s mine. That I get to touch him, feel him, any way I like.
I lick my lips.
Gio smirks. Deservedly. “Like what you see, bella?”
“Sì, husband. But you’re not done yet.” I tip my chin at his legs. It earns me a chuckle.
Then Gio is toeing off his shoes, stripping his socks, and undoing his fly. A button, a zip, and the fabric sags against his hips. He captures my eyes with his, holding me captive as he pushes his pants and boxer briefs off in one smooth motion.
Then he’s completely, astonishingly naked. And absolutely fucking gorgeous. An architectural masterpiece of bone and muscle, dark skin and even darker hair, long-healed scars and tattoos traversing a body that knows how to live. Knows how to kill. Knows how to fuck.
His cock is hard, jutting out from between angular hips. Gio grips it, stroking lazily as he prowls toward the bed. My thighs clench as I watch him touch himself so casually.
“Is this what you wanted, Vivi?”
I have to swallow hard before I can manage, “Yes.”
He’s even closer, his thighs nearly brushing my knees. The bed is high. My toes don’t reach the ground. But my head still only reaches his collarbone. I have to lean back, catch myself on one arm as he shifts closer.
Not close enough.
Gio drags his eyes from my face, down my neck, lingering on my breasts. They’re already heavy, aching. Nipples pushed hard against layers of lace and satin.
My husband traces one finger along the gown’s neckline, dipping the tip into my cleavage, holding there. “The things I’ve dreamed about doing to your tits, bella...the ways I can touch them and make you scream.”
My breath stutters, heat flashing beneath my skin. Instinctively, my thighs open, the fabric of the gown pulling over my lap.
The dress is beautiful. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever worn. And it’s in the way.
I start to tug at the straps, wriggling my hips so I can wrangle the dress up and over my thighs. Gio stops me, fingers catching me behind one knee.
“Not yet, bella. There’s something I’ve been dying to do since you put this on.”
I lift a brow, throat too dry to ask the question.
Not that it matters, because I lose the ability to speak as Gio pushes my legs even wider, dragging the luxurious fabric over my thighs and hips as he sinks to his knees.
In this new position, his face is level with my lap. Nothing but my lacy underwear between my pussy and his ravenous gaze.
“Remember what I said about sex being so much better if you’re wet?”
I nod, thoughts vaporizing as I watch Gio’s hands travel higher, higher. His clever fingers capture my panties. Pull.
Then they’re gone, and I’m naked from the waist down, exposed, Gio staring up at me from between the cushion of my thighs. “It’s my job to make sure you’re fucking soaked.”
Then Gio is slinging my legs over his shoulders, his hands spreading me wide as he presses his mouth to my core.
His tongue touches my clit. My back arches. My neck dissolving as Gio eats, devouring like a man who has been starved.
I drop to one elbow, my other hand buried in his thick hair. Gio licks through my folds, lapping at my arousal, circling my clit with his tongue.
The pleasure is exquisite, building fast. I gasp, unable to keep my breathing to any kind of normal pace. It’s stunted, erratic. My bare feet scrabble against his broad back.
Gio licks deeper, sinking his tongue inside me. Stroking until my hips are begging for more.
Dark eyes flash at me from between my thighs. “You taste so fucking good, bella. If you were my last meal on earth, I’d die a happy man.”
He licks his lips. I moan, vision going lopsided as Gio circles back to my clit. Ringing it with his tongue until my legs are shaking and I’m pulling his hair so hard it’s got to hurt.
Then he sucks, nipping the swollen bud until I’m crying out, begging him to make me come.
His answering groan is dark, feral. Gio pushes my legs wider, eating me with abandon, thrusting a finger inside my channel as he works my clit.
I’ve lost all sense of embarrassment, of modesty. My hips are rocking against his face, my arousal slicking his mouth, his finger. Gio curls that finger, touching a part deep inside me. Stroking faster as he sucks my clit one more time.
That’s when I come, screaming, my whole body shaking as heat detonates between my thighs and pleasure rolls through my pussy, soaking my thighs and my husband’s face as he softens his strokes but doesn’t stop.
“Fuck, Vivi. You’re so fucking gorgeous when you come.”
I look down through cracked eyelids. His eyes are fogged with lust, adoration. He pins me with them as he licks his lips, savoring my taste.
“That was…” I can barely think, let alone speak. “That felt…amazing.”
Gio stands, the rise of his chest fast, heavy. “You are fucking amazing. So sweet, lush. So fucking sexy.”
I trail a hand down to my thighs. Suck in a breath when I feel the remnants of my orgasm on my skin. “And wet.”
Gio’s grin is dark, wicked. “So fucking wet.” He presses his lips to satin still covering my stomach, my chest. Tongues his way around the diamonds circling my neck.
I can smell myself on him. Taste myself in his kiss. I’m sweet, tangy, and I feel my body softening again as our lips lock, tongues tangle.
I drag my hands down his bare back, dig my nails into the divots above his impeccably hard ass.
Gio is hot and unyielding above me, hands braced on either side of my head. His hips are flush against mine, his cock pressing against my core in a way that makes my limbs turn to jelly.
“Take off my dress.” I catch his eyes, hold them. “I need my dress off. I need you inside me.”
Gio answers me with a kiss, my breath caught in my throat as he conquers my mouth. Thoughts scattering as he strips me bare.
When Gio lifts his mouth again, I’m fully naked.
He drags his gaze from my face down to my toes, memorizing every line and dip, every curve and slope. He shapes one hand to my breast. I overflow his fingers, my nipple a needy peak against his palm. Gio squeezes. The muscles in my core clench.
He does it again, his mouth finding my other breast. A low groan of appreciation rippling through his chest as he sucks and caresses. Each one sending another arrow of need directly to my pussy.
“Gio, please…”
He looks up, breath coasting across damp skin. “What do you want, bella? Tell me.”
“You, inside me. Please.”
Gio grips one of my legs, drapes it around his hip. He’s propped on one arm, his feet on the floor, his torso curled over me where I’m spread across his bed. His cock is thick, heavy, cradled between my thighs.
He brushes a wisp of hair off my face, licks a line up my neck. “Do you want me to fuck you, birthday girl?”
My leg clenches around his hip. Eyelids flutter. Fingers grabbing at his waist. “Yes.”
Those wicked lips caress the line of my jaw. “Say it. Tell me.”
A command as much as a plea. Gio’s body is shaking. Tiny tremors that prove he’s as desperate as I am.
I drag my hands up his spine. Anchor my fingers in his hair. Ghost my mouth across his. “Fuck me, husband. Fuck me, fill me. Make me come.”
His groan is unhinged, his kiss anything but controlled.
We’re both panting when he breaks away. Gio presses his forehead against mine as he drags the head of his cock through my folds. It’s broad, wider than I realized. “Is this going to hurt?”
Gio’s brows pinch. He cradles my skull in his palm. “I’m sorry, amore. It will. At first. Then I’ll do everything I can to make you feel amazing.”
I nod, giving him the sign he’s waiting for. We’re eye to eye, breath to breath as he notches himself inside me. Just the tip and already the stretch is intense.
“Hold on to me, bella. I’m going to touch you,” he says. “Stroke your clit as I push inside.”
He does, shifting his hand from his cock to my clit, capturing my own moisture with his thumb, making lazy circles. Then, he’s pushing himself deeper.
My breath snags, my vision turning fuzzy as my husband looks down on me. Sweat glistens on his temples. The angles of his face are sharpened with concentration as he slowly thrusts inside.
“You’re doing so well, bella. You feel so fucking good.” He’s deeper still, his lungs expanding as he sucks in a breath, his thumb circling and circling until tiny sparks are tingling along my nerves, lighting up my senses.
Gio hits a barrier inside me.
I can’t swallow the surprise, or the bite of pain.
His brow drops, his mouth falling open as my pussy clenches around him. “Fuck, Vivi, baby. I’m sorry. Just—just kiss me.”
I do, melding my lips against his, exploring his mouth with my tongue, losing myself in his wet heat and his taste as Gio strokes me, using his fingers to drive my arousal higher and higher. Then, with a sharp thrust, he fills me completely.
There’s a burst of pain.
Intense, fleeting.
He holds himself still. Eyes finding mine. “Breathe, bella, breathe.”
I do, filling my lungs as Gio slowly begins to rock his hips. “Vaffanculo, bella. You’re so tight. So fucking wet. You feel better than I ever imagined.”
“And you feel…really big.”
Gio laughs. Humor flashing in his eyes until my pussy clenches, channel tightening as he picks up his rhythm. He’s thrusting harder now, pulling his cock from my body before driving deep again.
Over and over, making space for himself inside my body. I love it. Love the sensation of being filled by him. Loved by him.
Gio’s chest drags against my nipples. His pelvis is hitting my clit. Every exhale breaks against my mouth as his thrusts get faster, stronger.
“Bella, fuck!” His voice dies on a groan. He pulls a nipple into his mouth, sucks.
My back arches, my eyes rolling back as another orgasm builds.
Gio’s hand is on the top of my slit. His thumb stroking me again, a delicious friction that has my nails dragging against his scalp.
“Come for me again, bella. I want to feel you come around my cock. Feel you soak me.”
My heart trips. Blood pumping so fast as an orgasm builds and builds, fire licking across my skin as Gio uses his mouth and his hand and his cock to enslave my body to his.
It’s glorious. Fucking magnificent. I love having him above me, inside me, filling me so fully as I crest the wave, shouting his name as I come again.
My whole body seizes, pleasure holding me hostage as my pussy grips Gio’s cock. Pulsing as I bathe him in my release.
It’s erotic, messy, and it breaks what’s left of Gio’s self-control. With an animalistic growl, he stands, using both hands to wrap my legs around his waist. Sweat trails down his chest, his jaw hinged wide as he stares at the place we’re joined.
He watches his cock disappear into my body, thrust after thrust, before it becomes too much and his head rocks back, his shoulders bunching as he gets so close to coming.
“Fuck, Vivi, fuck. You feel so goddamn good. I’m so fucking close.
” He drops his chin to his chest, grip punishing as he spreads me even wider.
Drives into me even deeper. “I’m going to fill you with my cum, bella.
Fill that gorgeous pussy until you’re dripping with me.
I’m marking you as mine.” His voice is pure dominance. “You are fucking mine.”
Then he’s coming. I feel his shaft swell, stretching me even wider as heat floods my womb. Gio’s groaning my name, his body jerking as he loses himself inside me.
I hold him tight, sympathetic shocks of pleasure rippling through me, making my pussy clench around him, capturing everything he’s giving me.
Eventually, Gio drags us fully onto the bed before he collapses. We’re still tangled together. He’s half-hard inside me, one of my legs slung over his hip, our arms wrapped around each other. Gio tucks my head against his shoulder. His fingers draw lazy patterns against my skull.
“How do you feel, bella?” His voice is drowsy, relaxed.
“Sore,” I answer honestly. “Sore and absolutely fucking fantastic.”
Gio laughs, kisses my forehead. “Excellent use of the word fucking, bella.”
“And you?”
Gio sobers. Meets my eyes. “Honestly, Vivi. I’ve never felt like this before in my life.”
Something in his expression makes my heart turn over, then race. “Like what?”
“Like I’m actually fucking alive.”