Chapter Thirty-One
(Sabrina)
Sabrina was having a wonderful dream. She floated in something soft, golden, and feathery, as the beginnings of something pleasurable swirled higher and higher within her. She gasped at the feeling of someone’s fingers pressing against her clit, and she mewled drowsily at the sensation.
The last thing she fully remembered was a room full of brown eyed Italian children showing off tricks and talents as she drank the best chianti she’d ever had.
Sabrina had a vague recollection of waking up in Cesare’s arms as people around them cheered.
He had carried her up the main stairs, softly urging her to go back to sleep.
She must have done so, because it was the last thing she remembered.
A shiver of arousal ran down her spine as Sabrina realized how much she entrusted her body to Cesare, and how safe he made her feel.
She slept better around him than she did on her own, much less around anyone else.
It was like her body already knew that she belonged to him; that all she needed to do was relax and let him take care of her.
Cesare’s firm body pressed against Sabrina’s from behind as he held her in his arms; one of his hands massaged her breast, and another pressed just there between her legs.
Her eyes fluttered open as Cesare leaned forward, enough to press his cheek against hers.
“Good morning, wife.” He drawled.
Sabrina’s hips bucked against Cesare’s solid hand as he applied more pressure, massaging circles into her sensitive clit.
“Cesare!” She gasped.
“No, baby.” Cesare shook his head gently, pressing a gentle kiss to her throat. “When we’re in bed, I am daddy or sir.” He instructed, his voice as silky as it was matter-of-fact.
“Not husband?” Sabrina gasped as he circled wider, his fingers drifting down towards her aching cunt.
Cesare groaned. “Say it again, tesoro.”
“Husband.” She answered huskily.
Cesare rewarded her by thrusting two fingers in at once, the fullness making her arch in pleasure as she cried out.
“Good girl. I like how that sounds coming from your lips.” He praised.
Sabrina could only nod as she buried her head in the pillow, moving her hips in tandem with his hand.
“So wet for me.” Cesare rasped. “I’m going to wake you up like this every morning, tesoro. Would you like that?” Cesare asked.
The ache between Sabrina’s legs intensified, and she let out a soft moan. She was so close.
“Every day, Sabrina.” He muttered. “I’m starting every day with my cock inside this tight little pussy.”
Sabrina nodded into the pillow and gave a soft-spun gasp as Cesare curled his fingers; picking up speed and intensifying pressure deep against the front wall of her channel until she trembled against his powerful body; her breath coming in helpless little puffs.
“Please!’ She pleaded.
“Come on my fingers, tesoro.” Cesare coaxed. “Give me a gift. So pretty for me, just like that.”
Sabrina arched with a cry as pleasure rippled through her body, her orgasm hitting fast and hard. Cesare continued to hold her in place, murmuring praise as she slowly came back to herself.
He held her gaze as he brought two slick fingers to his mouth and licked them.
Sabrina’s eyes darkened at the sight. Before her breath could return to normal, Cesare’s hand maneuvered back between her legs; rubbing circles over her clit once more.
“Cesare!” She gasped, shaking her head. “I can’t…”
“Nuh-uh.” He shook his head. “We’re in bed. Who am I?” He asked, pushing two fingers deep into her slick cunt.
“Daddy!” She cried out, her body arching against the delicious pressure.
“That’s it.” He praised, thrusting a third finger into her tight channel. “You can take it, baby.”
Sabrina let out an audible moan as she did her best to accept the pleasurable stretch. “It’s a lot.” She gasped out.
“What’s your color, pretty girl?” He asked, placing a kiss against her neck.
Sabrina ground against him, teasing her ass against the thick press of his hard length. “Green.” She answered breathlessly.
Cesare groaned at the feeling of her sweet pussy sucking him in; clenching around his fingers like she would soon clench around his cock. “So good for me.” Cesare swore.
“Feels so full.” She gasped out, closing her eyes as she floated in a building cloud of sensation.
“Need to get you ready for my cock, baby.” He coaxed; his words as filthy as his voice was sweet. “Going to take all of it, aren’t you?” He asked, kissing a trail from her neck up to the sensitive skin behind her ear.
Sabrina shuddered, turning into him as much as she could. “Don’t stop.” She whispered as her body shook with pleasure. “Please don’t stop.”
“I’ve got you, sweet girl. I’m not going anywhere.” Cesare tightened his grip on her as he thrust his fingers harder and deeper. “Going to give you fucking everything.”
Sabrina nodded as she pressed her face into the pillow, biting back a sound of pure desperation.
“Nu-uh.” Cesare shook his head. “I want to hear you when you come for me. Look at me.”
Sabrina turned back to look at Cesare, locking her eyes with his as she strained against him with a soft cry.
Cesare looked ravenous. “You’re ready to come, aren’t you?” He rasped the words against her skin.
“Yes!” Sabrina gasped out. “Please, daddy!” She begged prettily, lost to the sensations coursing through her body. She needed it; needed him.
“That’s it, come for me, baby. Just like that.” He coaxed, his words wrapping around her and tugging until she had no option but to obey.
Sabrina trembled as her body arched against his, surrendering to bliss as Cesare all but pushed her through it.