25. Matilde #2
Just as the ministrations of his mouth threaten to shove me past all reason, his hand dips between my thighs.
Startled by the touch down there, I quiver, but Nico’s voice is rasping softly in my ear, silencing the dreadful memories.
“Brava, bella ragazza. These pretty panties are stuck to your pussy, aren’t they?
Shall I remove them? How about we allow your pussy to wet something else? ”
Dazed, I watch open-mouthed as his fingers dig into the lacy fabric and tear it away as easily as tissue paper. My pulse pounds, and my body hums, overwhelmed with curiosity for what comes next. Then, he sinks to his knees on the hard marble floor, his face even with my pussy.
“The lady at the spa… I could not let her finish,” I say, blushing again.
His eyes meet mine. “It made you uncomfortable?”
“Yes. I know it is custom for the bride to be waxed-”
“I don’t fucking care about customs. I care that you feel good, and you’re fucking perfect just as you are.
” He caresses my leg, reverently tracing the scar where I once fell from my father’s fence before gliding down until he reaches one of my shoes.
He deftly tugs it off before removing the other.
Only my stockings remain, and I’m completely bare for him with my legs spread.
“You’re glistening for me, honey. I can’t wait to taste your nectar.
Scoot closer,” Nico urges, tugging at my hips.
It finally dawns on me what he intends to do. Shame raises its unwanted head, and my throat is dry. “You can’t,” I croak.
I place my hand on his forehead, and he pauses, glancing up at me curiously. “Because of the abduction?” he murmurs, gently.
“No, because my mother said… My stepmother said our mouths are meant for eating and giving praise. She said this was a sin,” I finish in Italian, turning my head away and feeling incredibly vulnerable from the admittance, my position and my naiveté.
"What else did she name a sin?"
I try to look away, but Nico captures my chin with his fingers, waiting. "She said… It is why you said it looked painful that night when you saw me… I could not…"
"You're ashamed to touch yourself?" I shudder with embarrassment. "Have you ever made yourself come?"
"I have tried but…" My eyes feel hot, tears are forming. He won't want that on his wedding night. "I bet you wish you married another girl now."
He slowly shakes his head. “No, I don't. So, this was the counsel of the stepmother who did not love you? The woman who couldn’t accept you as her daughter despite raising you for seventeen years because of her husband’s sin?
” I nod, blinking back my tears. “We will not be listening to that woman’s advice when it comes to anything, Matilde.
Certainly not our marriage or sex life, capisci? ”
Touched by his fiercely sweet words, I agree.
“Good because your wicked husband is going to eat your pussy now, and you’re going to watch me praise you with every stroke of my tongue.”
A shocked breath escapes followed by a moan when he buries his face between my thighs and languidly drags his tongue through my pussy lips. It feels incredibly good. When he gives my clit a teasing lick, I grasp the faucet to keep from flying off the counter. “Oh Dio.”
“No, it’s Nico,” he corrects with a grin. “Say my name when I’m worshipping you, wife.”
Another heavenly swipe of his tongue and that extra bit of attention to my clit has me eager to comply. “Nico… Nico… Nico…” The litany falls from my lips as he laps at me.
His hand slides in to join his tongue, massaging my clit as his tongue probes my opening.
“Does this please you?” His voice is so gruff and sexy.
I nod helplessly before closing my eyes to focus on the sensation.
“Bene,” he murmurs against my thigh. “I want your juices coating my tongue.
Will you give your husband what he wants, wife? "
"Yes."
"Say my name.”
“Nico.”
“See? You want to be my good girl.”
I shoot him an annoyed look, making him chuckle, but I can’t stay annoyed when he slides his tongue inside, tasting me and teasing me. It’s a strange invasion but pleasurable.
When his finger takes its place, I tense. It hurts a bit. But he starts rapidly flicking my clit with his tongue just so, and the gentle in-and-out exploration soon feels good. He dips down to lick my pussy again, filthy words of praise dripping from his lips.
“I need to prepare you for my cock,” he husks, and two fingers slip inside. “Fuck… You’re going to drive me out of my mind.”
My brow furrows at his complaint, but he peppers the inside of my thighs with kisses before unleashing more of his wicked tongue’s magic. Fast little flicks before pressing down and his fingers are pressing, too, finding some hidden place that steers me toward a sharp and tantalizing precipice.
“Yes, tesoro,” he groans, lapping up more of my arousal. “Dammi tutto, give me all of it.”
Surrendering, I step off the cliff, happily tumbling into the void as my back arches and my toes curl. Lazily, I float in that sweet nothingness, only vaguely aware that Nico is peeling off my stockings as he continues to lick me clean.
My face is warm but not with shame when I come back to myself enough to speak. “That was…”
I cannot find the words, not in any language, so I reach for his face, cupping his scarred cheek.
And he bolts to his feet so quickly I’m certain we’re about to be attacked.
“Do you wish to stop?”
The unexpected question, the sudden break from our intimacy throws me off balance, but I manage to shake my head.