52. Chapter Fifty-Two
Chapter Fifty-Two
Mariella
T eo growls, yes growls, before dropping his forehead onto mine.
“ Dolce mia , we are going to do this the right way.” He brushes his lips over mine again in a kiss so tender, it curls my toes.
What does that mean?
Are we going to….
“You are it for me. We will make love.”
I rejoice at the same time as a pang of trepidation runs through my body, my heart skipping a beat.
“On our wedding night.”
Oh.
That feeling of trepidation is replaced with disappointment.
I don’t want to wait.
Teo chuckles, reading me like a book.
“That doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy each other. There are many ways I can make your body sing.”
He kisses me again, and it empties my mind. His lips move from my mouth to my neck, sucking at the tender skin.
“Fuck. You are exquisite.” He moans as he lets go of my hands, ordering, “Keep them right there.”
I nod, mewling as he works his tongue over my nipple through the lace of the bra. He lifts his face from between my breasts, smiling up at me.
“I want to see every possible color and style of lingerie against your soft skin. And then I want the pleasure of slowly removing each and every scrap of fabric and admiring it on the floor.”
His words make my back arch from the bed as his warm mouth and tongue lick and trail kisses over my abdomen.
He loops his fingers through the waistband of my panties. On autopilot, as if this were the hundredth time we’ve done this and not the first, I lift my hips to allow him to strip me bare.
He stares at my center, and I squirm uncomfortably under his scrutiny. He’s touched me there before, brought me to climax, but this is the first time I’m naked with a man.
Father had insisted I get waxed there a few days before my wedding to Renaldo. Maybe bare and smooth is what Teo prefers too?
What if the hairs are already growing back? I haven’t checked. I didn’t think this would happen.
What if he doesn’t like it? He’s seen so many… umm, pussies.
What if mine is ugly?
Self-conscious, I try to close my legs and cover myself.
“Uh, uh, uh,” Teo admonishes. “Where did I tell you to leave those hands? Never try to hide what’s mine.”
He intertwines our fingers again and moves them back above my head, before sitting on his haunches and letting his gaze wander slowly down my body.
Oh God!
His eyes leave a trail of fire behind. I’m hot and bothered.
And I’m getting wetter the longer he looks at me. Is that normal?
His gaze on me is becoming too intense, and I turn my head.
“No, dolcezza .” His fingertips caress my cheek, gently cajoling until my head once more turns toward him and our eyes connect.
“Every inch of you is stunning. Not a single flaw. I couldn’t have dreamed you up better. I will worship this perfect body of yours until the end of time. Spread your legs wider. Let me see your perfect pussy.”
It’s unnerving how he stares at my center. It’s throbbing with need under his intensity.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he groans, eyes focused between my legs.
He runs a finger through my wetness and brings it to his mouth. I watch enthralled as he licks his digit, his eyes closing for a moment as if my taste is the most exquisite thing.
When they open again, they’ve turned black, his pupils blown with desire.
“Divine, dolcezza , I can’t wait to devour you. You’re soaked and swollen for me,” he says with a voice I’ve not heard from him before. It’s gravelly and deep and it makes my tummy somersault.
He lifts off me and slides down the bed, dropping onto his knees on the soft carpet. His fingers wrap around my ankles, pulling me down to the edge of the mattress until my legs hang over.
I yelp when he spreads my thighs, his hands digging into my skin to keep them open when I try to close them. His gaze zeroes in on my weeping pussy, and I swear the hunger in his eyes would make me agree to anything.
“So far I’ve only had my finger in you, but I need a proper taste. I might die otherwise.”
A bit dramatic perhaps, but I’ll take it.
I rise onto my elbows and watch, almost in disbelief, as he licks me from top to bottom.
I squirm.
The sensation is so foreign, I don’t know what to do with it.
Teo repeats the action, his tongue so capable it makes me writhe for more.
He kisses my core with the same passion he devoured my mouth earlier. His tongue works my clit with precision and I might go out of my mind if I don’t have more of him.
“I’ve done a little research,” he breathes against me as he finally, ever so slowly, pushes a finger inside me. “As long as I use just one and keep it on the top wall of your pussy, we should be fine.”
I’m about to tell him I don’t care if he breaks my hymen, but the words die on my tongue when he hooks his finger, rubbing a spot that has me seeing stars.
With his tongue circling my clit and his finger inside me, I’m climbing to that edge of insanity rapidly.
My hips have a mind of their own, moving involuntarily against his heavenly mouth.
“That’s it, dolcezza . Show me how much you want this,” Teo rasps.
I can only moan in response.
My orgasm builds in a slow, rolling wave that makes my entire body thrum with pleasure and heat.
Grabbing a fistful of Teo’s hair, I anchor him to me, never wanting him to stop.
I squeeze my eyes shut as every nerve ending in my body fizzes and pops. Mateo continues to devour my pussy like he’ll die if he doesn’t get more.
When I’m primed and ready to go flying over the edge, he eases away, lazily lapping at me while pumping his finger in and out but slower now. The peak I was hurling to fades into oblivion.
“Nooo,” I whine, and he chuckles.
“You’ll come when I’m good and ready to let you, and not a moment sooner. In the bedroom, I own every inch of you. All your orgasms are mine.”
I half moan, half pant.
His dirty mouth, it’s…
My thought is cut short when Teo tortures my clit again, reducing my bones to liquid.
But I’m not about to fall. He’s keeping me balanced on a knife’s edge.
“Whose are you, Mari?” he asks out of the blue.
What?
He pinches my clit gently, and I’m so ready to come, my whole body spasms.
“Please,” I plead, a surge of frustration balling up.
“Then tell me whose you are.”
I whimper when he toys with my clit again.
“Yours,” I pant. “I’m yours, Teo.”
“That’s right. Mine,” he all but growls.
He increases the pace, plunging his finger inside me while rubbing his thumb over my clit.
“Now come, Mari, and scream my name.”
An orgasm so powerful and intense rips through me, I almost pass out in a cloud of warm ecstasy.
I pant for breath, trying to stop my head from spinning.
I’m mush, but my senses are on overload.
Teo doesn’t stop. His finger keeps stroking that sensitive spot inside me, while his thumb draws soft circles around my clit, prolonging my release.
It lasts so long, it’s like I’m having an out-of-body experience.
I push his hand away, unable to take any more.
He removes his finger and brings it to his mouth, licking it dry. I watch mesmerized, my pussy trembling with aftershocks.
He moves up my body and gathers me into his arms. Maneuvering us up the bed, he pulls the covers over us. Exhausted, my head rests on his chest.
I’ve never felt this good in my life.
“If this is a taste of what’s to come on our wedding night, can we get married tomorrow?” I half-joke.
I look up at him, smiling, and he bends to look at me thoughtfully.
“If it wasn’t for Tiero, we would. But I promised him to wait till he’s back from Brazil.”
“You talked to your brother about marrying me already?” I’m stunned by the revelation.
“Of course,” he replies, his smile soft and genuine. “Now that I’ve got you, what’s the point in waiting?”