87. Chapter Eighty-Seven
Chapter Eighty-Seven
Mariella
M y mouth goes dry as I take in my husband standing before me.
Tanned skin stretched taut over broad shoulders, sculpted muscles, defined abs, powerful thighs, and his long thick cock bobbing against his abdomen. He’s all strength, raw masculinity, and mine .
I’ve had him in my mouth countless times since we became an item, but the thought of taking him inside me is intimidating.
I can’t tell him that, though. Not when his nerves have only just settled. Not when his eyes burn with such tenderness, so much hunger.
Thankfully, before I can think too much, he moves and covers my body with his, warmth meeting warmth as he settles between my thighs. A soft gasp escapes me just as his mouth claims mine in a long, drugging kiss, stealing my breath, my thoughts, everything.
Teo wraps one arm around my back, pulling me flush against him, my full breasts pressing into the hard planes of his chest. His mouth finds the sensitive spot below my ear, his lips teasing and his teeth nipping just enough to give me shivers.
His thick length presses between my legs, sliding through the slick heat that’s been building ever since we stepped back inside. He groans as our bodies move together, my arousal coating him until we’re both slippery with my need for him.
We grind in a slow, torturous rhythm, the fat head of his cock dragging over my clit with every roll of his hips. Sparks fire through me, the pleasure so sharp, so overwhelming, my fingers dig into his shoulders.
“Oh, that feels so nice,” I moan, wrapping my legs around his hips to hold him exactly where I want him.
He does it again. And again. Each deliberate movement makes my back arch, desperate to eliminate any distance between us.
“Teo, please.”
I don’t even know what I’m begging for, only that I need more. Need him. And I’m so close. So damn close, and that’s without him even being inside me.
“Chase your high, dolcezza ,” he whispers into my ear before drowning me in more kisses.
My orgasm hits me in a fast, hard wave that leaves me with aftershocks as he grinds his cock against my clit.
“The way you come, I can’t get enough of seeing you like that,” he rasps.
My only response is a blissful, satisfied smile while I close my eyes, fighting for breath.
Teo shifts slightly, his cock nudging my entrance now. He slowly pushes forward, his tip entering me.
My eyes fly open.
Despite the pleasure still coursing through me, I tense, the sensation so foreign. Even just the tip of his cock is so much bigger than his finger.
Teo stills above me the second he senses me tense, his body rigid with restraint. His eyes darken with worry, scanning my face for any sign of discomfort.
“I’m okay.” I force a smile, though I know he sees right through it.
He doesn’t move, just breathes heavily, his forehead beaded with sweat, his muscles trembling as he holds himself up. When he finally pushes forward again, he meets resistance and stops immediately, a sharp breath hissing through his teeth.
A giggle bubbles up and escapes before I can stop it. It’s absurd, really.
We’ve explored each other’s bodies with abandon, chased pleasure in every way possible, prepared for this moment in every way and yet here we are, my big, powerful, usually so sure-of-himself husband frozen with hesitation, terrified of hurting me.
My laughter makes him slip a little deeper, and I groan, half in pleasure, half in discomfort.
“God, you’re so big. There’s no room for you at the inn,” I say between breathless chuckles.
His forlorn expression only makes me laugh harder, until soon, Teo’s lips twitch, and then he’s laughing too, the tension between us evaporating.
“Tell you what,” I say, wiping a tear from my eye, “how about you let me set the pace?”
His smile fades, replaced by a frown. He opens his mouth to protest, but I cut him off.
“I know you like being in charge, and I love that.” I run my hands down his arms, enjoying his hard, corded muscles beneath my fingers. “But you’re too worried about hurting me to enjoy this. I’ve got us.”
His jaw flexes, his nostrils flaring as he considers my words. Then, finally, he exhales a long breath and nods.
“Okay, dolcezza . You take the lead.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to reply before his lips crash against mine, stealing my breath, melting away my nerves. It’s only when he shifts slightly that I remember the thick burning pressure between my thighs.
I press against his shoulders, urging him onto his back. His gaze stays locked on me as I straddle him, my chest rising and falling in sync with his. My fingers splay over his solid chest, the wild drum of his heart beneath my palms.
Teo watches as I reach between us, positioning the thick head of his cock at my entrance.
“It’s going to be too deep like this,” he warns, his voice husky.
I ignore him. Maybe I should listen. He has all the experience, after all, but I need to be in control, need to take him at my own pace.
I lower myself just an inch, and his tip pushes inside me once more. A sharp gasp escapes me, my thighs trembling. I sink a little farther, my tunnel stretching around him until I get to that resistance again.
Oh my God. This is it.
This feels so foreign. My pussy is stretched uncomfortably.
My heart races.
Fuck.
He’s going to fit. He has to. I’ve never heard of anyone being split in half, no matter how much it feels like that’s going to happen right now.
I can do this. I want this.
“Kiss me, dolcezza ,” Mateo rasps, breaking through my pep talk. His voice is raw, his tone somewhere between restraint and desperation.
Of course, he’s noticed my hesitation. How could he not? His hawk-like gaze is locked onto me, reading every flicker of uncertainty in my eyes.
Before I can second-guess myself, he pulls me down into a kiss, stealing away my doubts. His lips are soft, coaxing, but beneath the sweetness, I taste urgency. Need.
Mateo cups my face in his large, warm hands, his thumbs stroking my skin in soothing circles.
“Look at me,” he murmurs, his forehead resting against mine. “Don’t take your eyes off me while you sink down onto your husband’s cock.”
I hadn’t even realized I’d closed them.
When I open them, his face is right there, so close that his breath tickles over my lips.
“You’re doing so good,” he murmurs. “I’m so impressed how you’re taking charge. You’re so brave.”
He kisses me again. I feel worshipped with every press of his lips. His tongue sweeps against mine, drawing me deeper, while his hands caress my body, stoking the fire between us until it burns up the last of my hesitation.
Slowly, so slowly, I let my weight sink against the resistance keeping him out.
I don’t force it, just let my body open, let myself adjust, let him in.
Teo’s mouth moves to my neck, his open lips pressing wet, heated kisses along my throat. Enveloped in his warmth, his scent, his touch, I finally relax. And the more I do, the further his cock slides inside me.
Until, after what seems like an eternity, he’s buried in me balls deep.
We both gasp, our chests rising and falling as though we’ve run a marathon. His eyes hold mine, anchoring me, and despite my body stretching beyond its old limits, I’ve never felt closer to anyone.
“I’m in, dolce mia ,” Mateo soothes, pressing his forehead to mine. “All the way in. You’ve done it.”
Sweat beads on his temples from the effort it’s taking to hold still, to give me time to adjust. He kisses me reverently, his lips lingering, his breath uneven.
There’s no space between us, nothing but skin, heat, and the frantic drum of our heartbeats.
The realization sparks something primal inside me. Arousal, deep and unstoppable, rushes through me.
Teo groans, his body tensing. “You feel so good, dolcezza . I’ve never felt anything like this.”
A fresh wave of slickness gushes around him, and his grip on control frays.
“That’s it,” he praises, his voice hoarse, barely his own.
He brushes damp hair from my face, kissing every inch of skin, reverent and wild all at once.
Then, so carefully, he rolls us over, settling me beneath him. He balances on his elbows, his weight a comforting press, his cock still buried deep inside me. His eyes search mine as he lowers his head, rubbing his nose against mine in a slow, tender caress.
“I’m going to move now,” he whispers, his voice all honey and heat.
I slide my hands up his back, enjoying the ripple of his muscles beneath my fingertips, and pull him closer.
“Mateo…”
My breath hitches as he retreats, his cock sliding out inch by inch before pushing back in just as slowly. I dig my fingers into his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for the heat of his lips.
His movements are slow, measured, deep, stretching me open and making me feel every inch of his length.
And though the urge to close my eyes is overwhelming, I can’t.
Our connection is too deep, too raw, too real to break. His soul brands mine, and I let it consume me.
“You’re mine now,” Mateo whispers against my lips, his voice rough with possession. “Mine alone.”
A moan spills from me, my body reacting instinctively to his words. His tone is so dark, so sure, it sends a delicious shiver through me.
He kisses me as he keeps up his slow, thorough pace, his lips trailing from my mouth to my jaw, down to my throat. I arch into him, running my hands over the firm muscles of his back, reveling in the power coiled beneath his skin, desperate to unleash.
He picks up his pace gradually, rolling his hips just right, hitting that spot inside me with each precise thrust. I’m so grateful he knows what he’s doing. I never thought I’d appreciate all of his experience, but right now, I really, really do.
Mateo makes me feel safe, cherished, desired.
There are no words to describe what it’s like to have him inside me. Any discomfort from earlier has faded, replaced by something hypnotic. The feel of his lips, the scent of his skin, the way he holds me with so much command yet so much adoration… I can’t get enough.
His groans in my ear are raw and unrestrained, the sound sending another ripple of pleasure through me. His thrusts become unsteady, more urgent, and my body tightens around him, never wanting to let him go.
Between slow, drugging kisses, his fingers find my clit.
My breath stutters. My toes curl.
His fingers move in sync with his cock, circling and stroking, building the tension higher. I whimper against his mouth, barely able to hold on.
“Normally, I’d make you come once or twice before me,” he pants, voice thick with restraint. “But tonight, I want us to come together.”
My body clenches at his words, heat pooling in my core, pressure mounting so fast it steals my breath. I can’t speak. I can’t think. I can only feel.
“Come for me, Mari,” he growls, his forehead pressing to mine. “Come for your husband.”
I shatter.
My orgasm rips through me, tearing me apart and piecing me back together all at once. I cry out his name, nails sinking into his back as my body pulses around him, pleasure crashing over me in wave after wave.
With a final deep, claiming thrust, Mateo follows, groaning against my skin as he spills into me, his body trembling from the force of his release.
For a moment, neither of us moves.
His forehead stays pressed to mine, our breaths mingling, chests rising and falling in sync.
The air is thick with heat, with the scent of sex, sweat and something new… something sacred.
Mateo shifts, brushing damp strands of hair from my face with a tenderness that steals my breath all over again.
“You okay, dolcezza ?”
A slow, sated smile tugs at my lips. “More than okay. Perfect.”
His gaze softens. He kisses me, slow and deep, as if sealing something between us.
And I know, without a doubt, I belong to him and he to me.