13. Emilio
Caterina and I actually try going on a date. It’s our honeymoon, and I’m not allowed to work, so I figure I might as well give it a try. If I’m stuck with her forever, a part of me wants to like her. I already like her body, so that’s not the problem. It’s everything else.
It’s her mood. Her behavior. How she acts purposefully defiant just to piss me off.
But I’m going to try. I made a promise to Caterina and my family. I will make this marriage work because that’s what is expected of me.
The restaurant we go to is upscale and one of the best five-star restaurants I could find in Rome. I only go to the best restaurants.
Of course, Caterina wanted to wear a slinky red dress that was more appropriate for the club than a nice restaurant, but all my efforts to get her to change were in vain. She ignored me and then reminded me I needed to stop bossing her around.
So, here we are, sitting in a restaurant with Caterina in a skimpy dress. I try to not let it bother me, but I notice other men in the room taking glances at her. It makes me clench the menu between my hands.
“Men are staring,” I murmur.
Caterina makes a big show of looking around. “Uh. Didn’t notice. But that’s just because you have such a hot wife. Of course, they want to check me out.” She tosses her hair over her shoulder and flashes a smile at the man at the table next to us. He flushes from getting caught looking at her and ducks his head. She turns back to me. “See? It’s harmless.”
“You shouldn’t be flirting with other men. I’m your husband.”
“Would you prefer I flirt with you? Because I can, but it seems like whenever I open my mouth, you’d rather wish I close it.”
I sigh and set the menu down. “I … you’re right. I do tend to say things like that.”
“I can’t win, Emilio. I’ll never be perfect enough for you.”
I look at Caterina’s open, vulnerable face and realize she’s right again. I make it impossible for her to be good enough. She’ll never be the wife I want her to be, and I’ll just have to learn to live with that.
I just have no clue how to start accepting her for her when she gets me so riled up.
“You don’t have to be perfect,” I finally say. “You’ve kept to your word. You haven’t gotten into trouble these past few days, and I’m thankful for that.”
“You’re welcome.” She trails her fingers over my hand. “And you know, I’d much prefer to flirt with you than any of the other men here. I wore this dress”—she nods down at the hint of cleavage—“for you. I want you to want me, Emilio. I love our sex life. I don’t want that change. But I want you to like me. Why is that so hard for you?”
The question is—do I want Caterina to like me? I’ve never cared if someone likes me or not. But then, I’ve never been married before.
I think I want Caterina to like me just like she wants me to like her. Ever since we met, she’s been asking to get to know me. It’s up to me to open up. I just have no idea how.
“I do like you,” I tell her.
She snorts. “Really?”
“And then you say something like that, and it makes me not like you so much.”
“Sorry. Continue.”
“I know you think I hate you, but I don’t. Not really. You’re my wife now. I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you’re safe. If I really hated you, then I wouldn’t even be on this date right now.” Her eyes soften as I talk, which spurs me on to continue. “I just have … an issue with control. I like things to be my way, and you constantly defy me. It frustrates me.”
“Then maybe you need to learn to let go of some of that control.” She stands up and grabs my hand. “Come on.”
“Come on where? We haven’t even ordered our food yet.”
“Just come on. Trust me.”
“That’s the thing—I don’t trust you.”
She rolls her eyes. “Just come on, Emilio.”
I sigh but get up and follow her. She leads me to the restroom, which is more upscale and cleaner than any restroom I’ve ever been in before. There’s a vase of flowers on the counter.
Caterina pushes me up against the wall before kneeling.
“What are you doing?” I ask, but then I quickly what she’s up to as she unzips my pants and pulls my cock out. It’s only semi-hard. “Caterina. We’re in a public bathroom.”
“And you need to learn to let go of some of that control you’ve been clinging to.” She begins stroking me, and the pleasure makes my cock grow harder. When her fingers skim along my balls, I almost lose it right there.
“You don’t even know what you’re doing,” I say. “You’ve never done this before.”
“How do you know?” She smirks.
I frown down at her. “I know you haven’t.”
“Fine. I haven’t. But I’m a fast learner.” She strokes me harder until my fully erect …
… and then she takes my cock into her mouth.
At first, it’s just the tip. She swirls her tongue around, and it lights my body on fire. Fuck, it feels good. I can’t remember the last time had a blowjob.
Moving from the tip up, she takes even more of me into her mouth. Caterina takes her time sucking and licking me all while cupping my balls. Her confidence is outstanding. I’ll admit. It’s one of the things I like the most about her. It’s also what gets her into trouble a lot of the time.
She lifts her eyes to look up at me, and it causes me to almost come right then and there. I groan and drop my head back against the wall. Caterina has a control over me right now that I hate. I have to be in control.
But it also feels too good to stop it, so I don’t.
She continues pleasuring me with her mouth until I can’t take it any longer.
“I’m going to come,” I say.
She doesn’t move away and gives me a defiant look in her eyes. She wants me to come in her mouth.
The next time she licks her tongue over the tip of my cock, I let go. My seed fills her up. I let myself groan and not think for just a moment.
Caterina swallows without protesting. Once I’m done, she pulls back. “That was … interesting,” she says.
“You can say that again.”
Just then, a man walks into the restroom. I quickly shove my cock away. He stops when he sees Caterina on her knees and then smirks.
“How much do you charge?” he asks her.
She goes beet red and stands up. “How dare you! I’m not a prostitute.”
I walk right up to the man and grab his jacket. “You don’t get to talk about my wife like that. Now leave before I fucking punch you.”
His eyes widen, and he scurries out of the room.
I turn back to Caterina. “You didn’t lock the door?”
She shrugs. “I forgot.”
And then I start laughing. The sensation hits me without me even expecting it. I can’t remember the last time I’ve ever truly just … laughed.
Caterina stares at me for a moment before laughing with me. We’re laughing so hard we have to lean against the counter.
After a moment, our laughter slowly subsides.
“Thank you,” she says. “For defending my honor.”
“Of course. You’re my wife. I always will.” I pause. “But that’s what you get for sucking me off in a public restroom.”
She gasps and smiles and swats at my arm. “You’re …”
“I’m what?”
She looks me up and down. “I like this more playful side to you. I want to see it more.”
“Keep giving me blowjobs like that, and you will.”
She swats my arm again. “You’ve never gone down on me. Tit for tat, Emilio.”
I walk over to the door and lock it. Then I walk back to Caterina and lift her onto the counter before shoving her dress up and ripping her panties down.
She moans softly and arches her hips. Kneeling, I rest her legs over my shoulders before I put my mouth on her pussy. The cry that escapes her is so loud, I’m worried someone will hear. But my worry doesn’t last long as I go down on her.
I run my tongue along her clit and folds. Her wetness is covering my lips. She tastes so fucking good. I could do this forever.
Caterina leans back on her hands and bucks her hips up closer to my mouth. She keeps moaning and moaning. It’s a powerful feeling that I’m the one doing this to her. That I’m the one making her feel this good.
As my tongue licks circles around her clit, her breath comes out ragged. Her cheeks are flushed. Her eyes are shut. And her lips are parted in pleasure.
She’s never looked more beautiful.
“Oh! Oh!” she repeats. Her hands grip the back of my head, pressing my face even closer to her pussy. I eat her out like a man who’s never had food before.
My hands grip her thighs and keep her in place.
And then, with one more lick of my tongue along her clit, she comes, moaning loudly.
I continue to kiss her pussy while she trembles and shakes, and then when she’s done, I pull back and stand up.
She stays on the counter, staring up at me. “I think we might be able to make this relationship work after all.”
I can only smile.