Chapter 15 #2
"My god." I reached around her and pulled her down, so she was laying on my chest. Running my hand over her damp hair, I sighed.
"You're in control here. If you want to try something, you can ask me without embarrassment.
Nothing is off-limits for me, except sharing you with someone.
I don't share things that are important to me. "
She sat up slightly and looked at me, her breasts lightly brushing against my chest, making it very hard to concentrate. "You're saying I'm important to you?"
"The most important thing in my life." Slipping my hand into her hair, I pulled her toward me.
Her lips pressed against mine tentatively.
Why had I said that? I had no intention of revealing how much she'd wormed her way into my soul, but there I was staring at her, blabbing all my feelings like she'd given me truth serum.
The vanilla and roses of her shampoo filled my nose as her hair fell around my head, creating a curtain where only she and I were allowed to be. Her silky-smooth skin against mine was better than any expensive garment I'd owned. I wanted her more than I'd wanted anything in my life before.
"Nico, can we, um, see if you fit in me again?" She mumbled against my mouth. I could feel her smile against my face.
"We should probably test often, just to make sure," I mumbled. Her laughter sent shocks through me as she sat up.
"Tell me what to do." She let her hands rest on my chest, and I was sure she'd feel my heart hammering away. I didn't have sex like this; it wasn't slow, patient, and I certainly didn't teach, but for Emilia, I'd do it all for the rest of my life.
"Rise off my lap." My words were low and thick. I almost didn't recognize my own voice. She did as I said, and I watched the muscles in her thighs contract as she moved. Grabbing my cock, I rubbed it over her wet core. "Slowly lower down, only take as much as you can."
She nodded, and I sighed as her pussy enveloped the crown of my shaft.
The heat of her was overwhelming. Emilia closed her eyes and lowered a bit more.
As if her legs gave out, she plunged herself down on me, and the growl that I let out sounded like it came from a rabid animal.
"Did I hurt you?" Her eyes flew open, and they were wild with fear.
"God no." I ran my hands up her sides and toyed with her nipples. "You're so tight and wet, it feels like you're strangling my dick. It's the best feeling in the world. Now move like you're riding a horse. I know you took lessons; you know what to do."
"How do you know that?" She asked without moving.
"If you start moving, I’ll tell you," I smirked, and she rolled her eyes. "Did you seriously roll your eyes?"
"Yes, I did. Want me to do it again?" She arched her brow and jumped when the palm of my hand met her ass cheek.
"Did you just spank me?" She started moving her hips, and her mouth opened slightly. "Do it again." The crack of my hand hitting her ass, followed by her whimper, made me groan. Gently, I ran my hand over the spot I'd slapped, soothing the area I was sure would be blooming with a welt.
"Talk to me, baby." Reaching up to grasp her breasts in my hands, I ran my thumbs over her tight buds. If I died tonight at the hands of my enemies, I'd die a happy man. She was finally mine, and she would be my undoing.
"I need to move faster." A flush spread across her chest, and I could feel her beginning to tighten around me.
Releasing her tits, I placed my hands beneath her hips to help her ride faster.
Parting her cheeks, I dragged a finger over her tightly puckered anus.
"Yes, oh god Nico." Her breathing became short gasps as I thrust into her while she sank back down onto me.
She leaned back, pressing her hands against my legs, and let me take control of pushing into her.
Letting one cheek go, I ran my thumb over her clit.
I could feel her start to tremble and watched her clamp her eyes closed.
Putting more pressure on her clit, her eyes flew open, and she bit her bottom lip.
"Nico." She cried as she gave into the wave of pleasure, panting, riding my cock and spasming around me.
This was a test of my self-control because all I wanted to do was explode into her.
She collapsed on my chest, her dark hair splayed wildly around her, panting as rogue spasms contracted around me.
"I know I said you were in control, baby, but I need to finish."
"Well, what are you waiting for?" She said huskily. Flipping over so she was lying on her back, I never lost contact with her. Her eyes danced, and the smile on her face was much preferred to the worried look from our wedding.
"When I told you that you looked beautiful, you looked stunned. Has nobody told you that at all today?" I thrust into her, and she arched her back.
"Nobody's ever told me I look beautiful; you were the first." She closed her eyes, and a tear fell between her lashes. Reaching up, I wiped it away.
"I will tell you every hour of every day until you believe me, and right now, you under me, filled with my cock, enjoying this, you're even more beautiful than you were in that gown." I meant every word I'd just said. "You're smart, fierce and sexy as hell."
She reached up and ran her hands along the side of my neck, into my hair, yanking me to her.
Our mouths crashing together, her tongue waging a battle with mine.
I was filled with hunger and need. I'd awoken the woman who'd been pushed aside.
I needed to come, fill her with everything in me, but I didn't want to separate from her.
Emilia's moans and whimpers as she convulsed around me made me come undone, one last forceful thrust and I couldn't stop my orgasm.
"You're mine now, understand. Mine." I growled against her mouth as I pumped into her.
Collapsing, I felt her heartbeat, her warm breath flowing over my back, and her legs wrapped around me. "Tell me you're mine, amore."
"I'm yours, Nico. I'll be yours forever." She said quietly as she ran her hands up through my hair, and a shiver ran down my back.
She'll be mine forever. Words I never imagined hearing a woman say. The woman I'd been obsessed with from afar was now my wife. It wasn't fair how I got her to this place, but I wasn't a fair man. I took what I wanted, and the consequences be damned.
We lay together in silence, and I listened to her breathe. Was this peace? The feeling is settling over me, warm and unfamiliar.
Turning to look at her, I smiled. "Should we cut our cake?" I arched my brow, and Emilia's smile filled her face with joy.
"Yes, I'm starving." She flipped the covers off and walked to the table. She didn't try to cover herself or suddenly feel ashamed of being naked. The pendant glinted at her throat, marking her as mine.
"I think I'm hungry for something else again," I said as I propped myself up on my elbow.
"Later husband." She turned her back to me, and I groaned. This woman would be the death of me, and I'd die grateful.