I leaned forward and fingered her silky curls. “I’ve been thinking about you and how sexy you are.” I tugged her toward me. “How hard you make me.” I lowered my lips to hers, sliding my tongue into her mouth for a quick, sinful taste. “And just how tight and slick and perfect you are between your shapely legs.”
I pressed a soft, gentle kiss against her lips. “I want to see it. I want to see that tempting pussy that belongs to me. Show me, angioletto.”
She blushed at my order but pushed to her feet and reached for the lace at her hips.
“Not like that.” I stopped her with my fingers around her wrist. “Sit back on the floor. I want to watch you from right here.”
A soft moan escaped her lips as she lowered herself to the carpet in front of me, her pebbled nipples already straining against the cotton of her tank, her pulse racing at her throat. Placing both hands on the carpet behind her, she drew her feet in and pressed her knees together as she leaned back.
“Mm, yes.” I was growing harder by the second watching her watching me. From this angle I could just see the lace covering her cute little ass. “Spread your legs, vita mia. I want to see if I’ve made you wet yet.”
She bit her lip, hesitated, then opened her legs. And then it was my turn to groan, because the unmistakable sign of her arousal had already dampened the lace.
“Touch yourself,” I whispered, leaning back in my chair. “I want to watch.”
Heat flared in her eyes at that command, and she licked her lips. Slowly, she brought one hand forward and pressed her fingers against her clit, right over that wet spot, and sighed. Holding my gaze, she trailed her fingers up and down the lace at her slit, teasing me with every pass.
“Does that feel good?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“How good?”
“So good.”
“Do you want more?”
She nodded.
“Slide your fingers under the lace. Tell me how wet you really are.”
She did as I said, and I knew the second her fingers passed over her slippery clit, because her whole body trembled, and she sighed long and deep.
I watched as she stroked herself. As her body relaxed and she closed her eyes and dropped her head back, giving in to the pleasure. Unable to stand the pressure in my groin, I flicked the button at my waist free and pulled the zipper down. Then I pushed out of my chair, dropped to my knees on the carpet, and crawled toward her.
“Mm, angioletto. I can smell how hot you are for me.” I placed my hands on both sides of her and leaned in close, brushing my lips against her neck as she continued to touch herself. “That’s so sexy. Dio, you make me so hard.”
I nipped at her throat, then worked my way down her body until my face was close to her strumming fingers and I could hook my thumbs in the lace at her hips.
“Lift,” I commanded, tugging at the lace.
She did as I said, and as I pulled her panties down her legs, I got my first look at her pussy—already slick with her juices, swollen from her fingers, and all but begging for my tongue.
I breathed in the sweet scent of her arousal, pushed her thighs wider apart, and dropped to my elbows. “Keep doing exactly what you’re doing. Don’t stop.”
Her fingers passed over her clit, but I zeroed in on her pussy. Leaning in close, I extended my tongue, licked all around her opening, then pressed in as deep as I could reach.
“Oh God, Luc...” Her whole body tensed, and she fell back onto the carpet, then reached down with her free hand and slid her fingers into my hair. “Yes....”
She lifted her hips, pressing her gorgeous pussy against my tongue. As her fingers moved faster against her clit, I fucked her with my tongue, my hands on her thighs holding her still, my aching cock twitching and pulsing with every one of her moans.
The orgasm hit her hard and fast, and when she climaxed, her back arched, and her tight little pussy contracted around my tongue.
Her hands fell to the carpet. As the aftershocks rolled over her, I licked all around her sex, up and over her clit, loving the way she twitched and moaned until she was limp beneath me and breathing hard.
“Mi fai impazzire, amore mio,” I muttered as I kissed my way up her flat belly, over the tank at her breasts and across her throat until I found her mouth.
She opened the second my lips brushed hers, coming alert beneath me. Her tongue snaked out and flicked mine as her hands slid into my hair and she pulled me down on top of her.
“Luc... Ah God, Luc...” She flexed her hips and pressed all that sultry heat between her legs right against my bulging erection. “I want you. Mm, I need you inside me.”
Her plea was like a spark to gunpowder. Frantic, I kissed her deeper as I reached down and freed myself from my jeans then pushed her legs apart and moved in close.
“Say it again.” I grasped my cock at the base and rubbed the head up and down her glistening slit. Breathing hotly over her lips, I whispered, “Beg for me to fuck you, angioletto. Tell me how much you need me.”
She moaned, grasped my face tight in her hands, and lifted her head to kiss me again. “God, I need you.” She flexed her hips, trying to force me inside, taunting me with her wet heat. “Please. Fuck me, Luc. Fuck me hard. I need it. I need you.”
I couldn’t hold out any longer. I drove hard inside her, not stopping until I bottomed out and her sweet little gasp filled my ears.
I groaned at the slick, hot feel of her tight, perfect channel stretching around me. Her whole body shook as her muscles contracted, then slowly released.
Fuck, I would never tire of this. Of the way she responded every time I filled her. As if it was the first time. As if she’d been waiting for me her whole life. As if right here, buried deep inside her, was where I was meant to be.
I wanted to stay exactly where I was, but my body urged me to move. My cock twitched with the need to feel her pussy spasm in pleasure. Unable to hold back, I slowly drew out, feeling her channel tighten around me.
She groaned, and her head fell back against the carpet. Her fingertips dug into my biceps, and she flexed her hips as if trying to hold me inside. “Oh, God, more. Please, more.”
I shoved in deep all over again, fueled by her pleas. She moaned and lifted her legs, encouraging me to drive deeper. With every contraction and pulse, I could feel my orgasm rising, but I didn’t want to come yet. I wanted to watch her. I wanted to make her fly apart as many times as I could. I wanted to remind her that I was the only one who could fire her up as hot as the sun, then send her spinning into a million pieces.
I picked up my pace, fucking her hard and deep, desperate to watch that happen right here beneath me. “Do you feel that, angioletto? Do you feel how good that is?”
“Oh, yes...” She tossed her head on the carpet, her eyes closed, her silky curls fanning all around her. Her hands drifted to my ribs as I pushed her knees toward her chest, as I fucked her faster. “It’s so good.”
I knew it felt good. Every time with her was good. Better than the last. “I’m going to make you feel even better.” I drove into her, striking that spot again and again that I knew made her absolutely wild. “You know that, don’t you?”
“Oh God, yes.” She threw her head back, pressing her breasts against my chest. “More. There, Luc. Right, there...”
I drove home again and again, giving her exactly what she wanted. And when I felt her body tense all around me, I knew she couldn’t hold back. I thrust even faster. “I want you to come, vita mia. I want you to come all around my cock. Right now...”
Her pussy clamped down on my cock like a vise, and when the pleasure slammed into her, I felt it echo in my own body.
My balls drew up tight, and electricity shot down my spine. I ground my teeth and willed myself not to come as I kept thrusting, wanting her to ride the wave. It wasn’t until I felt her slide under and relax all around me that I realized I’d been holding my breath.
I sucked in air and dropped my forehead agains
t her chest. Very carefully, I slid out of her, even though all my body screamed for me to do was drive deep. Just a handful of times. That was all it would take to make me explode.
“Oh God...” Her fingers trailed through my hair. “That was amazing.”
I pressed my lips against her collarbone. “You liked that, huh?”
“Oh yes.” She played with my hair, a very satisfied smile curling her lips. “What got into you, Mr. Salvatici?”
“You.” I pressed my hands to the carpet and climbed over her. “You got into me, Mrs. Salvatici.” I gazed down into her eyes. “You always do.” I lowered my lips to hers and kissed her softly. “You make me abso-fucking-lutely crazy when you submit to every dirty thing I want.”
She groaned against my mouth, then opened and drew me into a blistering kiss that made my cock pulse all over again. Her hand slid down my chest, across my belly, and to my hip as I took charge of the kiss and devoured her mouth. Then her fingers brushed my aching length, and she jerked back from my lips, her eyes growing wide.
She looked down between us, then back up to my face. “You didn’t come.”
I shook my head.
“But why not? I thought—”
I kissed her again, hard and fast, keeping my eyes locked on hers. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Heat rushed right back to her eyes as they held mine. I saw it, and it only made me harder.
“I want you, Natalie. All of you. I told you on our wedding night there was one last way I was going to make you mine. I want that. Tonight.”
Her eyes widened. Just a touch. Just enough to tell me she knew exactly what I wanted.
She swallowed hard.
“You trust me to make you feel good, don’t you?”
She nodded, her hands sliding back to my chest, but I saw the nerves in her features.
“I’ll always make you feel good, angioletto.” I shifted one hand between her legs and stroked her swollen sex, teasing her clit with every pass as I watched her face relax. “I know exactly how to make you feel good. Every place you like to be touched.” I circled her clit with my thumb and slid my fingers lower, slipping two deep inside so I could tease her G-spot.
She groaned, gripped my arms tight, and arched up against me.
Pressing my lips against the corner of hers, I kissed her, working my way to her jaw and then her throat as I teased her right back to arousal.
“You liked it when I touched you here.” I eased one finger lower, dragging her wetness down between her cheeks.
She tensed, but I nipped at her throat and applied more pressure to her clit, distracting her as I teased the crinkled nerves until she relaxed and moaned.
“You liked it a lot when I pushed that plug into your ass on our wedding night.”
“Oh fuck, Luc...” She arched up against me, melting under my strokes, and when I pressed just the tip of one finger against her ass and she let me in, I could barely stand it anymore.
“I want you here, angioletto.” I licked at her neck and couldn’t help from rocking my aching cock against her hip. “Tell me you want me here. Give yourself to me and I promise I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll come like you never have before.”
She groaned and shuddered, turned her head and found my mouth. Kissing me deeply, she rocked up against my hand, then whispered, “Yes. Yes. I want that. I want you.”
Her words tempted me to explode, all over her thighs and belly. But I held back because I wanted to give her exactly what I’d promised.
I pulled my hand from between her legs and reached for her hip. “Roll over. On your hands and knees. It’ll be easier the first time.”
“Oh God...” She did as I said, then dropped to her elbows and pressed her forehead against the carpet. “You’re so big. Be gentle.”
I planned to be. But I knew in a second, she wasn’t going to want gentle. She was going to want fast and hard.
I found the lube by the side of my chair and applied a generous amount all over my cock. Then I nudged her knees a bit wider and spread it all over her.
“Oh God,” she whispered again.
“Relax, angioletto, and trust me. You’re going to like this.”
I rubbed my slick thumb all around her crinkled opening, but I didn’t push in. Instead, I lined up my cock and drove into her quivering pussy.
She groaned, and her channel sucked my aching length deep with her tight muscles. I drew back, then shoved in hard again, repeating the motion as she relaxed under me, each time pressing a little deeper with my thumb until I was knuckle-deep and she was rocking back against both my cock and my finger.
“Touch yourself,” I whispered, fighting to keep from coming in her pussy. “Rub your clit while I fuck you, Natalie.”
She shifted her hand beneath her and circled her clit, groaning with every thrust. She was melting beneath me, just like butter, just as I wanted. Slowly, I pulled my cock from her pussy, added more lube, and lined myself up.
Her muscles contracted as the head of my cock passed over that sensitive spot. Placing a hand on her lower back, I said, “Relax. Keep rubbing your clit and push back against me. I promise it’s not going to hurt.”
“Oh God...”
Her fingers moved faster. I pushed slightly. Her body tensed again, but she did as I said and pushed back as I flexed forward.
The tight ring of muscle gave, and the head sank into her.
She gasped and froze. I held still so she could get used to the sensation, but... Fuck… She was tight, and all I wanted to do was drive deep inside her.
I struggled to hold back. Somehow, I found my voice to say, “Okay?”
“Yes.” Her fingers moved against her clit again. “Oh God... More. Don’t stop.”
I pushed again, desperate to get inside her. My gaze drifted down, to where she was taking me in, slowly—achingly slowly. My whole body trembled as she surrendered to me. “Dio, that’s so hot. Let me in, angioletto. Let me have all of you, and I promise I’ll make you come so hard you won’t remember your name.”
“Oh fuck, Luc...” She pressed back against me, quivering as she surrendered to me, inch by inch, until her sweet ass was pressed up against my hips and we were both breathless and shaking.
“Santo Dio, Natalie. You’re so tight.” I ran my hands up her back and down to her hips. “How does that feel?”
“Huge,” she gasped. “I can’t... I need... Oh fuck...”
My chest tightened at the panic I heard in her voice. “Cazzo, I’m hurting you. I’ll stop. I—”
“Don’t you dare stop. Oh fuck…” Her voice jumped two octaves, to a sound I’d never heard from her before. “Oh my God, fuck me. I can’t take it. Please start moving. I’m about to come already... Take me. Now. Right now…”
Her plea ignited a firestorm inside me. I drew back and thrust in deep, just as she was begging for me to do. Did it again. And was rewarded with a scream that pierced my eardrums as her whole body exploded in a massive orgasm around all me.
Her pleasure was too much for me. I managed only a couple of thrusts before my balls drew up tight and I detonated inside her.
She was shaking when I opened my eyes. We were both facedown on the carpet, her sweaty body beneath mine. Easing off her, I rolled to my side, then pulled her into my arms.
Her breaths were fast and shallow as I brushed the damp hair back from her face and kissed her forehead, hoping that hadn’t been too much.
“Are you okay?” I whispered.
“Okay?” Her muffled voice met my ears, and her warm breath fanned my neck. “You destroyed me.”
I couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or not. And I was almost too afraid to ask. Then she pushed back from my chest and looked up at me with glazed eyes. “That was... Holy cow, that was intense. I think I came as soon as you were inside me.”
“Almost.” I studied her face for any sign I’d hurt her. “How do you feel?”
“Limp.” A slow smile spread across her face. �
�Yours.”
That one word melted me. I groaned and dragged her mouth back to mine. “You are mine,” I said between kisses. “All mine now. Only mine. And I’m yours. Always.”
She smiled against me. “Good. Because I don’t think I can walk anymore. You might have broken me.”
“No way. You’re too tough.”
Her grin widened. “Maybe I am. But so are you. Thank you for that.”
“For introducing you to really dirty sex?”
She laughed. “No.” Then she sobered as she looked up at me. “For being you again.” Her eyes grew misty. “I-I missed you, Luc. I missed all of you.”
“Ah, vita mia.” I swiped a tear from her cheek with the back of my hand, knowing exactly what she meant, moved by the power of her love for me. “I was always here. Part of me just got a little lost along the way. But I promise you, no matter what happens, I will always find my way back to you. No matter what.”
She lifted her mouth to mine and kissed me. And, overwhelmed by her strength, her love, by everything about her, I pushed to my feet, lifted her into my arms, and carried her into the shower.
I washed every part of her body, then mine. She leaned back against the tile wall and sighed as I rinsed her.
My stomach dropped when I spotted the bruises on her breast and realized I’d been too rough with her, but she soothed me with a kiss and told me she was fine. That she liked what I’d done. That she liked everything I did to her. And when she tried to drop to her knees and take me into her mouth, I didn’t let her. I touched her between her legs until she trembled against me, then I lowered myself to the shower floor and pleasured her all over again with my tongue.
Afterward, we curled around each other naked in bed, and I held her to me as she fell back to sleep. And as my mind drifted to everything that had happened the last few days, I knew it wasn’t any doctor or medicine that had healed me.
It was her. Her trust, her love, her unfailing belief that we were meant to be together were the reasons I was alive now.
She had saved me. Not from the evil of my House but from myself.
She was the only person in this world who could.
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