by Blue Saffire
“Yes,” I squawk.
The orgasm that has started to roll through me has me feeling like I am about to fly away. My heart is pounding and I swear I am about to fly out of my body. When Uri’s hot mouth wraps around one of my nipples I take off. My back bows, my thighs shake, my head slumps so that my forehead rest on the back of his head as he continues to suck.
He continues his relentless sucking as his hips continue to thrust into me. My orgasm seems to be never ending as his thrusts set off more trimmers and waves within me. I’m so sensitive that I try to pull away from his mouth but he just latches onto the other breast while groaning and grunting.
“You feel so good on my cock,” he groans against my sensitive breast.
“You feel so good inside me,” I whisper.
When I lift my head he looks up at me. His eyes lock on mine as I find the strength to start to move with him again. He places a hand on my stomach and tilts me back not breaking eye contact. “Oh,” I gasp out as the angle he is hitting changes.
His hips start to roll beneath me and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I had reservations at first about Uri’s age. I thought maybe at thirty eight things wouldn’t be as …well I didn’t think he would have this type of stamina. This man is out to consume me to no end. My mind is reeling with the feeling of Uri rocking my body.
I start to tighten around him again and he clenches my waist bouncing me harder on his shaft. “I’m coming over with you this time, Bella. Come for me, now,” Uri growls his accent the heaviest I have ever heard. I hear more of his Italian heritage than anything else as his words slice through me.
I don’t hold back. I was on the very edge before his sexy voice washed over me in his sexy command. Hearing his words with that accent and voice is all the kick I needed to fall right over. I feel my belly tighten and quiver as I scream out not sure what the words are that come from my mouth.
Uri bellows out my name as I feel him swell and pump his release inside of me. He slumps back against the headboard at his back. I follow collapsing against his chest. Our chests heave into each other’s as we try catching our breath. I don’t know when but I pass out to the rhythm of my husband’s beating heart.
I am so screwed. I shouldn’t have any feelings at all but before I drift off I think of how safe and peaceful I feel in this moment. Maybe I should have gone through with marrying Raphael. He was safe in a different way, the most important way. Uri Donati is a dangerous man in every way, especially concerning my heart.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
My wife, it sounds crazy even in my thoughts. She is so beautiful lying here on my chest. I should clean us both up but I can’t bring myself to wake her. I knew our love making would be passionate but what happened here blew even my mind. It was explosive.
I want her again but we’ll have plenty of time for me to show her the pleasure her body can bring us both. I let my eyes travel over her parted lips and her cute up turned face. Her lashes are incredibly long. She looks more like an angel right now than a trained killer.
I have a hard time reconciling the fact that we have this fact in common while she has her eyes closed. Right now I can’t see the demons that torment her soul. Right now she looks as she should.
Seeing everything is what makes me great at what I do. I see Valentina and I think she sees me. Not the villain but the man. It could just be wishful thinking. Something changed in me when I called on Pamela.
When she broke the news that she and Nathan would be having not one but two babies I saw the look in his eyes and the joy on her own hopeful face. Nathan Briggs may be who he is for different reasons, but our line of work is not that different. If a man as bold and dangerous as Nathan can find happiness in a woman there may be hope for me.
Looking at Valentina I think of what our own children will look like. I shake my head at the thought. I have never thought of having my own children until this woman walked into my life. I trace her temple with my fingertips. Her cute little nose wrinkles from my touch but she doesn’t stir.
I frown as my mind goes back to our incredible love making. It killed me to have a condom between me and my wife, but I won’t break the trust we are building. Besides, Valentina has a long way to go before all the damage I see in her eyes is healed. Once we get there then we can think about starting a family. Until then I will have to suck it up and sacrifice, no matter how much I want to feel her skin to skin.
All in time, I think as I press a kiss to her plush open lips. We have plenty of time. Valentina belongs to me in every way now. I am a patient man.
I must have fallen asleep. I wake with my back still to the headboard. It is the loss of warmth that wakes me. I look down to see that Valentina is gone. I look to my side and she is not in bed next to me. I clear the fog from my brain to search for a clue as to my wife’s whereabouts.
I look over to the ensuite and see the light is shining from under the bathroom door. I lift out of the bed and pad over to the door. I knock but upon not receiving an answer I turn the knob and push in when I find the door unlocked.
There she is. Just as gorgeous as ever and once again she has that peaceful look upon her face that I have only seen tonight. I find my wife in the tub with her head resting back as the water and bubbles lap at her gorgeous and generous tits. Her skin is glowing from the warm steam of the bath water.
I notice she has ear buds in her ears and that is most likely why she hadn’t heard me knocking in the first place. I watch her for a moment before an idea comes to me and I back out of the doorway. I lazily head down to the kitchen.
I open the refrigerator to find the chilled champagne. I remove the platter of chocolate covered strawberries. I had the chef prepare them for us for earlier in the evening, before I decided I could wait no longer to ravish my wife.
Once I saw her standing there in her gown looking out over the vineyards I was lost for thoughts. I stood watching her getting lost in her own thoughts until I could stand to watch her in silence no more. I needed her in that moment and I know she needed me as well. Wherever her thoughts had taken her started to surface on her beautiful face and that I would not allow.
After retrieving two glasses I pad back up the stairs and entered the master bath once again. This time as I near the bathtub Valentina’s eyes slowly open. Her big blue eyes roam over my body lustfully, causing me to release the faintest of smiles. I have smiled more around this woman than I have any other in my life, including my good friend Pamela. Pamela used to be the only one I gave genuine smiles to until Valentina.
“What are you up to Uri?” Valentina ask with a playful smile of her own. It is a refreshing sight and I make a mental note that I want to see it there more often than not.
“I thought I would join you,” I shrug as I put the platter and glasses down on the wide edge of the tub.
“Oh really,” she lifts a brow at me but her smile remains in tack. Valentina scoots back in the tub lifting her upper body out of the water. I almost groan out loud. I am mesmerized by her perfect tits as water cascades down her perky plump tits and her tight belly, another plus to having a sexy young wife.
I step into the tub still holding the champagne and sink down on the opposite side of the tub from her. I don’t miss that my girl keeps her eyes on my growing erection until it descends mostly under the water, for now. I open the champagne and pour some into both glasses.
I hand one to Valentina and she takes a sip while smiling at me.
I lift my glass. “To my wife and our future,” I say.
Her smile slips a little before she tips her glass to mine. “To us,” she murmurs.
I know she tried to fight for her independence in all of this not wanting to be forced into a marriage but I also know we were both attracted to each other from the first time we met. I don’t know what is going on in that head of hers but this marriage is on our terms, not her father’s so she should get used to it for what it is. She is mine.
I reach to pull the othe
r ear bud from her ear. My fingers caress her soft cheek. “I woke and you were gone. I think you may be trying to give me a complex,” I tease.
Valentina tilts her head to the side, searching my face. “Me give you a complex,” she laughs. “I think you may actually have a sense of humor,” she says before taking another sip of her champagne.
“And what might I ask led you to think I had a perpetual stick up my arse,” I lift a brow.
Valentina laughs as her glass is on the way to her lips again, causing her to spill champagne down the front of her chest. My eyes drop to her tits and I growl low. I grab her thigh and drag her body to me. Dipping my head I lick up the champagne and water that coats her breasts. I make my way to her neck then her ear.
“How are you feeling, Baby,” I ask as my hands slide up her thighs under the water and around to her plush arse. I’ll never get enough of her curves in my hands.
She is panting as her eyes lock on mine. “A bit sore but I don’t think that is enough to stop me from wanting you,” she says in a whisper.
I chuckle and reach for her empty glass placing it down with mine. “We will continue to take this slow,” I say against her neck. I make light kisses against her incredibly silky smooth skin. When my cock starts to stir a little too much for what I have planned I pull back and reach for a strawberry.
I lift it to her lips and she takes a bite. I notice this is my first time seeing the natural color of her lips. I love the warm hues of brown and pink that tints the flesh of her lips. When the juice of the strawberry slips from her mouth down her chin I lean in and capture it with my tongue then graze her soft skin with my teeth.
Valentina moans then wiggles closer to me. “I thought we were taking it slow,” she sings as she wraps her arms around my neck.
I palm her breasts rolling her nipples as I watch her swollen lips part on a gasp. “We are,” I reply with a sly smile, releasing her breasts and dropping my hands to her waist. I sag down in the tub pulling her to lie on top of me. “We will eat strawberries and sip champagne, while my beautiful wife tells me all about her life,” I kiss the top of her head as I feel her stiffen in my arms. “I am your husband, Love. You should be able to tell me everything.”
“If I tell you everything I may have to kill you,” I hear the humor in her voice but I don’t doubt some part of her means it.
I chuckle and run my hand up and down her spine. “I’ll take my chances. Now spill before I torture it out of you,” I command.
She sighs but I know she will bend to my request. It swells my heart to know that this creature in my arms will only give me this kind of power in her life. My joy is actually short lived when she beings to talk. I wanted to know everything and that is what my little one gives me.
~B~
I have no idea what possessed me to tell him everything. I am sure he probably wanted to know my favorite color or what schools I attended but I gave him that and so much more. It was like I couldn’t shut it off. I told him things I never told a soul, not even my Uncle Valentine.
For the most part Uri just sat and listened. His face remained passive and controlled. He didn’t let on that he had any feeling towards my words good or bad. I shivered from the cold look in his eyes. Is this what I look like to people, I thought as I watched the darkness grow on his face. His hand stroking my back is the only sign of response or show of the affectionate man I have seen glimpses of.
Yet I didn’t stop my tale and I didn’t leave out the details. Our strawberries and champagne had become long forgotten. Uri kisses my forehead. “The water has become cold,” he says with little emotion.
I release my hold that I have had around his neck to remove myself from his body, but he has other plans. He wraps his arms around me and stands up out of the water. I immediately place my arms back around his neck.
He places me on my feet long enough to towel me off then wraps me in the towel. He places a towel around his own waist, scooping me back into his arms when I try to walk into the bedroom on my own. He carries me to bed and gently places me beneath the covers before slipping in beside me.
His body is rigid beside me, causing me to think I have said too much. I think I have allowed him to see too much of my damage too soon. I bite my lip at my own stupidity and will myself not to fall apart.
“You will never know pain again in your life, Bella. Not as long as I can help it,” Uri finally says as he tucks me in his arms.
“You can’t make a promise like that Uri,” I whisper into the dark room.
“Yes, I can. I already have and I never fail at keeping my word, Cara mia,” he says into my neck.
“I hope not,” I say for me to hear, but I think he hears me too when I feel his arms tighten around me.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“Valentina, baby can we please go,” I call up the stairs. I know I have worn her out between last night and this morning. As I laid there thinking about everything she told me I needed to be inside her and show her I meant what I said. I used my body to show her that I am not out to take from her but give.
I believe each time I allowed her to climb on top of me she felt a little more at ease. We made love well into the morning hours. I used our bodies to chase both our demons away. The tragedy that unfolded before her four year old eyes, all the neglect from her father, that bitch step-mum of hers, the things she has done and seen, I worked her body with mine until she rode all the hurt away, even if only for one night.
She slept peacefully after without a nightmare to wake her. That alone gave me my own sense of peace. However, now I want to take her down to the vines but she is not moving half as fast as I would like.
The food I had prepped for us to have a small, but intimate lunch is probably cold by now. This can’t be what life is going to be like now, me waiting on my wife and never getting anywhere on time.
“Valentina,” I roar as I roll my eyes at my watch.
“Che cosa,” she calls down the stairs like I am the one that has the problem.
“Let’s go, that’s what,” I growl.
“Scontroso,” she mumbles. I love that she has fallen into speaking Italian around me so naturally. It was not something she did back home. So for now I will ignore her calling me grumpy.
I look my wife over from head to toe and I know I should just call this whole day off. “No, you will not wear this,” I say in Italian.
Valentina looks down innocently then looks back up at me. I swear I can feel the blood rushing to my head. I have over a dozen men on the side of the vineyard we are going to at any given time. There is no way in bloody hell that my wife is going to parade around in a shear white dress with nothing but a yellow bikini on underneath.
She just finished riding me not even two hours ago and I’m hard as a rock just looking at her. I can only imagine what the work hands’ reaction will be. She is about to have me kill them all.
“What is the problem with my outfit,” she looks up at me with big blue doe eyes.
I move to her and place my arm around her waist. With my other hand I run my fingers down the ponytail she has pulled her thick mass of hair in. “I can see through this dress and this bikini underneath barely covers your tits,” I say through tight lips.
She throws her head back and laughs. The brat actually laughs at me. Lifting her hand to my cheek she looks me in the eyes. “Why Uri Donati, are you jealous?” she coos at me sweetly.
“No, but I am not a man that likes to share. I don’t want anyone looking at my wife half clothed,” I reply.
“Yup, jealous, word it anyway you like Baby, but I see the green eyed monster rearing its ugly head,” she teases. “I want to go for a swim in the pool.” She is pouting at me.
On another woman the gesture would completely annoy me. On Valentina it makes me want to devour her sweet little mouth. I narrow my eyes at her and then down at her skimpy attire.
“No,” I say sharply.
“Uri –,” she starts but I cut her off.
She puts her hand on her hip and glares at me. The old Valentina is back but I am ready for her. I will not budge on this.
“Uri, I am not changing,” she hisses at me.
“Fine, we have wasted the better part of the day anyhow. You want to swim, there is a pool here at the house,” I shrug and turn for the basket holding our cold lunch.
I don’t turn for a reply from my wife. Valentina will learn soon enough that I will not meet with her demands but she will meet each one of mine. The control I give her will be limited to our intimate time only.
~B~
I am pissed. I know he did not just dismiss me. There is nothing wrong with what I am wearing. Uri is just being pissy and impossible. I stomp my way out to the back door he disappeared through, in my four inch heeled sandals. I had worn this initially with him in mind. Now that he is making a big deal about it I regret the sentiment.
Just as calmly as he does everything else Uri has placed the food from the basket on the table out on the veranda. I won’t admit to him that this pool looks just as beautiful as the one down by the vineyard.
I take a seat as far away from Uri as I can and fold my arms across my chest as I look out at the pool I now refuse to step foot in. Yes, I am being a brat. He is being a jerk so why not?
“Why are you sitting way over there when I have set our lunch on this side of the table?” Uri sighs.
“I’m not hungry,” I reply, but my traitor stomach chooses that very moment to growl.
Uri throws his head back and roars with laughter. My mouth drops open, it is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. It almost makes me forget I am upset with him and crack a smile of my own. I blush when he looks at me with a genuine megawatt smile. Did my bikini bottom just disintegrate?
The man has perfect teeth and lips that are so full and sexy. I hate him right now for being so damn perfect. Oh and he knows. It is in the smug glint in his eyes.
