by Blue Saffire
I deepen the kiss pulling her into my body and up into my kiss. Her scent is intoxicating. I swear I can’t get enough of her. My cock is throbbing, ready to be buried inside her. I need this and I need it now. I pull away from the kiss and reach to rip her tank top over her head.
Her tiny workout shorts and thong are next to go. I lift her in my arms, against my chest and carry her over to the mirror. Placing her back on her feet in front of the mirror I drop to my knees before her. Lifting her leg I toss it over my shoulder before I dive into her intimate essence.
She is so sweet and wet. I love the taste of her juices on my tongue. I have never thirst for a pussy until tasting this one that my tongue is currently plunging in and out of. I push two fingers into her waiting hole and move my mouth to suck on her inner thigh. Valentina starts to cry out and I suck harder biting gently but leaving my mark just as I had done last night on her neck.
I love that she hasn’t felt ashamed about my mark on her neck, nor has she complained. I know she has seen it. I saw her touching it as she looked in the mirror with a small smile. The thought turns me on more. My brand belongs on her. I want to own every part of this delectable body.
I continue to suck on her thigh as I push my fingers in and out of her. Her hips are bucking and she is riding my fingers hard. I can feel her clenching my digits tight. She is going to come any moment now.
I release the flesh between my lips and move to latch onto her clit. Valentina cries out giving herself over to me completely and making that sweet face I have come to love seeing. She is always stunning but she becomes mesmerizing when she is falling apart before me.
I stand to my full height and turn her to face the mirror planting her hands on the mirror. I pull a condom from my shorts pocket not even sure what made me pocket one before I came down to the gym. I shove my shorts down and grab my cock at the base. I sheath my erection with the condom as I watch her eye me in anticipation. I lock eyes with my vixen as she catches her breath. So far we have only made love with her on top.
Right now I need this. I need to have complete control. Looking into her eyes I see she understands what I need but I ask anyway wanting her to at least feel like she has a choice.
“I want to take you from behind, Baby. Can you handle that,” I say as I rub her slick entrance with my tip.
“Yes,” she whimpers and I thrust inside her on her word.
She is so tight, I groan as I push in to the halt. I grab her hips and still myself. If either of us moves I will embarrass myself. Her tight channel is squeezing me so hard I feel like I’m going to lose it.
When I have a rein on my control I start to pound into her sop and wet folds. “Uri,” she cries out but I don’t stop. I need this like air. Her tight little body has me forgetting about what waits for us in the States, what my uncle is really up to, the business deals that I have to wrangle before it gets out of control. Everything but this tight pussy fades into the distant background.
“Fuck,” I bellow when Valentina throws her head back and starts to throw her hips back into me. Her long thick hair is covering her back and my view of her arse so I brush it aside and stare down at my rod driving into her.
The sight has me hard as steel. I have never been this hard in my life. I’m so turned on I grip her hips in a vice grip. All of my senses are on high alert. I can still taste her sweet pussy on my tongue. Her flavor in my mouth, her scent consuming my nose, the feel of her wrapped around me, it is all calling to the beast that has been lying dormant within me.
I release a growl as she starts to clutch around me. I’m not ready to come. I won’t give up this view and this feel so soon. I reach for her clit and start making circles around it. I can only describe the sound that comes from her throat as her singing.
Fuck, she is singing. The sound has me pounding into her faster and harder. I feel the tingle in my spine but I grit my teeth and force it to slow. I look in the mirror to see her gorgeous tits bouncing with each thrust. My Bella screams and my eyes snap to her face in the mirror to glimpse her pleasure. I feel her body vibrate with her orgasm and I know if I don’t hold her up she is going down.
Wrapping an arm around her waist I hold her to me. I slow my strokes as I feel the aftershocks of her orgasm roll through her. “Cosa mi stai facendo,” she whispers.
“What am I doing to you? What are you doing to me?” I growl back. “Can you handle a little more,” I rasp.
“Yes, Baby please,” she moans. I smile as I push her toward the mirror with my hips.
“Don’t move your hands,” I command. “Hold on tight.”
I reach in front of her and grab her thighs. Lifting her up and pinning her with my hips. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She does as I command and I unpin her as I start to rock into her tight body. Her breasts are pressed to the mirror as are her palms. She feels so good. I take a few steps back as I balance her waist and bounce her on my shaft.
Her juices are soaking my balls. I can’t remember the last time I had sex this good. I lock my fingers in her hair, using one arm to balance her against my thrusting body. I tug her head back to crush her lips and drink up her cries of pleasure.
She reaches back with one arm locking her fingers into my hair. When she reaches for my hair with the other arm locking both arms around me, bracing her own weight against me I reach for her breast and knead it as she bounces on me.
I tear away from her lips to look at our image in the mirror. We are both slick with sweat, our muscles protesting with the exertion we are putting them through. The flex of the muscles in her arms as she bounces on me is sexy. It looks as if I have chocolate silk wrapped around me. I’m developing a serious sweet tooth just looking at her. I can’t hold back much longer. She is too damn tight and sexy. The look she is giving me as she looks up at me biting her lip is driving me to the brink of insanity.
I drill into her chasing down her orgasm and mine. This woman and her pussy are going to be the death of me way before anyone else attempts to kill me. As the air is filled with her moans, my grunts and growls, and the slapping sounds of our bodies I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Oh God Baby,” I grunt out. “I’m coming. Come for me, now!”
Three more deep hard thrusts and we come together. I stumble forward to catch our weight on the mirror. Valentina slowly peels her limbs from around my head and waist and sags against the mirror.
I slump against her and bury my face in her neck as I slowly slip from her body. I miss her warmth immediately and the feeling strikes me as odd. Usually I can’t wait to be rid of the body and the used condom after a quick, hard shag. Right now I want back inside my woman, but I know I have pushed her body hard in the last twenty four hours.
“I don’t think I will be needing that workout after all,” Valentina laughs.
I kiss the top of her head. “No, I think not,” I say and wink at her in the mirror.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“No, Uri no,” I squeal, but he is already barreling toward me like a bull. “Uri!”
My squeals are cut off as I hit the water. When I hit the surface my husband is beaming as his head is thrown back and he laughs. I splash him with water. “I can’t believe you did that,” I pout.
“Oh come on, you had to know I would do this. You just poured a cup of water on my face,” Uri chuckles as he pulls me into his arms. I wrap my arms and legs around him.
“You looked hot,” I shrug with as straight a face as I can. He had been lying on a lounger with his eyes closed. No man should be that sexy while just lying still, so I decided to pour a little water on him. It was childish but I knew I would get a rise out of him.
“Is that so,” he asks squeezing my butt under the water. “What am I going to do with you?”
“The question is what would you do without me?” I chirp.
“Good thing I won’t be finding out,” he murmurs into my neck as he kisses me.
I stiffen in his arms. He has made
many comments like this one over the last four weeks. Each time I have bristled at such comments. Surely he can’t mean them. We have only married to get me out of a tough spot. Although we make love every night and several times a day, I know at some point he will tire of me.
We have been to dinner in a few restaurants and I’ve notice the way women watch him. It is only a matter of time before the right one catches his attention. After all I am not the greatest catch with all my drama.
Although I have come to enjoy many different positions sexually since that day in the gym, I still haven’t been open to Uri taking me missionary style. I’m sure he will find my issues to be a turn off soon enough. Then there are my nightmares, which haven’t been as frequent since we married but I wake up screaming and in sweats often enough to drive anyone insane. I know I am almost there.
“Why is it you tense up whenever I speak of our future?” he asks as a shadow rolls over his face.
I hate that he has asked me this. We have been nothing but honest with each other over the last four weeks. Truthfully it has all been shear bliss. We are here in our own little bubble.
Uri is nothing but attentive, taking me to shows, on shopping sprees, out to dinner. I ask and it is mine. If we were in a real relationship then I would say I have an amazing husband. I often wonder where this sweet man comes from.
Over the last few weeks I have seen how he interacts with others and I see the rumors are true. He can be a very hard man. Actually the look he is giving me right now reminds me of the look he gave one of his workers down at the vineyard when he royally screwed up a shipment.
I sigh and run my hand through his wet hair. “I don’t want to get confused about us. You are doing me a favor. This is not a love match. When you talk of our future it is so easy to get lost in your promises and forget that. I don’t want to get hurt when you are ready to move on,” I say softly.
“I think we have two very different ideas of where our future is headed,” he says as his eyes narrow on me even further. “You are my wife in every sense of the word. I do not plan to move on or leave this marriage. I suggest you start to see our future for what it is.”
His words are sharp and stern. I can see him shutting down before my eyes. I blink a few times trying to process the words he has just said. He releases his hold on me and starts to get out of the pool. When he reached the edge before pulling himself out of the water he looks over his shoulder.
“I will start dinner. It is time you called your father. You can use my study. We leave for London in the morning,” his words are cold; none of the feeling he has spoken to me with over the last four weeks is present.
It stings because no matter what I have tried to tell myself I have fallen in love with him. Each day I fall harder and deeper.
The fact that he has a full staff including a cook but tonight he insisted he cook for me is just one of the things I love about him. I don’t know what has him so upset. We both know what this really is. A chill runs through me as he slams the sliding back door shut.
I am surprised it doesn’t shatter. I sigh and stare down at the water. Uri can be a hard man to understand at times. One minute he is laughing and smiling with me. The next you wouldn’t know he has a humorous bone in his body, because someone else has entered the room and he becomes someone else.
I don’t know what he wants from me. We have off the chart chemistry in bed, no doubt about it. My body starts to sing the moment he enters a room. It has been that way since the first time he wrapped his arms around me in that store. I have always felt a pull to him, but beyond that he is an accomplished older man. What do I have to offer him other than silly banter and my body? Granted when it is just he and I it is the most happy I see him.
I just don’t want to get my hopes up. Uri represents a dream I have never dared to dream too hard. He has shown me real attention and made me feel safe. Many people would probably laugh at that. I am most times the most dangerous person in the room. You just have to understand that I haven’t really felt safe since I was four, no matter how dangerous I have become, at least not until Uri entered my life. If you really ask me for the truth, I think that is what I hated most when Uri tried to get close before disappearing to London.
As much as I have wanted to feel safe I hated that this man was the one that offered me that feeling that I longed for. I was never supposed to fall for Uri and yet I know I was never safe from falling. I hear a loud crash in the house and my head snaps up. I can see Uri in the kitchen through the glass windows. He is standing ramrod straight looking down at something shattered at his feet.
I have learned enough about my husband in the last few weeks to know it is best not to go to him now. He is right it is time I call my father, but by the way he just said it I wonder if he means to return me to my father after all and rid himself of this marriage. The tension I see in him right now makes me think anything is possible right at this moment.
Slowly I make my way out of the pool for this dreaded call. Upon Uri’s request I have kept my phone off. Shannon has been in contact with me through Uri’s landline and his cell. I felt horrible when she called and said my dad was starting to really worry. He even moved Shannon’s wedding back.
To my surprise she was actually happy to have the wedding postponed. I will have to find out why when I get States side. From what I know Luca has been a permanent fixture in her life. It is his phone she calls me on after all.
My palms itch at the thought of the familiar. Kicking Luca’s ass for hurting my sister would really level me out right now. I hate that the one thing that makes me feel normal is the one thing that makes me anything but. I haven’t really thought much about what awaits me when I return home in the weeks that follow.
I haven’t been called in to handle family business in a while but I know it’s only a matter of time. Being here with Uri, he treats me so differently than everyone at home. I almost forget my role in life. I even shared with him my dream to design bags and shoes. He didn’t laugh at me like I had expected. He smiled and asked me had I started to plan things out.
“I would love to see your ideas and a business plan of where you would like to take things,” he had murmured into my hair one night while we lay in bed.
“Really,” I sat up to look in his face. “You’re not just saying that because I just had you in my mouth, are you?” I was only half teasing.
Uri lifted a brow at me and shook his head. “Cara mia, I want to see you happy. This is the most excited I have seen you when we talk about your future. I have friends and many connections. Show you are serious and that this is what you want and I will help you make it happen.”
I eyed him warily for a moment but I could see in his eyes that he was being sincere. I think that was the moment he broke through the last of my resolve. Those treacherous words almost slipped through my lips. I would have been so humiliated if I hadn’t stopped them.
“Thank you,” was all I managed to whisper out without betraying my emotions.
Uri reached to lock his fingers in the hair at the nape of my neck pulling me down to his lips. He pecked my lips then searched my face with his beautiful eyes. “You don’t have to thank me for a job that is mine,” he murmured.
I just kissed him hoping that he understood my feelings and the words I could not say out loud. That night I know that I truly made love to him after that. It wasn’t just words to describe our actions. It was action that could only be described by the use of such words.
I sigh as I sit on our bed and turn on my phone. I have kept it charged just in case. When the phone comes to life I roll my eyes at all the messages. My phone is flooded with text messages from Raphael and a few here and there from my dad.
I huff and delete all of the irate messages from Raphael. He is really starting to piss me off. The thought to tell Uri that he is still calling me crosses my mind but if anyone is going to toe tag Raphael it is going to be me. I have no idea why he and his family rub me the wrong way. T
hey just always have. I have wanted to put a bullet through Raphael’s skull since the first time he grabbed my ass when I was seventeen.
He has always assumed I belong to him. He couldn’t be more wrong. I have never been his and never would be and not just because he groped me.
Once all the messages from Raphael are deleted I look through the ones my father has sent. Essentially Papa has been trying to find out where I am. However all his texts are only from the day after I disappeared. It looks like Raphael filled my phone before my father could get anymore through.
“Pompous ass, one of these days you are going to learn just how afraid you should be,” I grumble to myself before stilling my nerves to call my dad.
“Valentina?” my father answers on the second ring. He sounds concerned at first. I know a month is a hell of a long time to fall off the map. However, I had thought of running and never turning back before Uri offered to marry me.
“Hey Papa,” I say.
“Don’t you hey me, I have thought of nothing but the worst since you have been gone. Where are you? What is going on? Your fiancé has been a wreck. He said some man answered your phone and said you were married,” my father’s raspy voice demands through the phone.
I roll my eyes. Here goes. “I am married. I have been on my honeymoon with my husband for the past month,” I say happily into the phone then bite my lip as I wait for the storm that is sure to follow.
Only it doesn’t come. My father is eerily quiet. I have to look at the phone to make sure I am still connected. I put the phone back to my ear. “Dad,” I ask.
“I’m sorry but I thought that my oldest living daughter just told me that she not only disobeyed me but she robbed me of the honor of walking her down the aisle. This could not be what I have heard,” his voice booms through the phone.
