by Bethany-Kris
Wanting to feel more of him against her, Cat arched into Dante, but he pushed her back to the wall without a word. His lips crashed down on hers with a possessive intent, his tongue sweeping at the seam of her lips to claim her mouth. Cat gave into his kiss and sighed when those hands of his found her hair and tugged at the strands weaving between his fingers.
Cat loved it when Dante pulled her hair; adored it when he turned rough in bed. The man was a perfect gentleman outside of their sex life. He opened doors, pulled out chairs, and gave his wife first pick of everything. Dante never stood for someone disrespecting Cat, and at the same time, he treated her like an equal.
In bed, though … God, in bed he owned her. Fucked her beautifully raw. He held nothing back, and she didn’t want him to. If anything, she begged him for more. Dante demanded from her body; he consumed her.
There was no other man on the planet who Cat would give herself over to like she did for Dante Marcello.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you, dolcezza,” Dante growled against her lips.
“Worst time for you to be calling me that, you know.”
“I don’t think so.”
Cat fumbled with the buckle of Dante’s belt, needing his goddamn pants gone as quickly as she could get them off. “There’s nothing sweet about me in bed, bello. Especially when you’re fucking me.”
“Wrong.”
Dante punctuated the word by biting down hard on Cat’s lower lip. She whined at the shock of pain melting into bliss as it shot through her bloodstream like a drug injected straight into her heart. Surprised, she forgot her mission of getting his pants off. He tugged on her hair again, firmer the second time. The best sting radiated over her scalp. It was enough to force Cat’s head to tilt back to the wall, her heart hammering fast. His teeth found her collarbones, nipping and sucking until her skin tingled and was marked all over by his kiss.
“God,” Cat breathed.
“Mmm, no, Dante.”
Before Cat could say another word, her husband dropped to his knees. His hands dragged along her spine before pulling her panties down to her ankles. Dante lifted the sole of Cat’s foot high enough to release the lace from her leg. Then, her leg was hooked over his shoulder and his mouth hovered at her exposed sex.
Dante licked Cat’s inner thigh. The action was a blatant promise of what was to come, and she shuddered at the very thought of it.
“You’re so wrong about nothing being sweet on you, kitten.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, very wrong. Your pussy is the sweetest goddamn thing I’ve ever tasted, and if I could, I would fucking live off it.”
Cat swallowed audibly, glancing down at the green eyes gleaming wickedly. Whenever he fucked her with his mouth, her senses went on overdrive. She could literally feel the pressure of his breath pulsing to her sex.
“Dante—”
Her words cut off right along with her ability to think when his mouth covered her sex. Immediately, a talented tongue tunneled between the lips of her pussy and dipped into her core. Dante’s rhythm was relentless with fast flicks and sharp jabs to her most sensitive tissues. His nose nuzzled at the hood of her clit, giving the throbbing bundle of nerves just enough friction to send waves of pleasure coursing through her channel.
Cat knew without a doubt her sex was soaked and getting wetter by the second. There was nothing like Dante’s tongue working her pussy. His fingers dug harder into the cheeks of her ass. Cat canted her hips into his mouth. A knowing smile twisted Dante’s lips as he watched her from between her thighs.
A choked gasp caught in her throat when his grip on her backside let go and his fingers joined his mouth at her sex. She felt two fingers thrust into her clenching core, curling to seek the spot to make her come. His fingers fucked her in time with his tongue, spreading wide when they withdrew and then twisting hard to stimulate her G-spot. Needing support, she braced her hands palm up to the wall behind her. It didn’t take Cat long for her first orgasm to sweep her under.
Dante gave no notice before he stood, picked his wife up, and turned fast. In three long strides, Cat’s back met the table. She sprawled across the oak top, hair flying wildly. Once more, Dante hooked her leg over his shoulder, leaning down over her form and making her muscles burn.
Dante’s fingers found her sex again. He teased her slit with long strokes from her clit to her entrance. “Always buy oak.”
“W-what?”
“Always buy oak. It’s the only thing sturdy enough for this.”
Dante’s free hand came up, finding Cat’s jaw and throat. She gulped in air at the sight of her husband’s gaze darkening with lust as he pinned her down to the table. His fingers left her sex and Cat heard the shuffle of his pants being dropped.
“Oh my God.”
Dante smirked. “Nope, still Dante.”
He was the only God she cared to worship, anyway.
Cat found herself yanked to the edge of the table, her leg hooked over his shoulder, and then the hand at her throat briefly tightened. It was the only notice she got before Dante slammed inside of her.
Her back came off the table in an arch, a scream of bliss on the tip of her tongue. Her sex shuddered around his intrusion, the heel of her stiletto biting into his shoulder. Pleasure crawled through her veins, threatening to take her under its current the moment her husband started to move, pounding into her at a brutally good pace.
“Christ, yeah,” Dante groaned.
“Harder, Dante,” Cat gasped. “Fuck me harder.”
Dante obliged.
He always fucking did.
• • •
Exhausted and spent, Cat allowed Dante to weave their fingers together as he brought her down to his chest. The dampness from the perspiration gathered on her skin chilled her in the bed, but her husband’s warmth and the blanket he pulled over their bodies was enough to keep her from finding clothes. Sex on the table had led to the hallway, and finally ended in bed.
Dante kissed a path along Cat’s forehead before she tucked her cheek into the crook of his neck. The delicious scent of their sex and his cologne surrounded her. A contented sigh escaped. Dante’s husky chuckles rocked them both.
“Fuck, that was … intense.” Dante traced loopy circles over Cat’s shoulders beneath the blanket. The soothing action would probably lull her to sleep if she let it. “We need to do it more often. Or make time for it, anyway.”
Cat agreed, leaning up enough to rest her chin on her hands in the middle of his chest. Having a child to take care of certainly added an entirely new road block in their sex life. It wasn’t that they didn’t connect physically, because they did. But rather, with work, family, life, and Michel, time was limited. A fast fuck was easier to manage and achieve than hours of sweaty, hair pulling, skin biting sex.
Sure, it was still just as good—of course it was—but sometimes Cat needed the workout only her husband could provide. It whipped away stress, worries, and the nonsense cluttering her thoughts and left her bare to nothing but sensation and emotions.
“Yeah, definitely make more time for this,” Dante murmured, his gaze falling on Cat’s smiling lips.
Despite her tiredness, bliss was still singing its lovely tune through her nervous system.
“Yes, and then regret it in the morning when we’ve only slept two hours, right?” Cat asked teasingly.
Without warning, his palm smacked down on her ass. “Hey.”
Cat pouted. “Ouch.”
“Don’t pretend like you don’t like to be spanked, kitten.”
A shiver crawled up her spine at the dark quality his tenor took on. “You know I do.”
“No regrets about this,” Dante said.
His hands squeezed her ass to reinforce his statement and he ground her into his semi-hard cock still inside her sex. The action had her pussy clenching around his shaft. Dante groaned thickly and Cat felt his dick twitch.
“Oh yeah, no regrets,” he repeated. “Please tell me
you’re not tired, yet, because I’m just about ready to bend you over and fuck you again.”
Cat chewed on her lower lip. “A little. You worked me hard.”
“You’re not complaining.” Dante huffed, arching a brow high. “Bath, then?”
“Will you join me?”
“No need to ask that question at all, Amore.”
Twenty minutes later, Cat all but sunk into the steaming hot, bubbly water while her body raged through another orgasm. Water sloshed around the edges of the tub. Cat’s hair, piled high on the top of her head, was damp with her sweat and from Dante’s wet hand gripping tight to the strands. He kept her head to the side while he fucked her, allowing him to mark her neck with his kisses.
She tried to catch her breath as Dante’s fingers toyed with her clit and his cock continued thrusting deep into her channel. Shaking and weak, Cat gave herself over to the ecstasy pounding at her insides. Not for a single second did her husband relent in his pace, never mind his fingers playing the sweetest rhythm in tune to his cock. Behind her, Dante finally let go of her hair before wrapping his strong arm around her middle. Cat let her head fall back to his shoulder, kissing the underside of his jaw.
“Madonn,” Cat breathed, leaning back up at her husband’s request. Dante followed right behind, keeping a hold of her all the while. She grabbed his thighs for support. “You’re going to kill me.”
Dante laughed the sexiest sound. His tongue stuck out at the junction of Cat’s neck and shoulder. “I want to fuck you until you beg me to stop, Catrina.”
“I would never beg you to stop—”
“I know,” he interjected, sounding both amused and turned on at the same time. “That’s what I fucking love about it. One more, kitten. Come for me one more time.”
Cat didn’t bother to respond. She simply let Dante work her body the best way he knew how. Her final orgasm didn’t come easily like the others. No, it built hard and slow, working its way up to the peak as her entire body rocked with tremors. Dante’s voice in her ear, his words a gruff Italian and a balm to her soul, urged her to the finish as he begged her to come on his cock.
The release was blinding when it did take hold, turning all of Cat’s muscles to nothing but jello. Her inner walls clamped down and her cry of Dante’s name bounced off the walls.
“Up, move up,” Dante whispered.
“I can’t,” she mumbled as the rushes of bliss wracked her womb.
Cristo, she tried and she just couldn’t fucking move for him.
“S’okay. Breathe, kitten.”
Dante didn’t ask Cat to move again. Instead, he lifted her off his cock as if she didn’t weigh a thing, turned her around so she was facing him, and then sunk into her tender, clenching sex all over again. The softest, most gentle kiss jarred Cat from her dazed stupor. The pleased, contented stare her husband leveled on her was so fucking beautiful it ached.
In an unhurried pace, keeping a hold on her backside to lift her up and down on his length, Dante fucked Cat to his own finish. She felt his cock twitch right before his come filled her in thick streams. Dante’s moan melted into a satisfied sigh, the sound muffled against Cat’s neck.
“Cazzo, you’re so fucking perfect. Ti amo, bella mia.”
Cat hummed, placing a kiss to his racing pulse. “Ti amo.”
Dante’s foot kicked, knocking the plug in the tub out. While the water began to drain slowly, Cat milked in her husband’s attention, grateful that she would have it on only her for the rest of the evening and well into the next day. Deft fingers rubbed circles into her sore muscles. His kisses peppered her hair and face.
“Thank you. I needed this and wouldn’t have asked someone to watch him myself,” Cat confessed quietly.
“I know you did. I needed it, too. That’s why I asked Lucian to take Michel. Besides, with the Commission meeting in two days, our heads needed to be screwed on straight. Fucking you always puts me in the right mindset.”
Cat shook her head, giggling. “True. Still … We’re not selfish for taking a night away from him so we could do this, right?”
Dante laughed. “I sure as fuck think not. We earned it, Catrina.”
“I still feel a little bit guilty.”
“Don’t. You’re a good mother, Amore.”
“Am I?”
“Of course.”
Dante was an even better father, in Cat’s opinion. Michel was so attached to Dante that he rarely allowed his papà out of his sight when they were in the same room. Dante doted on the boy constantly, feeding to his every whim and desire.
Sometimes, though it was rare, Cat even felt like an outsider when she watched the two together. They were a perfect fit as father and son. Dante was a natural, too. He never balked or shied away from parenting or the responsibility Michel added onto his life.
He loved the child. Like Cat did. And a lot like how they loved one another, she supposed.
Dante deserved more children if the way he loved Michel was any indication of how he would love others. Even the house they were surveying to buy was built for a big family, yet they had no children but Michel to fill the empty bedrooms. A wisp of sadness floated through Cat, dimming her remaining high.
“You know, you always tense up when something upsets you,” Dante said as the last bit of water drained from the tub. “Especially in your shoulders. And you get a little wrinkle between your eyebrows, but it doesn’t stay long.”
“You’re the only man to notice these things because you’re the one man I’ve let hold me like this,” Cat replied. “More importantly, you’re the only man I’ve allowed see me when I am upset over something. Even if it is trivial.”
“I figured.”
Dante pushed them upward, helping Cat to her feet and then out of the slick tub. He got out, too, grabbing a towel to pat his wife dry before wrapping it around her frame. Pulling the second towel from the rack, he wiped his body down and secured the fabric around his waist.
“Talk to me,” Dante demanded.
“It’s not important, and I don’t want to bring up bad feelings.”
Dante waved at her, shrugging. “You’re already upset so your point is moot. We’ve had a great night. Do you really want to end it with us arguing about something?”
“There’s no need to argue because there isn’t anything to say. It was just a thought that sneaked up on me, and I wasn’t expecting it to. It’s an idea neither of us can entertain, so why bother talking about it?”
Dante’s gaze narrowed. “What idea?”
Cat wet her lips, wondering how to voice her gloomy thoughts. “I was thinking about children.”
“Uh …” A frown marred Dante’s features, his own sadness darkening his eyes. “I’m sorry, you’re going to need to explain that, Cat, because we both know there’s nothing to talk about.”
“Exactly,” Cat murmured. “Just the look on your face said it all.”
“Because we have a child. Our son. I don’t understand why you’re thinking of more children at all.”
“I was thinking you were such a good father and you loved kids, so I wished I could give you more.”
Dante cleared his throat, giving his wife a confused look. “Dolcezza, between us, I’m the one who can’t give you more children. You work just fine. I don’t.”
“I don’t like it when you say it that way, Dante.”
“Well, it’s true. You were right, why bother talking about it? We can’t entertain it.”
Cat blinked away tears she hadn’t realized were there until they stung her eyes. Silent and somber, Dante walked past her, leaving her alone in the bathroom. Breathing deeply to ward off the battering emotions threatening to take her under its current, Cat took a few minutes to rethink what she wanted from Dante. Most importantly, in regards to children.
Dante kept saying the possibility was dead. Knowing the advancements in the field of infertility treatment, Cat doubted that was really the case. There had to be some kind of treatment to he
lp them besides donors. That one was out of the question.
If she were truly honest, being with and loving her husband made her want to be a mother again, too. Her reasons for considering more children wasn’t just for Dante, but for herself. Michel hadn’t just changed Dante, he changed Cat, too.
Cat grabbed her silk robe off the hook on the back of the bathroom door. She pulled it on and tied the sash tight at her waist. Dante was already under the blankets in their bed, his back turned to her.
“You’re angry with me now.” She could practically feeling his irritation from across the room.
“Not you, more myself,” Dante said. “I would never blame you for wanting something normal. And like I always knew I would, I’m left apologizing to a woman who loves me for being incapable of giving her what she wants and deserves. My failures only hold you back and that pisses me off, Catrina.”
“This isn’t a failure on your part, and I don’t want your apology. I don’t need it. I want to go have testing done,” Cat said before her nerve ran out.
Dante’s shoulders stiffened before he rotated in the bed to face Cat. “I beg your pardon?”
“Just what I said. We should know if the possibility is completely nil or not.”
“It is,” Dante said, the words hissing through his teeth. “I’ve had two rounds of testing done. I have no desire to go through it again just to be told I don’t have the soldiers to get the job done, Cat. It’s fucking embarrassing and goddamn undignified.”
“You had the last round of testing done nearly a decade ago.”
“So, what’s your point?”
“Didn’t they tell you your fertility might come back, even if it would be at a lesser potency?” Cat asked.
Dante’s jaw ticked. “How do you know that?”
“Because I wanted to understand, Dante. I know reading up doesn’t give a clear outlook on the precise issue, but it does give me an idea about things. The fact remains, there is a chance your fertility could return.”
