Had a wonderful lunch with the girls. Thank you for encouraging this xx
A few minutes later, my phone buzzes with a reply.
I'm glad it went well. I'll be home later. Why not go shopping and get some new clothes?
I hesitate at his message. Can I spend his money? I haven't spent anything other than what's necessary.
I grin at the message. He may regret offering me the chance to go on a shopping spree.
Dinner was good. Everyone was home and present, and conversation flowed smoothly. Thankfully, the hostility that was in the air when I first married Cesare is gone. His children aren't treating me like I'm dirt beneath their shoes anymore.
I'm in the bedroom wearing my new nightdress, red, lacy, and sheer. It fits like a glove and I feel beautiful wearing it. It's been weeks since Cesare and I have had sex. I love that he wanted me to heal completely, but tonight I need my husband.
I'm rubbing lotion into my legs when he walks in. I don't turn, but I hear the lock engage and smile to myself.
As I continue with the lotion, I hear Cesare's footsteps approaching. My heart races in anticipation.
"Tori," he says, voice low and husky. "You look absolutely breathtaking."
I turn to face him, feeling a thrill at the desire in his eyes. "Thank you," I say softly. "I bought it today. Do you like it?"
Cesare's eyes roam over my body, taking in every inch of the sheer red lace. "Like it?" he growls. "I fucking love it."
In two quick strides, he's in front of me, pulling me flush against his body. His lips crash onto mine in a searing kiss that leaves me breathless. I melt into him, arms wrapping around his neck as I return the kiss with equal passion.
Cesare's hands roam my body, the thin fabric doing little to dull the sensation of his touch. I moan softly as his fingers brush my breast, nipple hardening instantly.
"God, Tori," Cesare groans, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down my neck. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
I gasp as he nips at my pulse point. "Show me," I whisper daringly.
With a growl, Cesare lifts me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carries me to the bed. He lays me down gently, eyes dark with desire as he looks down at me.
"You're sure?" he asks, always the gentleman even in moments like these. "You're fully healed?"
I nod, reaching up to cup his face. "I'm sure, Cesare. I want you. I need you."
That's all the encouragement he needs. Cesare quickly sheds his clothes before joining me on the bed. His hands and lips seem to be everywhere at once, leaving trails of fire on my skin.
I arch into his touch, my body responding eagerly. It's been so long since we've been together, I know it won't take much to set me off.
Cesare takes his time, slowly building tension between us. His fingers ghost over my skin, teasing and tantalizing. When he finally slips a finger inside me, I'm already embarrassingly wet.
"So responsive," he murmurs appreciatively, adding a second finger. "So perfect."
I whimper as he curls his fingers, hitting that spot that makes me see stars. "Cesare, please," I beg, not even sure what I'm asking for.
He seems to understand. With one smooth motion, he enters me, filling me completely. We both groan at the sensation.
"Fuck, Tori," Cesare grunts, forehead resting against mine as he gives me a moment to adjust. "Nothing's better than being inside you."
He thrusts into me harder than before, pulls back and repeats the movement. Every slam of his hips makes me cry out. I cling to his back, pulling him deeper, loving the low grunts he makes every time he hits that deep spot inside me.
"God, Cesare," I moan, nails digging into his back as he sets a steady rhythm. "Don't stop."
He captures my lips in a searing kiss, swallowing my moans as he picks up the pace. One hand finds its way between us, thumb circling my clit in time with his thrusts.
He twists his hips, thrusting harder and faster, thumb pressing against my clit. The dual stimulation is almost too much. I can feel my orgasm building rapidly, coiling tension in my lower belly.
