“Never betray me, Caterina. Not for love, blood or money. Keep no secrets from me that affect the Trio in Las Vegas. Swear to that and I swear you’ll never need to question my faithfulness.”
I hear the dire warning in his words, but it doesn’t hold me back. “I swear it.”
Then, he’s kissing me again, settling back over my body and sinking his long fingers into my hair while his mouth resumes worshiping mine. My insecurities and the disparities don’t stand a chance when he’s kissing me this way.
With so little experience to fall back on, I let him lead, trusting him, and with every minute that passes, I feel more confident. Iflick my tongue against his, relishing his pleased rumble when I do. The kisses deepen, turning even more passionate. I pant for breath between battling his tongue with my own and soon it’s not enough. I want more of him.
Slowly, he works his way from my mouth down my throat and chest until he reaches my breasts. One hand squeezes me lightly, his thumb and forefinger pinching a hard nipple, while his hot mouth covers the other.“Ohhh… oh, yes,” I sigh, remembering this from the other morning and how amazing it felt. He suckles each breast until I’m squirming beneath him, desperate for the release I know he can give me. “More,” I beg.
“Patience. You can touch me, too.” He returns to lavishing attention on my breasts, edging me, making me wait. It’s the sweetest variety of torment I can imagine.
Meanwhile, he’s shirtless, and the temptation is too great to keep my hands clenched by my sides. I begin to rub them up and down his muscles, taking care to avoid the place where he stitched himself up, and then working my way around to his strong back. His skin is on fire. His spicy fragrance is pleasing and so male. Spreading my legs further apart, I love how his hard body feels above me and how his mouth keeps me teetering on the brink of bliss. I can’t focus on anything but the sensations and hope I can leave him as dazed as he does me.
Continuing my exploration, the tell-tale ridges of his various scars remind me of the old globe in my father’s study with its topographical raised relief. I will map him out. I’ll learn his hard edges. I’ll search for the deep valleys, too. There’s more to this man than someone who tortures and kills, isn’t there?
At last, his kisses move from my breasts, sliding down my belly. It’s ticklish but I don’t flinch. I’m too focused on his destination. “Alessio…”
“Spread those legs a wee bit more for me, kitten.” I can feel his warm breath down there. Excitement floods every synapses. I’mnot sure what to expect exactly, but he promised me pleasure. He inhales deeply, working his hands under my butt cheeks. “So sweet and wet,” he growls. That low, dark voice is enough to make me wetter.
His tongue swipes through my lower lips, and I nearly jump out of my skin from the sensation. He squeezes my ass, chuckling. “Easy now.” He repeats the movement, again and again. Then, he focuses on my clit. It’s too much and still not enough. How can anything feel this wonderful? I find myself unable to resist bucking my hips to meet his tongue, desperate to keep him right there. “That’s right. Let’s have you ride my face, wife.”
Without warning, he flips us over until he’s on his back, and he has me straddled above him. A brief blast of self-consciousness hits me when I see us in the bedroom mirror, me completely nude, flushed and panting, hovering over my husband’s face and his arms locked around my hips and ass, his obvious erection tenting his boxers.
But, soon enough, the hedonistic desires of my body overcome my modest impulses. I position myself with my knees on either side of his head and begin to move as he stares up at me, licking me, drinking up every drop of arousal that I give him. The sounds he makes are absolutely obscene, but I’m no better, moaning his name and whimpering with every toe-curling touch. My uncertainty about what I’m doing crumbles in the face of such ecstasy.
He spreads me a little wider and sucks on my clit just so. I break into a million pieces for him, crying out in rapture. Shamelessly, I ride his face without mercy, chasing every second of delight. He keeps working his magic through each wave of my orgasm. I never realized it would come in waves that way. In truth, it’s beyond anything I’ve ever imagined.
Melting like butter in the sun once the strongest pulses have ended, I sink heavily toward the bed. I might be suffocating him for all I know, but his tongue continues to gently lick me. I hum to myself, unable to believe this night. He lifts me from his face at last and lays me back across our bed, his chin and lips shining from my arousal when he claims a kiss. The musky tang hits my tongue, and I find myself blushing. “Dolce Caterina,” he murmurs.Sweet.Everything about this night is.
“I could touch you if you-”
“I’m not finished with you.”
True to his word, Alessio begins by kissing me again and then moves to my breasts. This time, as his mouth awakens that needfulness inside me, his hand slips between my legs. “I’m going to finger you for your second orgasm, Caterina.”
“Will it hurt?”
“I don’t think it will. You’re very wet. But, if it does, tell me to stop.”
I don’t tell him to stop though it does sting at first. He watches me intently as his finger pushes gently but surely inside my channel while he’s teasing my nipples with his tongue. It feels like such an invasion, and I can’t help tensing but, when he mouths the word pain in question, I shake my head. “I can take it. Give me more.” It stokes fresh fire in his blue gaze, and I love that as much as the pleasure he offers.
One finger feels like so much, but his thumb circles my clit, and I love the attention he’s giving my breasts. A second finger stretches me to the point I feel like I’m being ripped apart. How on earth will I handle his penis? “Try not to tense so much. Relax if you can and it should get better,” he murmurs in my ear.
I try and suddenly his thumb is pressing down on my clit as he sucks a bit harder on my breasts. It distracts me. It’s more than distracting. It’s sublime. Just like that, the stretch and sting mean nothing. I’m floating again. I’m seeing stars. My hips chasethe movement of his hand, and I come every bit as intensely as I did the first time.
“Two out of three,” he says and it takes me a moment to catch up.
“You mean to make me come with your dick next?”
“I will… but not tonight.” He’s respecting my earlier wishes, and I know that’s probably for the best. Even if there’s a small part of me wanting more. “You’re getting sleepy,” he whispers, somehow aware of my internal debate. “You’ll get to come again in the morning, greedy girl, and maybe I will, too.”
My eyes flick down to where his erection is trying to punch its way through his boxers. “Are you surehecan wait that long?”
He chuckles, giving his boner a shove. “He’ll have to. Enough torturing me, kitten. We both need sleep.”
I smile, ready to acquiesce, but the word torture is still lingering in my consciousness when my hand glides up to capture his wrist. There’s the circular raised mark on the inside of it. My brows snap together, instinct guiding me to the matching scar on his other wrist. “Will you tell me what these are from?”
He turns the lamp off, his eyes becoming deep, dark pools in the moonlight. I feel a wall rising between us when he says the word I’ve been thinking – “Torture.”
