She swallows a few times. “Because today has been a hard day,” she answers softly.
“You’ve had rough days before. What specifically about today made you cry?” I ask her.
She looks away toward the closed door of the bedroom as her breathing increases, trying to come up with something to say.So, not giving her the opportunity to come up with a half truth, I grab her around the waist, lift her, and impale her on my dick.
Her hands come up to my shoulders and her nails dig into my skin, but I welcome it. I slowly move her up and down on my cock, my balls already drawing up at how good she feels. Her head falls back, the ends of her hair tickling my thighs as I continue to use her body. When her pussy begins to flutter around me, I lift her off of me and place her on my upper thighs.
Olivia’s head comes up, and she eyes me in frustration. “I want to come, Sir.”
Her voice is sure and bold. One side of my mouth tilts up, part of me proud of her. It took her months to get to this point where she could tell me exactly what she wants.
“No.” I don’t offer an explanation as her eyebrows drop in confusion and the lines between them become so pronounced I want to kiss them away. But I resist. “What made you cry?” I ask again, more firm this time.
She stares at me as understanding dawns on her and she figures out what I’m doing. Before she can pull away, I lift her again and slide her down my cock. Again. She moans. I grunt. Something in her eyes lights up and one side of her mouth lifts. She places her hands on my shoulders again and she begins to ride me. Furiously. I fold my lips between my teeth as my balls draw up again and that tingling sensation at the base of my spine I’m all too familiar with makes me want to push her on her back and fuck her until I come.
With a smirk, I decide to do exactly that. I push her back, and her eyes show a brief moment of triumph when I pound into her. Once I grab her hands, I push them above her head, holding them tight as I use her pussy to get me off. I make sure the base of my cock doesn’t touch her clit and instead of tilting slightly to touch her g-spot, I piston in and out.
“Sir,” she whines, wanting more and clearly frustrated I’m not giving it to her.
“You can come when you tell me why you cried.”
My voice is breathless and husky.Fuck, she feels good. Her eyes widen at my words just as I come. I want to roll off her so I don’t risk touching her just right and setting her off, but all I’m able to do is pull out and catch myself on my forearms as I catch my breath.
Olivia lies beneath me, stiff and unmoving. I slowly sit up and lean back on my knees, not looking at her face just yet because I know it’s going to kill me. She’s hurting and now I’m making her angry. But there’s a purpose behind it she doesn’t understand yet. My eyes drop to where I was just pounding into her and watch as my cum drips out of her.
Catching some of it with my fingers, I push it back into her. I know she said she couldn’t get pregnant, but what if she’s mistaken? She huffs and crosses her arms over her chest.
“There’s no point in doing that. It won’t do any good,” she snaps.
I watch her closely as I gather some more and push it into her. This time I use a different touch and she inhales sharply as a shudder works through her.
“Why do you think that?” I ask her as I swirl my middle finger around her clit.
She stares up at the ceiling, blinking rapidly as a tear drops from the corner of her eye.
“He took it away,” she says and drops her hands on to the mattress.
Olivia squeezes her eyes shut as more tears form at her eyelashes and drop down the side of her cheek toward her hairline. I continue to swirl my fingers around her clit and her hips jerk up, chasing what only I can give her.
“What did he take away?” I ask her softly. I run my fingers through her folds and she bends her legs, chasing the feeling. She slowly opens her eyes again. They’re red and this time as she stares up at me, she doesn’t try to hide the fact that she’s about to break.
“My ovaries and uterus.”
Chapter sixty-one
Olivia
My voice cracks as my body spasms from the orgasm he’s been denying me. Victor pushes his fingers in me, knowing I love the fullness, and makes it more intense. He lies down next to me and I curl into him as overwhelming sobs rack through my body. Removing his fingers, he pulls me close as I curl into a ball and allow his large frame to engulf me. I can hardly breathe because of how hard I’m crying, but he doesn’t stop me.
He holds me close, rubbing his hand up and down my spine before dropping kisses on top of my head and forehead. “I know how hard that was for you, treasure. I’m so proud of you for telling me,” he whispers into my ear, making me cry harder.
What am I going to do when he’s not around anymore?I crawl even closer to him. He rolls over onto his back and allows me to take up residence on his chest as tears continue to stream from my eyes. He leans up slightly, grabbing the fluffy blanketat the end of the bed and pulling it over both of us. When I fall asleep, it’s to his soft voice calling me a good girl.
I wake up in the middle of the night still wrapped in Victor’s arms. I shift slightly and grimace. My eyes are swollen and puffy, and I can still feel the remnants of our love making between my thighs.
“How are you feeling?” Victor’s voice startles me and I pop up to look at him, but his face is blurry since my eyes are so swollen. He runs his hand down my hair. “Come on, baby. Let’s go take a shower, then we can talk.”
My heart beats rapidly at his endearment. I love when he calls me treasure ordolce ragazza, but this feels different. More intimate. He gives me a moment to go to the bathroom to relieve myself before coming in and turning the shower on. I think back over everything that’s happened today and pull my bottom lip between my teeth.I told him. I finally told him.When I glance at him out of the corner of my eye, he’s studying me as we wait for the water to warm up. I don’t know how to feel about that.
