And when my hands finally touch her bare skin, I’m wild. She’s so incredibly soft, and her stroking my chest and gripping my arms is unbelievable.
Everything I’ve ever wanted is right here.
I toss away her knickers with far more haste than the cute little white cotton deserves—I’ll admire her in her underwear soon—and tumble us onto the bed. We end up with me half on top of her, one of my knees between her soft thighs. I’d like to kiss every part of her, but the need to claim her is all-consuming.
It’s light. Finally. Before today, all our kisses and the times I’ve made her come have been in the dark. I’m going to see how her face shows her bliss.
She’s stroking my shoulder with one hand, and reaches down between us for my cock—her small hand a shock of pleasure on the head.
“Ruby,” I gasp out, and she smiles. Her tears are gone, her eyes clear, and a flicker of confidence is growing.
I groan.
“I want you to explore, but you have to know, I won’t last if you…” My brain short-circuits as she closes her fingers around my length.
I have her underneath me, her hands pinned on either side of her shoulders in a blink.
“One day, soon, I’ll let you play and torture me all you want, wife.”
Her eyes go wide as I use that word.
“Mywife,” I repeat deliberately. “I need to make you mine, Ruby. In a way that neither of us, nor anyone else, will mistake.”
“Dante…”
She makes a needy little sound from the back of her throat. The top of my thigh brushes her sex, and we both moan.
“I want nothing between us. Have you thought about babies, Ruby?”
I hold my breath. It’s fine. If Ruby doesn’t want kids, I’ll manage. Italians don’t have to have big families. It would be nice to give my wife a baby or five, but all I really need is Ruby.
“Yes.” She gives a little nod.
“What did you think, wife?”
She shivers and arches up towards me. “I thought about you getting me pregnant. And how much I’d like that. How proud I’d be to be your pregnant wife.”
“I need that too.” My chest heaves like I’m running a marathon. “I need to fuck you raw until you’re overflowing with my come, and then watch you as you’re pregnant with my child. My good girl. My perfect little wife.”
I kiss her hard, even as my body clamours for more.
“I love you so much, tesorina,” I say, pulling my head away, panting. “Are you wet for me? Or do I need to hold you down and lick you until you scream and thrash as you come?”
“Please. Now.” She writhes against me, trying to get friction just as she did all those times I caught her rubbing her thighs together, and that’s all the answer I get.
“Open your legs wide for me.” I rasp the order, and she obeys immediately. She’s looking up at me with the sort of awe that’s reserved for gods, stars, and really good cheese.
Her trust is so precious.
I move so the length of my cock rests on her seam, and it’s like firecrackers as I’m coated with Ruby’s slick desire. “My good girl, you’re soaking wet for me.”
“You’re so big,” she whimpers.
“Are you going to be my good wife and take all of this fat cock?” I roll my hips so she can feel my size. And she’s tiny. She’ll be a tight fit, but we’ll be perfect together.
“I want to be a good wife to you, Dante,” she breathes.
“You already are, tesorina. You’re my good girl, and I love you more than you’ll ever know.” I shift down slightly, so her face is only just offset from mine and my cock notches at her entrance. Her softness almost undoes me. The slick warmth of her body has me holding on by a hair’s breadth from driving into what I know will feel like heaven.
