“Embarrassing?” He curls his fingers harder against that spot, and I cry out. “Doe, do you have any idea how fucking sexy it is? Watching you lose control like that? Feeling you come so hard you drench my hand?”
“But it’s so messy”
“I don’t care about messy.” His voice drops to something commanding. “I love messy. I need you to do it again. I need to feel you let go for me.”
“I don’t know if I can stop it.”
“Good. Don’t stop it. I want you to.” He increases the pressure, his fingers moving faster, hitting that spot over and over. “I want you to squirt all over my hand. I want to feel how much you trust me. How much you let yourself go with me.”
My face burns with humiliation at the thought of losing control like that again, of making such a mess on our wedding night. But God, it feels so good. And the way he’s looking at me is like he’s never wanted anything more in his life. “Vincenzo—oh God—”
“That’s it. Stop fighting it. Let it happen.” His thumb works my clit in tight circles while his fingers curl relentlessly inside me. “You’re my wife now. That means I get all of you. Every messy, perfect, beautiful part of you.”
The pressure builds unbearably, that feeling like I need to pee but different, more intense and overwhelming.
“I can feel you struggling to hold back. Don’t. Give it to me. Soak these sheets. Make a mess. Show me how good I make you feel.”
“I’m—I’m going to—”
“Yes, you are. Come for me, doe. Squirt for me.”
He thrusts his fingers hard and fast, and the command in his voice breaks something loose inside me. I shatter with a scream, and liquid gushes from my body, warm and shocking, soaking his hand, his wrist, splashing onto the expensive sheets beneath us.
“Fuck yes,” he groans, working me through it, his fingers never stopping as I squirt again, my body convulsing with pleasure I can barely stand. “That’s my perfect girl. Look at you. So fucking beautiful when you let go.”
I’m crying and shaking and gasping, overwhelmed by sensation, by the vulnerability, by how exposed I feel.
But he’s looking at me like I’ve given him the greatest gift in the world.
“God, Adora.” He pulls his soaked fingers out slowly and brings them to his mouth, licking them clean while maintaining eye contact. “You taste incredible. And watching you lose control like that? Knowing I’m the only one who gets to see this? Who gets to make you do this?”
I watch him, fascinated, my face burning. “Are you sure it’s okay?”
“It’s fucking perfect.” He kisses me deeply, and I can taste myself on his tongue. “Don’t ever be embarrassed about how your body responds to me. Every sound you make, every way you come, every mess you make. It’s all mine, and I love every second of it.
“Now,” he says, his voice rough with need, “I’m going to fuck you properly. And if you squirt on my cock, even better.”
When I can focus again, I realize he’s still half dressed.
“I want to see you,” I gasp, still breathing hard. “All of you.”
He stands and undresses with deliberate slowness. His belt, button, zipper, and then he’s pushing his pants and boxer briefs down in one motion. His cock springs free, and my breathcatches. He’s long and thick, curving slightly upward, the head flushed dark with need. A bead of precum glistens at the tip.
“Oh God,” I breathe. My husband is beautiful. Dangerous, inked, and scarred and absolutely perfect. And impressively, intimidatingly aroused.
He traces the bruises on his ribs. “You see these? Every mark on my body is because of what we survived to get here. And now I’m going to make sure every inch of you knows who you belong to.”
He wraps his hand around himself, stroking slowly from base to tip, and I watch, mesmerized. “Like what you see, doe?”
“Come here,” I whisper, reaching for him.
He settles back over me, and I feel the hard length of him against my inner thigh.
“Are you nervous?” he asks, reading me perfectly.
“A little. But I want you.” I slide my hands down his back, feeling the flex of muscle under scarred skin.
“I know.” He grips my jaw gently but firmly, forcing me to keep his gaze. “Here’s what’s going to happen, doe. I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going to push inside this tight little pussy and make you mine in every way that matters. And you’re going to take every inch of me. Understand?”
