“Tommaso, please.” My voice is thick with need.
He smiles down at me, gently caressing the inside of my left ankle. “What do you need?”
“You.”
He shakes his head. “Be more specific.”
I look down at his hard shaft, at the bead of pre-cum, and lick my lips. His smile is sinister when I look back at him.
He kneels on the bed beside me, close to my head. I lift my head, having no idea what to actually do, only knowing that I want to lick and taste him. He grips his shaft, angling it down for me, and I stick out my tongue to lick the bead of cum off his crown. His groan encourages me, and this time, I press my tongue along the slit.
“That’s it, my perfect wife,” he groans, wrapping his other hand under my head to support it.
Feeling bolder, I wrap my lips around him and slide down his shaft to take as much of him as I can in this position. His hips buck, shoving it deeper, hitting the back of my throat, and I gag.
“Breathe through your nose.” He pulls back before sliding back in. “That’s it, love. You’re doing fucking perfect,” he groans, hitting the back of my throat again, and I breathe through the urge to gag and push him out.
I’m at his mercy. Restrained, while he controls the thrusts and how deep he is in my mouth. And I’m so turned-on that I can’t think of anything but him and the ache between my legs.
Drool drips out of the side of my mouth, but I don’t care. Not while he looks down at me with that obsession burning in his eyes, and he praises me for how good I’m doing while he thrusts harder and deeper. When I can’t fight my gag reflex anymore, he groans and looks in pain.
His powerful body is taut, and a shudder wracks his frame. But his cum doesn’t flood my mouth. Instead, he jerks out, heaving harshly, and I cry out in disappointment and yank on my restraints, trying to grab him back to me.
He falls between my thighs, and pleasure explodes at finally having my pussy touched. His tongue licks and laps and pushes into me, and when he suckles on my clit, I come hard. An explosion of pleasure rips through my body, making it bow. My orgasm is still coursing through me as Tommaso drives into me.
I scream his name as he fights his way into my clenching pussy and prolongs my climax. He moves in me, harder than he had before, and while I’m still sore, I welcome it and him, my body relaxing to sheath tightly around him.
“I can’t hold back,” he grits as he drives back into me. “I can’t fucking control—”
“Don’t control. Unleash, Tommaso.”
His hungry darkness consumes me as he stares down at where we’re connected. “At least twice a day, I cum in this pussy.” It’s an order.
He’s said that before, and I eagerly agree, knowing what he’s implying.
“Give me your cum, husband. I want your children.” I moan as he hits a delicious spot inside me.
“Oh, fuck.” He shakes, and I know he’s trying to hold off, wanting me to come again before he does. But I want his cum right now more than my own release.
“Let go. Come inside me,” I command. If my hands were free, I’d rake them down his back as that seemed to push him over the edge on our wedding night. I wrap my legs around him, digging the heels of my feet into his back to keep him closer.
“My queen. My fucking everything.” Then his animalistic groan fills the bedroom as I feel him thicken, then pulse inside me.
He doesn’t quit moving inside me as he reaches his hand between our slick bodies and massages my clit.
With my arousal, plus his cum, it’s wet and slippery, making a mess. But I don’t care. He refuses to relent until I’m crying his name again, clenching and convulsing around him.
Once I’m finally coming down from the high, I’m limp and boneless as he undoes his tie and rubs the redness on my wrists because I was pulling on the restraints so hard, wanting to touch him. He curls me into his body, me fitting perfectly, like I’m the missing piece to his masterpiece.
He strokes my hair, holding me close. “What do you think of Massimo as our first son’s name?”
Massimo means the greatest or the largest, and I smile. “I think that’s perfect.” But then groan slightly as I shift. “But I really hope he’s a small baby.”
Tommaso chuckles as he untangles us and lifts me from the bed. “Come, wife. Let me take care of you and your tender pussy with a warm bath.”
I curl into his chest as he carries me with a smile, and contented bliss envelops me.
Chapter 29
