“What if I’m bad at it?” she breathes, the worry in her eyes so genuine, it makes my heart squeeze.
“That’s impossible.” I lean in, my lips brushing her ear. “Trust me.”
A shiver ripples through her, and for a second, I think she might back away. Instead, she looks up at me with a spark of curiosity that feels like an invitation. “Is that something you want to do?” she asks quietly. “Punish me?”
The question catches me off guard—not because of what she’s asking, but because of the way she asks it. Not with fear but with fascination. There’s no doubt Evi would make a perfect sub with her natural desire to please me. But she would be hard to punish when she’s so full of sunshine and light. Still, I’d think of something.
“Only if you want to try it,” I murmur. “I want to learnyourdarkest desires.”
Evi’s breath hitches, but she doesn’t shy away, and a slow smile spreads across her lips. “Okay.”
The word hits harder than a bullet. She means it. I can see it in her eyes—that stubborn determination that won’t let her yield, just like when she offered to stitch me up. But there’s something else too, something softer, and it calls to a part of me I thought I’d long since buried.
I trace my thumb down her throat, feeling the rapid flutter of her pulse, and I’ve never wanted her more than I do in this moment. But still, I hold back. “You know what you’re saying?”
She nods once, the movement small but certain. “I trust you.”
God, help me.
The sound that leaves my throat is somewhere between a growl and a groan, and I kiss her again, harder this time, pouring every ounce of restraint I have into keeping myself tethered. She meetsme with the same urgency, her hands finding my shoulders, sliding up the back of my neck, drawing me closer.
Every sense sharpens—the heat, the slickness of her skin against mine, the faint tremor in her breath. I could drown in this. In her. Letting my hands trail down her body, I explore her, stroking, kneading, rewarding her for her bravery.
And Evi presses into me, her soft breasts yielding to my hard chest, her nipples adamant against my skin. The stitches pulse beneath my bandage, but that only reminds me of just how talented my wife is with her fingers.
Pressing my knee between her thighs, I guide them open, and she gasps as my skin meets the wet warmth of her slit. She’s already wet for me, and my cock twitches with anticipation. But this moment isn’t about me right now. It’s about showing Evi just what a good girl she is.
So I keep our lips locked as I wrap one arm around her waist, and with my other hand, reach between her thighs to stroke her eager folds.
Evi whimpers, her body going slack as her knees give out beneath her. But I already have a good grip on her, and I hold her firmly against my body as I spread her slick juices over her clit and start to circle.
She gives a full-body shiver, her arms trembling as she clings to my neck, and the feel of her surrender drives that animal instinct inside me to go wild. But I keep it firmly tethered, consuming her lips and tangling my tongue with hers so I won’t lose all sense of purpose and decide to take her hard and fast and relentlessly against the shower wall.
“Sandro,” Evi whimpers against my lips, and I circle harder, then slide two fingers into her tight entrance as I grind the heel of my palm against her clit. “Oh God!” she gasps, her head falling back against the shower wall with a thump as she falls apart around me.
Slick excitement gushes from her folds, coating my fingers as her pussy throbs, urging me deeper. I comply, thrusting my fingers in to the hilt and curling them. Evi shudders, her hips rolling forward in a greedy chase as she rides out her climax, and my cock throbs to know that it will be the first of many tonight.
Breaking our kiss, I stare down at her beautifully blissful face, the softness of her features as her eyelids flutter, her eyes rolling back into her head. I press my forehead to hers again, breathing her in, and the heat between us builds until it feels like the air itself might ignite. I don’t need to push it further. The promise is already there, humming under our skin like an electric current.
She’s flushed, her chest rising and falling against mine. I can feel her heart racing, matching the rhythm of my own, and it takes every ounce of control I possess to keep things from slipping past the edge.
Instead, I trail my thumb along her lower lip, watching the way she quivers. “You’re something else,raggio di sole,” I whisper. “Did you know that?”
Her smile is small, but real. “You keep calling me that.”
“Because that’s what you are.” I drag my knuckles along her jaw, the affection in the motion surprising even me. “You light up every damn room you walk into.”
The words leave my mouth before I can stop them, and I immediately want to take them back. I don’t do confessions. Not like that.
But Evi’s smile deepens, soft and luminous, and I can’t bring myself to regret it.
For a long moment, neither of us moves. The only sound is the steady rush of water, the rhythm of our breathing syncing until I can’t tell where mine ends and hers begins.
Then I lean down, kiss her once more—slow, claiming, the kind that makes my pulse hammer—and pull back just enough to speak against her lips.
“Dry off,” I tell her, my voice low and rough. “Go wait for me on the bed.”
Her breath stutters, but she nods, and a moment later, she’s stepping out of the shower, water trailing down her skin as she reaches for a towel. She doesn’t ask why. She doesn’t need to. There’s trust in her eyes, quiet and absolute.
