"Not…."
"On your back, Katya."
I clamber onto the bed and lie on it, my head on the pillows. Gabriele moves to the foot of the bed.
"Open your legs. Show me what's mine."
I do as he asks, spreading my thighs wide. Gabriele stares down at me for several long seconds. It takes everything I have in me not to close my legs.
There's something mortifying about lying here on display. But when I look at my husband's face and see the reverence there, any sense of vulnerability I experienced fades away.
The mattress dips as he climbs onto it. He comes down over me, taking my lips with his once more. His hand skims my side with a deliberateness that's both tender and maddening. I want more.
He kisses his way down my throat and takes my right nipple into his mouth. As he sucks gently, I reach down to tangle my fingers in his hair. Gabriele immediately stops what he's doing.
"Hands above your head, Katya. Clasp your fingers together and do not move or I'll be forced to bind you."
Though the prospect of that doesn't scare me as much as it once would, I'm not ready for that yet so I do as he instructed, raising my hands above my head.
"Good girl."
He returns his attention to my nipple, sucking gently until he pulls a low moan from deep inside me. Then he moves to my other nipple and gives it the same delicious treatment. I sigh contentedly as he moves slowly downward, pausing to dip his tongue into my bellybutton. That makes me squeal.
Gabriele looks up at me, an eyebrow raised. "Ticklish?"
"Maybe." The sensation was unlike anything I've felt before.
He continues his downward journey, placing kisses on my abdomen before moving to my pubic mound. He opens me up and runs his tongue along the length of my pussy in one continuous stroke.
"Oh, fuck!" I murmur as he circles my clit with the tip of his tongue.
"Patience." I feel him smirking against me. "We'll get to it."
He carries on laving my hypersensitive flesh with his tongue until my head is thrashing from side to side. The pressure building at my core is unbearable but, just as I'm on the precipice, he pulls back.
"Gabriele!" I grumble.
"Oh? Did you want to come?"
"Yes," I whine.
"You may, but you'll do it on my cock."
I make a move to roll over onto my stomach, but he stops me. He slides up my body, positioning his cock at my entrance. I practically hold my breath. Is this it? Will he finally let me watch him come undone?
He slides into me with practiced ease and holds himself still for a second. Burying his face in the crook of my neck, he starts to move.
"Gabriele!" I say firmly, but he's already thrusting into me, establishing a slow but steady rhythm. I slap his shoulder, hard. "Gabriele."
He pauses. Waits for me to speak.
"I want to see you."
A heartbeat passes. Then two. Then a third. Finally, Gabriele moves. He raises himself up onto his hands and stares into my eyes. Not waiting for permission, I unclasp my hands and bring them down to cup his face. I kiss his cheek, brushing my lips gently over his scars. Then I gently remove the patch from his eye. He lets me. I study him closely, letting him know that I see the damage and I’m not repulsed by it. I brush the back of my fingers over his scarred eyebrow and wait.
For a moment, he looks stunned. "I want to make love to my husband, not a pirate," I say.
Gabriele barks out a laugh.
