“Lift your hips,” he murmurs. My heart races as he settles over me. He’s bigger and so much stronger. A moment of panic flares when I feel his cock pressing against my opening, and I tense, expecting pain. “Relax.”
I nod into the pillow, still feeling unsure until Nico’s hand slips between my legs, and he starts rubbing my clit, stoking the hunger inside me with such ease. Patiently, he pleasures me, waiting for my thighs to unclench. A hesitant moan escapes before long.
“That’s it. I can’t wait to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock again. You were so tight last night. Driving me out of my goddamn mind. Let me fuck you, wife.”
I want that. I want to feel him inside of me again. I want to trust him with my body. And maybe with my heart as foolish as that is.
My hand slides down the sheets until it’s covering his, my silent signal for him to give me more. The pressure increases, a delicious friction that uncoils the tightness my earlier fear had produced. A low hum of arousal courses through me. I can feel myself getting wet again. Nico feels it, too. He dips his finger into my opening and then spreads my wetness over my clit. Repeats the action with seemingly infinite patience until my pussy is slick and ready.
His voice is drenched with lust when at last he roughly pants, “Is this okay or shall I stop, Matilde?”
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Nico
“Don’t stop.”
Her words are my command.
The pillow robs me of her full rapture when she comes with a muffled moan soon after. I’m half tempted to drag another orgasm out of her, but I already came like a horny teenager on the sheets earlier and don’t want a repeat of that.
Raising her hips a bit more, her gorgeous ass is too tempting for my sanity. I want to lick her again. Everywhere. I can’t get enough of this woman.
“Nico?” she whispers. She’s got a death grip on the pillow. She feels vulnerable.
“I would slice off my ears and stab my own eyes out before I’d hurt you. Will you trust me?” I murmur, rubbing her ass cheeks as I rise to my knees.
She nods and shudders when the head of my cock brushes her entrance.Slow,I remind myself. I take my time sliding my cock through her pussy lips, wetting it with her arousal, making sure to give her clit plenty of attention. Her fists unclench and she rocks back experimentally, meeting my gentle thrusts. “Fuck, yes,tesoro,like that,” I groan.
She looks back over her shoulder at me, her guileless curiosity doing things to my carefully guarded heart. Focusing on her beautiful body again, I reach around to rub her clit some more. Writhing andtwisting, she tries to turn, but I prevent that. “Touch yourself for me, Matilde.”
“My stepmother…”
“What did we say about her?”
Her satiny cheek turns pink as she obeys my earlier command, her fingers fumbling between her thighs and cautiously brushing over my cock as she does. My balls tighten dangerously. Goddammit, I’m not coming again until my cock is fully buried in her pussy.
I unwrap a condom from the bedside table. Matilde’s hand falls away, and she tenses. “I told you last night they’re not latex.”
“It is not the allergy,”she replies, switching to Italian in her discomfort.“It is the sound. It reminds me… of that doctor. The gloves and cold gel and the exam. My virginity made me more valuable to them but all I felt was degradation. I don’t know why the sound makes me think of it. I don’t even know if he was a real doctor.”
I grow so still with rage a shotgun going off next to me wouldn’t make me flinch.That doctor.The man the traffickers used, that piece of shit who violated my wife. Those fucking cockroaches who captured her, who dared to touch her and hold her captive. And whoever is at the top of that pyramid making the most profit from those stolen girls, I am going to slaughter them all.
Swallowing hard, I return my attention to my young wife. She doesn't need to see my fury. I will protect her from everything, including my dark nature as best I can. I wish she’d let me turn the light back off so I could hold her close during sex. Considering what she endured, I doubt she’d appreciate a blindfold.
Instead, I pull her up to her knees so that my arms are wrapped around her torso, her back against my chest. Kissing her neck andlightly kneading her breasts, I work on relaxing her again. Her nipples are soon tight little pebbles as I consider our alternatives. “When was your last period?”
“It finished right before the wedding.”
“Are they regular?”
Her cheeks flush pinker when she whispers, “Yes.”
“I’ll pull out before I come this time. Is that okay?” A nod. “Would you want to go on the pill? No more condoms if you wish. I sure as hell won’t complain about no barrier between us.”
She twists her neck, her eyes locked on mine when she asks, “You will be faithful, you said.”
“I swear it,” I vow, placing my hand over my tattoo.
