She gives me another slow nod, so I continue kissing her throat, savoring her soft skin and delicious scent. She swivels her neck again, seeking, and I can’t deny her. Our lips meet for an awkward but desperate kiss.
The sixth kiss for her.
The seventh for me.
She wonders when she’ll lose count of our kisses.
I know I never will.
When I have her pussy dripping for me once more, Matilde sinks back down to her elbows, jutting her ass against my groin. Her inner muscles are still tight, so I’m careful as I push my way inside. My eyes nearly cross from the sensation, but I keep still once I’m in, waiting for her body to adjust, not wanting to cause her pain. “Speak to me. Tell me if I’m hurting you,”I say in Italian.
“It’s okay. I want this.”
Slowly, I begin to thrust. “I won’t last long,” I warn her. Or perhaps she’s grateful for that. Margareta would’ve been. No sooner than I think it, I shut her out of my mind. I don’t want the bitterness of my first marriage to poison this one.
Gradually, her walls soften around me enough that I earn a moan. I feel like pumping my goddamn fist, and praise rushes past my lips. What a beautiful bride she was. How lovely her skin feels and how sweet she smells. How fantastic her pussy feels wrapped around my cock. How I could eat her all night.
“Mangiami,”she says, giggling.
“Yes, I love eating you.” I bite down on her neck, marking her as mine like last night. She gasps, and my free hand slips back between her legs, teasing, stroking and lightly pinching her clit until her breathy pants fill the room.
As my thrusts speed up, she has no choice but to sink into the mattress. I wrap her hair around one of my fists. “So soft, so wild, so perfect,” I rasp, relishing her whimpered cries for more.
My movements grow more forceful as I approach my climax. I pull out before slamming back into her. “I want you to come again, wife. Touch yourself for me. Rub your greedy little clit while I fuck you.”
"I can't-"
"You can. She doesn't rule over your life or our marriage bed. Fucking pleasure yourself. I know you can. I want you to come for me again."
With enough coaxing, she does as I say and, before long, she comes, crying out my name, a sound I already know I will never grow tired of. I praise her, my brave girl, telling her how good she is, how I knew she could do it. Then, the merest touch of her fingers brushing myballs has me nearly forgetting what I promised her a few minutes ago. Though I like the idea of getting her pregnant, I jerk back quickly to avoid the slight chance of it tonight.Someday.
Coming harder than I ever have, my release paints her backside. That same irresistible curiosity shines in her eyes when she reaches back, swiping some of it… to taste.
“Fuck me,” I mutter, utterly overcome. She laughs, saying I already did that to her.
Every muscle in my body sings out for me to collapse on the bed and to drag her on top of me. I want us to kiss, touch and talk for hours. Pure fantasy. Besides, on my cock and between her thighs, there’s light pink blood visible. Only her second time.
“Let’s take a shower to clean you up.”
I rise from the bed and help her stand. I can feel her big brown eyes examining me. In the shower, I turn her toward the water and occupy myself by washing her back. Once she’s drying off, I turn the light back off in the bedroom, changing the sheets and methodically shutting down my reckless emotions while she brushes her teeth. When she lays down beside me at last, I can feel how much she wants to reach out and touch me. I want that, too.
But I already care more about Matilde than I ever expected to.
And that thought, coupled with my failures, scares the hell out of me.
31
Matilde
The echoing report of the handgun rattles my teeth, yielding the same result as the last five times I did this. “Stop jerking your arms up when you pull the trigger,” Dante barks at me.
“Don’t raise your voice at my wife,” Nico barks back.
“She shouldn’t be so frightened by a little noise.”
“She has no experience with this, just like Caterina didn’t when we trained her, so shut the fuck up if you’re only going to criticize. Try again, Matilde.”
“He is right. I am terrible at this. Why-”
