I was just about to carry the food into the living room when Adelina walked inside. The light in her eyes had been extinguished, and her soft mouth had dropped into a heavy frown. Even her eyes were slightly glossy.
I knew her better than anyone now, and I knew something was wrong. “Bellissima, what is it?”
She stood at the counter across from me and bowed her head, lowering her gaze to the granite countertop.
I set my fork down as I waited. “Tell me.”
“It’s hard to explain…”
“I’m a pretty smart guy, despite what Crow says. I’ll understand.”
She lifted her gaze again, her eyes shiny. “It’s really nice here. I just realized how much I’ll miss it…”
My heart began to sink.
“Something about you coming home while I’m on the couch…and then I left dinner for you in the fridge. It’s so mundane and meaningless, but it’s so nice at the same time. So comfortable.”
Now I was the one to bow my head.
“I don’t know how to explain it…”
“I know exactly what you mean. I like it too.”
“And not just because I’m used to being a prisoner. This place feels like home…away from home.”
I lost my appetite as I listened to the sound of her pain. I walked around the counter until I was at her side, seeing the tears up close. My arms circled her waist, and I stood behind her, my face resting against the back of her neck. “I’m so sorry, Bellissima. I wish you could stay…”
“Me too.”
I kissed her neck and squeezed her gently.
Her arms covered mine, and she rested her face against my chest, her scent sweeping over me. She was petite in my arms despite the weight she’d gained. She was heavier in the stomach and the thighs, but I loved her curves. I wanted her to be thick, to be prepared before she went back into that hellhole.
I wished I could fatten her up forever.
* * *
I was pressed between her legs, my arms pinned behind her knees. My hips thrust slowly into her, sliding through her wetness. My eyes were fixated on her, and I slowly made love to her like I wasn’t in a hurry to finish. I didn’t take her roughly from behind. I didn’t tie her up and pin her down. I didn’t fulfill all the dark desires I had deep inside my chest. When it came to this woman, I only wanted to be slow and gentle.
I only wanted to be good to her.
Every time she took a deep breath, her tits swelled upward toward me. Dark and pink, her hard nipples were erect like tiny bullets. She had the plumpest tits, round and firm. I loved kissing them when she was on top of me, giving it to me slow just the way I did with her. Her small hands gripped my biceps, squeezing the powerful muscles as they flexed. I held my heavy body on top of hers easily, my core strong and my frame straight. Every time I moved inside her, I relished how wet and tight she was. It was a slice of heaven, a beautiful place that I got to enjoy exclusively.
Making love was for fools. But I guess I was a fool now.
“Cane…I’m gonna come.” She bit her bottom lip as I pushed myself entirely inside her.
“I know, Bellissima. You always come.”
She panted loudly, her moans escalating into full screams. Her fingers dug into my skin and her thighs tried to come together, but my body wouldn’t allow her to move. She arched her back, her beautiful rack reaching for the sky. More incoherent moans followed, and she screamed my name several times.
Now it was my favorite part. I loved the entire process, from the very beginning to the end, but nothing made me feel more masculine than dumping my desire inside her, stuffing her full of my seed. I gave a few more pumps before I sheathed myself to the hilt and released, giving her all of my come. My forehead pressed to hers, and I moaned. “Bellissima…” This connection was something I craved, something I loved. It felt so good, better than any other lover I’d ever enjoyed.
She grabbed my hips and tugged on me even though there was no more of me to fit. Her eagerness made me enjoy it more. She wanted my come as much as I loved giving it to her.
I pressed a kiss to her forehead before I slowly pulled out, my come shifting to her entrance. My cock slowly softened as it hit the air, still covered in her exquisite juices. I kissed her inner thighs before I walked into the bathroom and hit the shower. I was in a slight daze, not really thinking about anything. Now I was utterly relaxed, satisfied in a carnal way. I stood under the water and closed my eyes.