It was too much. He was too much.
He pressed a soft kiss to my lax lips. “You’re doing so good, baby. Just a little more. You can take it.”
With one final push, he was balls deep inside of me, and when my eyes fluttered open, I found his harsh gaze had softened some. Ettore brought his nose to mine, he closed his eyes and we breathed into each other a long moment, linked. In that moment of stillness, I felt every ripple and throb of him. I expected him to fuck me relentlessly, but for the first time since our wedding kiss, Ettore was gentle with me. He brought his lips to mine and kissed me tenderly, over and over again before he lightly suckled my bottom lip.
The throbbing of my pulse, I felt everywhere and as tightly as we were connected, I just knew he did too.
I allowed him to explore my mouth, pulling away playfully and smiling into his lips when he growled low in his throat, a clear warning to not take his toy away. He remained firmly lodged inside of me as we kissed. I couldn’t even find the will to be embarrassed about the fact that every time his tongue brushed my own, my pussy twinged. I felt wetness trickle out of me, seeping down between our bodies.
He was utterly infuriated when, as he ate at my lips, he paused to say, “You happy now? You tease and torment me, and there is only so much I can take. I’ve spent more time with my hand on my cock in the past two months than I have in my entire fucking life. I am only a man, Tori.” He nipped at my lips. “What the fuck are you doing to me? You’re like a goddamn drug.” Our mouths melded in a hot, wet kiss that smacked loudly when he pulled back to confess, “I can’t stop kissing you.”
I wasn’t the drug. He was. And I smiled happily as I snorted him up, basking on the high.
“So don’t,” was my throaty reply.
“I couldn’t even if I tried.”
The raw honesty between us was refreshing.
When he spun us, the feel of the cool refrigerator door on my back had my entire body breaking out in goosebumps. Using the stainless-steel surface as leverage, he watched my face as he pulled out slowly and pressed back in, and I felt an electrical current spark in the bundle of nerves between my legs.
I’d been dreaming of this for weeks. He was my biggest fantasy come to life.
He pulled out then pushed back in, harder this time, and I whined softly, loving the feel of my body stretching to accommodate him. In and out, over and over, gaining traction until Ettore fucked me slowly but steadily as his eyes searched my face. Gradually, I drowned in desire. And he didn’t stop. He worshipped me. He pressed his face into the side of my own and huffed, “You’re so fucking beautiful it makes my heart ache.”
Holy shit.
How was I to resist him when he said things like that?
Our brief history of violence meant I was resistant and I don’t think I fell in love with Ettore at that moment, but it was the closest I’d ever been to it. I had never felt more connected to a person than I did right then.
He demanded of me, “Tell me your mine.”
And I gave, “I’m yours.”
He placed his forehead against my temple and grated, “You belong to me.”
Was there ever a question?
I felt zero trepidation when I said the words. “I belong to you.”
The way he flinched as our bodies slid apart then together again told me he belonged to me too.
“‘Til death and beyond.”
“Always, baby,” I breathed against his mouth and this time, when our lips connected, it felt deeper than lust. Deeper than anything I was used to.
It felt like coming home.
His hips picked up in pace and, quite suddenly, it wasn’t enough. Ettore’s front pressed into me, firmly, until my body was trapped against his. His torso flush against my own, I felt his heart beating and, as I gazed into his icy eyes, I saw something.
A spark of warmth, and I claimed it. It was mine.
My husband fucked me, harder and harder, and when I felt that delicious stirring begin, I reached between us and touched myself. Ettore noticed. Our foreheads met and, together, we looked down. The sight of his long, thick cock driving into me was enough to make my pussy spasm, and it caused Ettore to hiss and his hips to buck out of time.
As I rubbed the sensitive bud between my legs with one set of fingers, the other coiled around the material at his shoulder, holding on for dear life as he plowed into me. My body bounced with every thrust and soon, my head fell back against the cool fridge door. “Oh, shit.”
My snug pussy tightened around him and he nipped, then sucked at my collarbone. “Fuck yes, baby. Come for me. Let me feel it when it hits.”