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It gives me a sudden confidence that I didn’t have before.
I walk towards him, my heels clicking against the floor. I see him tense, eyeing me almost warily, as if he’s unsure what will happen next. I kick off my shoes, curling my toes against the cool surface, and press a palm against his chest. I feel his indrawn breath as my palm presses against his warm skin, the soft rub of the dark hair on his chest against my fingers, the quickening of his heartbeat.
I feel like I should say something, but my throat feels tight, as if I can’t get words out no matter what I do. So instead, I lean up, and press my mouth against his.
For a brief moment, Salvatore doesn’t react, as if being back in this room has brought back all of his doubts and reservations. And for a moment, I almost want to pull away, all the hurt and resentment from the early days of our marriage threatening to return, whispering that nothing is going to change.
But he’s trying. And in order for this to work, we both have to try.
So I let my tongue flick out, grazing it over his lower lip, my other hand coming up to press against his jaw. I feel the scratch of his stubble and the hard lines of his face, and I feel him breathing against me, his body wound tight.
His hand comes up, brushing against my wrist, and for a moment, I think he’s going to pull my hand away. And then, just as I feel disappointment start to replace the desire flooding through me, his hands drop to my hips, and he pulls me hard against him.
He groans, his fingers digging into my flesh through the thin silk of my dress as his mouth opens against mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I can feel every hard line of his body against my softness, melding into me, his cock so hard I can imagine I feel it throbbing through the layers of our clothes.
I reach down, fumbling with the buttons of his linen shirt, gasping against his lips as he reaches up to tangle a hand in my hair. The kiss is turning desperate, the need that I can feel surging through him as intense as the day he dragged me back here from the bar, but without any of the anger. This is Salvatore finally letting go, finally dropping his control and giving in to what he wants, and it’s dizzying.
It feels as if he could consume me.
I yank the last button free, his shirt falling open as I run my hands over the hard planes of his chest, down to the thick, ridged muscles of his abdomen. He moans against my lips as my fingers drop to his belt buckle, and I break the kiss abruptly, a smile curving my mouth as I look at his handsome, taut face, his eyes dark with need.
And then I drop to my knees in front of him, yanking his belt open as I drag his zipper down.
Salvatore makes a choked sound. “Gia, you don’t have to—” His eyes are wide, almost shocked, as if he both never expected me to do this and is seeing a fantasy come true right in front of his eyes. “Get up, Gia.”
“You want me to, don’t you?” My voice lowers, husky, as I slip my fingers into his boxers. He doesn’t need to answer, I can feel how much he wants it the moment my hand brushes against his hard, straining cock, the flesh like hot velvet draped over iron. I wrap my fist around him, freeing him, and the moment I see his cock so close to my lips, I let out a gasping moan.
He’s huge. I knew how big he was, but like this, it’s almost a little unsettling. I’m not sure how I’ll fit him all in my mouth. But I look up at him, eyes wide as I run my hand up the length of his shaft, and the look of arousal on his face is something very close to pain.
“You like this,” I whisper, pressing my thumb against the underside of the tip, feeling the damp pre-cum against my fingers. “Me on my knees, looking up at you while I suck your cock. You want this, don’t you, Salvatore?”
He jerks at the sound of my name on his lips, his cock throbbing in my fist, and I lean forward, my lips close enough for my breath to ghost over the tip. I pause, waiting, and I know that he knows what I’m waiting for him to say.
His hand slides into my hair, fingers twining in it, hard enough to hold my head in place, but not hard enough to hurt. “Yes,” he rasps, the admission tearing from him as his hips push forward, pressing the swollen head against my mouth. “I want you to suck my cock just like this, Gia.”
A smile spreads over my lips, and I part them, wrapping them around the tip of him as my tongue flicks out to lick the soft flesh beneath.
The sound that Salvatore makes is half-pleasure, half-pain, his eyes dark with lust as he looks down at me. Standing above me, he looks like a god, his tanned body cut as if chiseled from stone, his forearm flexing where his hand is wrapped in my hair, his shirt hanging open and his pants hanging off his hips, his thick cock just barely in my mouth. Arousal throbs through me, and I tighten my mouth around him, licking away the pre-cum and humming a soft sound of pleasure at the taste of him.
I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. I’ve wanted to know what it’s like. And now that I do, I’m not sure I can get enough.
Salvatore gasps, his breaths coming hard and fast as I start to slide my lips down the length, and when I press my free hand against his thigh, I can feel that the muscles are flexed as hard as a rock. His fingers brush against my scalp, tugging ever so slightly at my hair, and I taste another flood of pre-cum over my tongue as I let him sink deeper, the head pressing at the back of my throat.
“Oh god,” Salvatore groans, his voice choked. “Fuck, dolce?—”
His hips move despite himself, pushing his cock into my throat, and I momentarily feel as if I can’t breathe. I try to swallow around it, my throat flexing around the swollen head, and Salvatore jerks backward as if I slapped him, suddenly pulling free of my mouth.
The sight of him standing there, panting with his cock glistening from my mouth and visibly throbbing with his arousal, is enough to make me want to push my own hand between my legs and take care of the ache building there. I know if I touched myself right now, I’d be dripping wet.
“I can’t—” Salvatore rasps, and he shudders, shaking himself as he reaches for me and pulls me up to my feet. “I’m going to come in your mouth if you do that again, tesoro,” he murmurs, pulling me close as he tips my chin up with one hand and reaches for the skirt of my dress with the other. “And that’s not where I want to come.”
He crushes his mouth against mine as he slides my dress up, his other hand falling to my hip and yanking my panties down at the same time that he pulls my dress over my head. I’m not wearing a bra, and as both fall to the floor, I look at him, entirely bare in front of him from head to toe.
Salvatore groans, shrugging off his shirt as his hands grasp my hips, backing me towards the bed. “I’m going to return the favor, tesoro,” he rasps. “And then I’m going to keep you in this bed until there’s no doubt that you’re going to be pregnant by the time we get home.”
Arousal jolts through me, and I moan as he spills me back into the bed, the rest of his clothing completing the trail that marks our pathway here as he follows me onto the mattress. He looks down at me, his cock so hard that it’s pressing against his abs, and his hands skim down the sides of my ribs as he devours me greedily with his eyes.
“I remember you asking me to make you come with my mouth, dolce,” he murmurs, his hand pressing against my inner thigh, spreading me open. “I think it’s time you found out what that’s like, don’t you?”
