Page 31 of The Vatican
It was the first time in my life I realized I wasn’t above begging. “Forgive me, Luca. Fucking Christ, please forgive me,” I growled against the softness of her neck. “I’m sorry. So fucking sorry.”
“Please…” she moaned. “Harder…more…”
Saveria was so petite, it was easy to hook my arms under her knees and spread her open farther. Using all my weight, I pinned her to the wall and crashed into her body as far as I could go in this position. I didn’t stop until she was screaming my name and cumming all over my cock. I didn’t stop until the water sizzled against the gashes on my back from her nails.
The second Ria fell limp in my arms, I carried her out of the shower and sat her on the toilet. I left her only long enough to turn off the shower, then I picked her up again and carried her to the bedroom. Not giving a fuck that we were both wet, I laid her on the bed and covered her body with mine. I was still hard as fuck, but I wasn’t going to rush this.
Her eyes fluttered open and I told her, “I told you to get used to this view.”
“Yeah, you did,” she whispered lethargically. Her eyes closed, and I feared she was going to fall asleep on me.
I wasn’t going to let her.
Even if this wasn’t a true wedding night, this was my first time having her completely naked before me with all the time in the world to explore every inch of her. And with a body like hers, I planned on tasting every inch of her skin.
I kissed my way down her neck and Ria’s hands slid into my hair as she let me savor her body. And because I was an insecure, possessive bastard, I made sure to leave marks everywhere I went. She had two more marks to add to the first one I put on her neck by the time I made it to her tits.
When my mouth circled around her tight, hard nipple, Ria moaned and tightened her hands in my hair. I grabbed as much of her as I could in my hand, and laved special attention on her magnificent rack. “I’ve wanted these in my mouth for years, baby,” I told her in between ministrations.
“Francisco…” she whimpered as she opened her legs wider to accommodate where we both knew I was headed.
“Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to come up behind you and fill my hands with your tits, baby?” I knew she didn’t, but I wanted her to know. I wanted her to feel how long I’ve waited for her. I wanted her to wake up tomorrow and know that there’s never been anyone else for me but her. “Do you know how many times I’ve jacked off to the image of sliding my cock through your tits and cumming all over your perfect fucking face and chest?”
“Oh, God…”
After leaving four different marks on her tits, I kissed my way down her soft stomach, leaving two more marks there in a path down her body.
When my face finally reached its destination, I had to close my eyes and take a few precious seconds. I had Luca Saveria Fiore Benetti spread eagle on my bed, her hands tangled in my hair, my possessiveness marking her body, with all her secrets mine for the taking.
It felt like I’ve waited my entire life for this moment.
The first thing I noticed, though, was how tender and torn she looked. I wanted to regret how roughly I had taken her in the shower, but I couldn’t bring myself to. It was what we had both needed. What we both still needed.
When my tongue finally licked at her tender folds, Ria’s moan echoed throughout the room. “Oh, God…yes…”
“You like that, baby?” I didn’t wait for her answer, I worked my tongue over her folds, her clit, and finally circled it around that precious hole I was dying to shove my dick back inside.
Her hands tightened in my hair and her knees dropped wider as my lips, tongue, and teeth danced all over her perfect, pink pussy. I wanted to shove my fingers up her cunt, but I didn’t have bitch hands. Mine were rough and knew hard work, so I didn’t want to slide them in knowing she was tender. Instead, I focused on her clit until she was shaking beneath me.
“Cum on my face, baby,” I cooed. “I’ve been dying to fucking taste you for years.”
“Yes…” she agreed, and a few licks and sucks later, Ria was detonating all over my face. I worked my way to her opening and lapped up as much of her cream as I could, trying to capture all the years I missed out on.
And Ria tasted like fucking magic.
And I wasn’t going to hold back with my wife. Any cream that escaped, I followed it until my tongue circled that little rosebud of hers, and I wanted to beat on my chest when her whimpers became desperate groans repeating my name over, and over again.
But I didn’t stop there.
I knew I had hurt her when I took her in the shower, so I worked my tongue until she came two more times, stopping me only because the sensitivity had become too much for her. I wanted her soaked before driving into her again.
After leaving more marks on the inside of her thighs and near that trimmed triangle of hers, I worked my way back up her body. Once we were face-to-face, I kissed her, letting her get a taste of what was driving me crazy. “That’s how you taste, baby,” I murmured against her lips. “Like fucking Heaven.”
“Mmmmm,” she moaned.
Her eyes were closed, and she looked like she was ready to pass out, but we were far from finished. “Look at me, Luca.” She opened her eyes, and I pushed my hips forward, impaling her with my entire length.
My name, a scream from her lips, never sounded so good.
