Page 16 of The Killer Cupcake
Kathy’s legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, locking him close. They sank onto the mattress in one fluid motion, his weight pressing her deep into the soft sheets. He entered her with a single, powerful thrust—no teasing, no foreplay—just the raw intensity of their emotional and physical bond manifesting in a union. She felt seized, needed, and deeply fulfilled. And he could tell by the way the tension in her pussy released, and how he was granted deeper access than he ever had before.Did she want a seduction?The timid, clumsy sweetness of their first time. The exploration he performed on her body that awakened them both after their marital ceremony in Debbie’s place. Yes. He was certain she did. But this was what he hungered for. Reality, authenticity, complete dominance, and unfiltered devotion were all needed to refill his soul after so much loss in just eight months.
His deep, smoky voice was in her ear. “Cazzo! I missed this, you.”
The proclamation shot down her spine and arrowed through her pelvis, extending, heightening the explosion of delicious, sensational currents distressing her vagina as he pumped his dick in and out of her and pinned her thighs far apart to make sure she felt every strike.
She gasped for relief, but the pressure, the tension, the pure unfiltered rawness of it all stole her breath. She gripped the sheets and then clawed at his back, not sure what to do to survive the storm.
“Oh, oh, help me,” her voice finally broke through, releasing the plea. He only went faster, harder. And without proper instruction or training, her body moved in sync. Her thighsquivered with hot intensity from muscle strain, and she was released so he could trap her hands that were scratching him along his back. He used his hands to pin her wrists down on the bed. There would be no escape. She locked around his waist, and her back arched as his rapid hip thrusts drove him deep, then deeper.
His head lifted, his eyes seductively low as he stared into hers. “Do you want me to stop?” he taunted her.
She trapped her bottom lip between her teeth with a grin and shook her head fast. She didn’t know this Carmelo. Her body was learning, and so was her womanhood. He was becoming the maestro of their affair, her man, with each deliberate stroke.
But how? How had this transformation come?
Carmelo’s mouth lowered to hers, and her lips parted to receive a tender kiss as his hard thrusts began to melt into something soothing, stimulating. Her distressed vagina yawned then constricted in response as a quake tickled her core, sending a heat wave of tingles that had her entire pelvis vibrating. Her dark lashes fluttered, her eyes rolled into her head as what must have been the orgasm that Debbie swore Matteo insisted he’d give her during their sex. Debbie said Carmelo owed her one. More than one. A thank you for all the suffering and enduring she had to go through, having to live in Mississippi. And all at once it began to surface.
And then he froze mid-thrust, swiftly rolling them so she was astride him. She gasped at the sudden change in position, her surprise turned to giggles as she stared down at him. She was now in a power position she hadn’t conceived.
“Move for me,” he breathed. “Up and down not back and forth!” he smacked her ass. His command was urgent, not wanting to lose the moment. “Move! Kathy!”
She glanced down at his heaving chest, her gaze sliding slowly up the glistening, muscular expanse to meet his eyes. Hisfirm grip on her hips guided her, setting a bouncing rhythm she instinctively matched. She pressed her palms flat against his chest for balance as she rose and fell on his thickness in a sexual dance she’d never performed before, savoring each stroke and his hardness stretched her at a new angle, putting her inner womanhood in distress. The motion sent waves of pleasure through him as well. Her body stiffened and relaxed on its own.
And that was what their lovemaking became—a carousel of exhilarating highs and torturous lows. She moved with deliberate, tantalizing slowness, shocked by the sheer torment on his face and the foreign sensations seizing through her loins. Sex was not like this before with him. No matter how much she tried on their wedding night, she could never get over her discomfort. The tables had turned, just as Debbie had said they would. Now she held the power and pleasure. She drove her hips in natural rhythms that stimulated her more than anything else. She wasn’t selfish in life. She was a dutiful daughter, a good girl for Big Mama, a hard worker for the Jensens, a patient girlfriend, but she had never tasted power before. A new kind of power. And she liked it. More than she could have ever imagined. And she was a fast learner. She learned what unraveled him most. Her hips rocked in a deliberate, sensual motion as he clenched his jaw, fighting desperately for control once he delivered upward thrusts, making the pleasure tenfold.
“This is yourfigabutton. Press it,” he said in his husky, breathless voice. He took her hand and guided it down to stroke her clitoris. The moment she touched herself, she understood why. Her climax rushed over her—a fierce, overwhelming torrent of ecstasy and release—so intense that he surged upright, holding her tightly as tremors overtook her body. She cried out so loudly that she feared her aunt might overhear. He buried his face into her shoulder, holding her close, as their bodies met the peak they'd never reached together before.
It was pure divinity.
Kathy lifted her head, looking at him with a mixture of confusion and wonder. “Wha-what… was figa?”
“Pussy,” he wheezed.
Her eyes stretched over the vulgarity, and he corrected himself immediately. “That was love,” he whispered.
“But how did you know… how did I?” she murmured, frowning slightly.
“We’re made for each other, Kathy.” He gently kissed her lips, then her nose, while she felt him softening slowly inside her.
Then a troubling thought occurred to her. What if? What if he'd been with another woman, learned these things elsewhere? Something felt different—something guarded in his eyes, something she couldn't fully grasp.
He cupped her cheek tenderly. “Cara mia? It was good, right? You liked it?”
She nodded slowly, her vision blurring as tears welled. Imagining him loving someone else, leaving their shared intimacy behind, struck her deeply. How long would he be satisfied with stolen moments, as his celebrity grew in the boxing world and his life moved forward in New York without her? How long until the letters stopped, until secret phone calls faded away? How would their story end?
Kathy began to cry softly.
Startled, he grasped her face gently, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Kathy? What is it? Tell me! Did I hurt you?”
“I’m scared, Melo,” she sobbed. “I don’t want to lose you. I’m so scared. You’re doing it to another girl.” She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, pressing her face to his chest. She felt his heart racing, mirroring her fear.
“Never,” he vowed fiercely. “I’d die before I’d ever let you go. I’d cut my dick off before I put it in someone else. I learned thesethings from the men. They talk sex all the time, on the road. It’s all they talk about. I swear it! On my soul!”
“Promise me. Promise you won’t choose anyone else. Promise you won’t leave me here. I’ll learn. I’ll be a good wife. I’ll do anything for you. Promise we’ll go away together, someday, and be together openly.” Her voice shook with desperation.
“I promise, Kathy. I swear it. You’re my wife, my heart—my Kathy.Sempre.”
Slowly, her panic began to subside, allowing her to catch her breath. She reassured herself it was only insecurity talking. He was hers; they were bound to each other. Even if their marriage wasn’t recognized everywhere, she knew their bond was unbreakable.
