I cover her mouth with mine, sliding my tongue deep into her throat.
She turns to me, glides her hands up my chest, and locks them behind my head. Her tongue sweeps against mine with the same intensity that's raging through my blood.
Taking two steps forward, I move her to the tile wall, reach for her ass, and pick her up, sinking my cock into her.
Her moan vibrates against the tiles. She tightens her legs around my waist then shimmies her hips. It's pure perfection, exactly how I like it, and another sign we're destined to be together.
I drag my teeth across her jaw and murmur into her ear, "No one is ever coming close to you again, tesoro. You're mine. Forever. It's you and me from here on out." I bite on her neck then suck on the bruised skin.
"Gianni," she cries out, embracing me tighter. She rolls her hips fast while squeezing her walls against my shaft.
"That's it, gorgeous. Give your pussy what it craves," I order, fisting her hair and pushing my forehead against hers.
She opens and closes her eyes, breathing harder, as a pink flush overtakes her cheeks.
I press her closer against the tile until there's no room between her and me. I hold her hip, slowing her down and inching my body slower in and out of hers. "Tell your husband how much you missed him."
An expression I used to see all the time appears on her face. It's honest and beautiful, but she doesn't speak. It's the same look she used to give me when she would proclaim her love for me. It's the first time I've seen it in years. Her eyes water, and I swallow the emotions creeping into my throat.
It hits me how badly I want her to love me again. I'd do anything to hear her confess she still does. I kick myself again for taking her affection for granted all those years. I slide my hand over her cheek. "I missed you. I love you—only you, tesoro. I'm going to prove it to you."
She blinks hard. Her voice cracks. "Stop talking." She tries to return to the pace she was riding me, but I have control of her.
I count to fifteen, decide I don't want to make her cry again, and focus on our current physical state. I sniff hard and declare, "I think your pussy needs a punishment."
She inhales sharply then swallows hard. Her eyes light up, making my cock harder. "Yeah. That's what you need. Hours of punishment."
Her chest rises and falls faster. She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out.
I slow my thrusts down more. I lean into her ear, softly grunt, then taunt, "How long has it been since you were on my wall, tesoro? How many times over the years did you think about it? Hmm? Did you wish all those other men were me when they failed to give you what you need?" I slide my hand over her breast and tug on her nipple.
She whimpers, burying her face in my neck. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and her pussy clenches my body tighter.
"Fuck," I mutter then stop myself from finishing what we started. I had all new restraints put in my room the day after I learned she was back in town. No one's been in them. I reserved them for her and only her. And every devious thing I've been craving to do to her on the wall rushes in my mind like a movie reel.
"Please," she whispers then shimmies her hips faster.
I step back and force her legs to the ground.
"Gianni?" she questions.
I push her back against the tile but don't pick her up. I grasp her chin and lean my face over hers. Sniffing hard, I count to twenty-five while staring into her blues. I finally state, "Time to get out of the shower, tesoro. Dry your hair and put on your collar. I'll have food brought up. You're going to need your energy."
14
Cara
"Dinner isin the sitting room. Put this on, tesoro," Gianni orders, holding out a gold silk robe.
"Where did you get that?" I question, setting down the top-of-the-line hair dryer that magically appeared when we got out of the shower.
His face hardens. "I had things delivered while we were gone. Do you not like it?"
"It's beautiful. You know I love it."
He shakes the robe. "Then slide in."
I glide my arms through the luxurious silk. It's a perfect cool temperature against my warm skin.