Emma
It was my wedding reception. But instead of enjoying it with my husband, I was closed off in the library with Giulio Ravazzani. His partner, Alessio, was also here, much to my mortification.
But now our awkward conversation had concluded, thankfully, and Giulio was on his feet. “Good luck, Emma. Your husband is a lucky man.”
The two of them were clearly eager to leave, so I didn’t want to hold them up any longer. I rose, as well. “I know. Thanks again. See you at brunch in the morning.”
We said good-bye and I left the library, hurrying back to the reception before Giacomo came looking for me. He would demand to know what Giulio, Alessio and I were discussing—and no way was I telling him. Though my husband was enlightened, I didn’t think he’d appreciate me sharing any details of his past with others.
Nope. I’d take that conversation to my grave.
Giacomo was still chatting with Zani, his right hand man and best friend, when I returned. I slipped into my vacated chair next to my husband and put my hand on his thigh. He covered my hand with his, clasping our fingers together. “Va bene?”
“Sì, marito.”
My father’s nurse, Gloria, came up to our table. She was dressed in a body hugging purple dress, her hair loose and styled in long waves, and I loved seeing her dressed so fancy and enjoying herself. She deserved it after taking such good care of my father all these months.
“Ciao, Gloria,” I said. “Thank you for coming.”
“I wouldn’t have missed it, Emma. You are a lovely bride. But I think I’m heading home, so I wanted to say good night and congratulations to you both once more.”
“Oh.” I checked my phone for the time. It was getting kind of late. “I feel bad. I hardly got to talk to you.”
“That’s okay. We’ll see each other tomorrow, I’m sure.” Gloria nodded to Giacomo and Zani. “Good night, signori.”
“Aspettare!” Zani said, rising. He straightened the cuffs of his shirt under his jacket and gave Gloria a brilliant smile. “You cannot leave yet. We’ve not had a chance to dance together, signorina.”
Gloria was at least ten years older than Zani, but his looks and charm could make the most seasoned woman blush. Gloria’s cheeks turned pink. “I’m sure your dance card is very full already, signore.”
“Call me Zani,” he said smoothly, then held out his hand. “And my dance card has room for one more. Andiamo.”
She played with her necklace, dragging the gold cross back and forth across the chain, as she stared at him. This also brought attention to her fantastic cleavage. You go, Gloria. Work those girls.
Coming to an internal decision, Gloria placed her hand in Zani’s. “Are you sure you can keep up? You know what they say about Italian men.”
“That we love both wine and women, and are fantastic in bed?”
I heard Gloria’s giggle as Zani led her away from the table toward the dance floor. “I should’ve known he’d hook up with one of our wedding guests,” I murmured to my husband. “But I never expected him to go for an older woman.”
Giacomo angled toward me and placed his thighs outside mine, caging me in. “Zani likes all women—young, old and everything in between. He doesn’t discriminate.”
My heartbeat picked up as Giacomo leaned in and cupped my face in his big hands. “What about you?” I asked. “What sort of women did you like?”
“Smart and sexy ones. Girls that look like they belong in a library and are secretly filthy.”
I bit my lip. “That sounds familiar.”
He pressed forward to kiss me, his lips soft and greedy as they pulled on mine. I assumed public displays of affection would bother my husband, but he’d touched me and kissed me all night long in front of the other guests. Sometimes I suspected he was reluctant to let me go when others required our attention.
“Are you ready to leave?” he whispered against my mouth.
Nerves bubbled in my stomach when I considered my plans for our wedding night. I blurted, “I want to dance with you once more.”
Yes, I was clearly procrastinating. Sue me.
Instead of getting up, he joined our mouths. I dug my fingernails into his thighs and sank into the kiss. I never grew bored of simply kissing him, sharing his breath and heat. I loved everything about this man.
When we broke apart, he bit down on my bottom lip. “Bambina, let’s go dance before I fuck you on this table in front of all our guests.”
Grinning, I allowed him to lead me to the dance floor. He wrapped me in his arms and we began to sway to the music, our bodies in synch. Lights and stars twinkled overhead, the heaters chasing away the chill of the Toronto winter. It was romantic and perfect and magical. Though we were on a crowded dance floor, it felt like our own little world where only the two of us existed.
I played with the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck. “Thank you for agreeing to this wedding.”
“It made you happy, so . . . ”
When he didn’t say more, I said, “Yes, but I know it’s a logistical nightmare, security-wise, and you’ve had to deal with my brothers-in-law. I love you for it.”
He pressed his lips to my temple. “I told you I would love you harder with each breath I took until I died. What did you think that meant?”
“Well, I assumed it was hyperbole.”
“Then let me assure you, it was not.”
I should’ve known this, because Giacomo never says anything he doesn’t mean. “I’m so lucky. Tonight has been perfect.”
“I’m glad you think so. I am more looking forward to what comes later when I have you naked.”
“You had me naked this morning.” Much to my sisters’ chagrin, too. Apparently, Frankie and Gia took the “the groom shouldn’t see the bride on the day of the wedding” thing seriously, even though Giacomo and I were already married.
“It’s never enough,” Giacomo said in my ear. “I am ravenous for you, moglie.”
Emotion clogged my lungs and nearly choked me. I loved this man so much.
I caught Giulio dragging Alessio to the dance floor, the two looking very flushed and relaxed. Had they just . . . ?
Uh, yes. By their disheveled appearance, I would say the likelihood the two had just trading orgasms was incredibly high. Good for them.
A couple—one of my father’s soldiers and his wife—scowled and hurried to leave the dance floor when Giulio and Alessio began to dance. Anger tightened the back of my neck and I made a note to mention the soldier’s name to my father tomorrow. How dare they insult my sister’s family?
“Calm down,” Giacomo said in my ear. “Young Ravazzani and his assassin need your public support, not a scene.”
“Can’t I do both?”
“Bambina.” He said the one word with humor and patience, but also quiet authority. I don’t know how he managed it, but Giacomo could say more with fewer words than anyone else I’d ever met.
Without me asking him to, Giacomo led us over to where Giulio and Alessio danced. We came alongside and I said, “Good to see you two out here. You’ve got some moves, Alessio.”
The two men glanced up at us, surprised. They immediately focused on my husband, their eyebrows raised in disbelief. Giacomo gave them a nod in greeting.
Giulio was the first to recover. “You don’t mind if we offend your guests for a little while?”
“You’re not offending anyone,” my man said—and I nearly swooned. Anyone who thought Sicily was a backwards country only had to meet my very enlightened and sweet husband to know otherwise.
“And if you do, screw them,” an older woman woman said in Italian. We all looked over and saw Zia, Giulio’s great aunt, who was dancing with a Mancini soldato. I’d never heard her curse, so I let out a choked laugh.
Giulio’s jaw fell open. “Zia! Language!” The old woman winked at her nephew and moved away.
We left the men to their dance. Giacomo kept glancing toward the house and I knew he was anxious to leave. He wasn’t social and today had really pushed him to the limits of his tolerance for other people.
“Should we go?” I asked, resting my head on his wide chest.
“Are you certain? You will not have another wedding, Emmalina. I want you to enjoy this.”
“I did enjoy it, honestly. And I’m ready to give you your surprise.”
He eased back slightly to stare into my face. “We said no gifts.”
“That was for the guests. I got you something just from me.”
He heaved a sigh, his big frame rising and falling. “You did not play fair.”
“It’s nothing elaborate. But I think you will really, really like it.” At least, I hoped.
“Now I’m curious. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
He took my hand and began towing me off the dance floor. The cheers of “Bacio! Bacio!” followed us as we darted inside the house. It was the traditional demand at weddings for the bridal couple to kiss, but Giacomo was a man on a mission right now. He didn’t stop to acknowledge anyone else, just kept walking toward the stairs.
I thought about what awaited us in our suite. Thank goodness we were staying in the empty wing tonight, far from my father. Enzo and Gia were on our side of the mansion, too, but they’d likely be too wrapped up in each other to overhear my wedding night.
Which was a relief—because I was about to peg my husband.
Giacomo
My wife was nervous. I knew the signs. Her elevated breathing, the way she wouldn’t meet my eyes . . . but it made no sense. This wasn’t a true wedding night. I’d taken her virginity a while ago.
So, what was happening?
“Are you bleeding?” I asked as we climbed the stairs. “Your woman times, I mean.”
She laughed, as I knew she would. “You mean my period? You can say it, you know—and no, I’m not menstruating at the moment.” She slid me a glance out of the corner of her eye. “I might be ovulating, actually.”
Heat blasted through me. Cazzo madre di dio, the idea of getting her pregnant tonight was a fucking turn on. I grabbed for her on the top step, but she danced out of reach. “Come on, marito. Don’t waste time. We need to get to our suite first.”
I followed behind her, ready to spend the night balls deep in her pussy. Fuck, I loved her.
She held the suite door open, then closed it behind me. I reached to engage the lock, making sure we wouldn’t be disturbed, then I lightly grabbed her throat and pinned her against the wood. “Give me your mouth, bambina.” Lifting her face, she joined her lips to mine in a sweet kiss. I didn’t want sweet, though. Not tonight.
I thrust my tongue past her lips and tasted her, angling my head to deepen the kiss. I left her no escape, no room to deny me, my hold on her unforgiving, almost brutal. But I knew my woman could take it. She liked when I was rough. It got her wet, almost as wet as when I talked about breeding her.
Grinding my semi-hard dick against her pelvis, I whispered, “Let’s get you naked.”
“Good idea. You get naked, too.”
We both stripped out of our clothing, her body slowly revealed to my greedy eyes. I loved every bit of her. I couldn’t wait to get my hands and mouth on her.
When we were naked I reached for her, but she sank to her knees. Her tongue flicked the end of my cock and teased the piercing. “Mmmm,” she moaned, dragging her fingernails over my abs. “You are so hot, marito.”
I grabbed the base of my shaft and held my dick to her lips. “Suck. Show me how much you like my cock.”
She opened her lips and eased forward, letting me feel the sweet drag of her tongue on the underside of my shaft. Her eyes were big and wide as they remained focused on my face, even when I hit the back of her throat. I clasped her head and held her in place. “Swallow.” Her muscles worked around my tip, squeezing the piercing, and I grunted, the pleasure rolling all the way to my toes.
“Again,” I ordered. My eyelids fell closed when she complied, another wave of bliss blanketing me. Then she sucked and licked me, really taking her time, as I shuddered and basked in her attention. It was so fucking nice. I loved having her on her knees for me. “Maybe I should shoot down your throat.”
She released me, but massaged my balls in her hand. “Then you’ll miss your surprise.”
“So this surprise is about fucking?”
“In a way, yes.” Emma stood up and moved toward the bathroom. “Lie down, amore.”
“Is your surprise fancy lingerie?” I thought Emma looked sexiest wearing nothing at all, but I wasn’t opposed to silks and satins. Maybe something with straps?
She disappeared into the bathroom. “It’s something I wear, yes.”
I dropped onto my back on the mattress, eager to see what she bought to entice me. “I hope it’s white, mia verginella.”
“It’s not. It’s purple.”
I shrugged at the ceiling and reached down to stroke my dick. What did I care what color it was? She would look gorgeous in anything. “Sbrigati, per favore!”
“Here I am.”
Shifting, I looked over. Emma was still naked . . . and holding a long phallic purple toy. And a thick pair of panties that looked like they were made of spandex. An o-ring was visible on the front placket.
Wait . . . .
I sat up slowly.
My mouth fell open. I found myself blinking rapidly, my mind trying to catch up as I put the pieces together. “You bought a dildo? And is that a harness?”
“Yes.” Her cheeks were flaming, but she held my gaze. “It’s a strap on. For me to use on you. Surprise.”
My skin prickled as cocktail of curiosity and excitement tore through me. My wife wanted to fuck me? Our conversation from months ago came back to me, when I recalled my experience in Spain. I told Emma she was welcome to my ass anytime.
My curious little scientist hadn’t forgotten.
“Is this what you want?” I asked her, even though I knew the answer.
“I only want it if you do. I realize it’s not exactly an easy, everyday ask.”
I pushed off the bed and approached her, my body drawn to hers like a magnet. I cupped her face in my hands and stared down into her wide eyes. “Tell me why you wish to do this.”
“It’s not as an experiment, if that’s what you’re thinking. I mean, I am curious, of course. But,” she bit her lip in that adorably indecisive way of hers. “I want to give you something memorable, something you’ll enjoy.”
“Will you enjoy it?”
“Yes, I think so. The harness has a buzzing mechanism for my clitoris—”
“Emma, that’s not all I’m asking. I don’t want this to be a chore, or worse a thing you regret.”
Her expression softened, the love and trust there twisting like vines around my heart. “Giving you pleasure is never a chore. And if you’re worried I’ll see you differently or this will change what’s between us, you should know me better than that.”
I did and I wasn’t worried about her. My bigger fear was whether I could let go, relax enough to enjoy it. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. The last time I was a young man, out for adventure and rebellion. Now I was older and more set in my ways.
But for Emma, I would try.
“Okay. Let me shower first.”
She bounced on her toes, her small tits jiggling. “Hooray. While you shower, I’ll get everything ready.”
I took the fastest shower in the history of bathing. When I emerged from the bathroom I found she’d pulled the covers off the bed and spread out a towel. A plastic bottle of lube waited on the bed, next to the harness and dildo. A strange feeling welled up inside of me. It wasn’t exactly nerves, but more that I didn’t want to disappoint her. What if I didn’t like it?
I thought she would tell me to get on the bed, but she surprised me by climbing on first. “Come here. Kiss me and let’s relax together.”
Soon we were tangled up, our mouths fused as I ground my erection into her pussy. This was familiar and I lost myself to her soft skin and sweet breaths, the way her nipples pressed into my palm. She reached between us and stroked my cock with a rough grip, exactly how I liked.
“Lie on your stomach,” she whispered. “Let me explore.”
“I like it when you’re bossy,” I said as I spread out on my stomach.
She moved behind me and began kissing my shoulder blades. “I like it, too. Just not all the time. I like it when you’re bossy.”
I smiled into the soft cotton. We were a good match, Emma and I. My grin died as her lips trailed along my spine, goose bumps breaking out over my skin. The ends of her hair were like butterfly wings as she descended, light and delicate torture to contrast with the heat of her breath. She was very thorough, making sure to pay attention to each vertebrae, her hands sweeping over my back and sides. “You are a work of art, marito.”
Eyes closed, I let her travel lower, to my ass cheeks. She kissed each one, then sank her teeth into the muscle. Pain and pleasure collided—and I sucked in a sharp breath. “Relax,” she said. “Stop clenching.”
I forced my muscles to loosen, and she took advantage, spreading apart my cheeks to swirl her tongue in my crack. It felt good, and I sank into the mattress. Then her tongue brushed my hole—and I jolted as pleasure shot through my groin and down my legs. My cock thickened, the skin pulling almost painfully.
“Is this okay?” she asked. “I can’t tell if your reaction was good or bad.”
“It’s good,” I replied, my voice husky with want. “Va bene, bambina.”
Humming, she did it again, the wet heat pressing on those sensitive nerves, and my cock throbbed into the bed. Cazzo, that was fucking hot. Part of me wished I could see it, my little scientist on her quest back there, as she rimmed my asshole. She grew bolder as my moans grew in volume, my muscles contracting as pleasure rolled in waves throughout my body. It was like the room tunneled to that one spot, her mouth and my flesh.
She pulled back and I heard her uncap the plastic bottle. “Ready for more?”
“Yes. I’ll tell you if you do something I don’t like.” With Emma, that would be next to impossible. But I wanted her to know that I was all in.
The cool liquid hit my skin as she drizzled it on me, followed by her fingers as she started rubbing. I was breathing hard as she massaged me, the pads swiping over the hole, pressing and opening, until she pushed a tip inside. It was strange at first, but she added more lube and rocked her finger deeper.
Then she found gold.
The brush over my prostate felt like a million tingles at once. The tip of my dick, the inside of my groin. The tops of my legs. The feeling was all over my body.
“Oh!” she exclaimed. “That was it, wasn’t it?”
“Fuck. Yes, bambina. Do it again.”
She pressed once more and I moaned into the bath towel. My hands clenched the bedsheets, a way to ground myself as the pleasure consumed me, her ministrations continuing. She soon added another finger, the pressure increasing, and my lungs struggled to keep up. It was so fucking good.
“Here, roll over.” Withdrawing her fingers, she patted my hip. “You can help me get ready.”
I turned onto my back. Emma cleaned her fingers with a wipe, then lifted up the harness. “I tried this on earlier, so I think I know how it works.”
I could tell she felt self-conscious, but I was so turned on. Licking my lips, I stroked my cock. “Show me.”
She pulled the piece up her legs, then put the dildo in place. When she finished, she wore a sexy pair of black panties with an erect cock hanging out of the front.
“Is there a remote control for the bullet?” I asked, noting the bulge atop her clit.
“Yes, hold on.” She held up a tiny controller.
“Give it to me.” I took it from her hand and switched it on. Emma’s fingers sank into my thigh as the buzzing started, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head. “Oh, god,” she breathed. “That’s intense.”
I dialed back the intensity on the remote. “Better?”
“Yes, but shut it off for now. I want to focus on you.”
I turned it off, but kept it in my hand. My eyes dragged down the length of her body. There was all confidence, no hesitation. “You look sexy, bambina.”
“Yeah?” She lifted her hands behind her head and thrust out her hips. “It feels heavy. But good.”
“Lube it up. Let me see.”
She uncapped the bottle and poured the liquid all over the fake cock and her hands. Then she began rubbing it in, stroking the silicone like masturbating a real cock. I flicked on the bullet vibrator over her clit and she trembled, her eyelids sweeping closed.
I stroked myself and watched pleasure coast over her features. Fuck, I wanted her. But this wasn’t about me fucking her. I needed to let her have this first. I switched off the vibrator. “Are you ready?”
“I should be asking you that,” she said, her voice shaking.
I rolled onto my stomach and pushed up on my hands and knees. “Do your worst, moglie.”
“God, you are so amazing. Okay, here we go.” More lube, then her fingers were there, inside, stroking me. I squeezed my eyes shut as bliss rolled through me.
When her fingers withdrew I felt the the blunt tip of the toy at my entrance. She massaged the rim first, using the end, pressing lightly. “Relax. This is going to feel so good.” Her free hand swept below to stroke my cock.
The toy slipped in, my body stretching to accommodate it. Strange pressure, but I knew I needed to relinquish control and let it happen. So I didn’t fight it.
“There you go.” She rocked and added more lube. “You’re doing so well, mio grande marito.”
The words helped, her praise and the nickname I loved. It was unusual to be on this side, as I was the one normally saying these things, but I let Emma have it. I sank into the place where she was guiding this, not the other way around.
When she was finally seated the feeling was almost too much. I could feel the pressure on my prostate, but I needed the friction back. I needed to lose myself in this, get out of my head. “Start fucking me, bambina.”
“Okay. Are you sure it feels good?”
Instead of answering, I flicked on the bullet vibrator in her harness. She jolted, and I moaned as the toy sank deeper inside me. “Move, Emmalina. Per favore.”
She withdrew slightly, then gave an experimental roll of her hips. It hit exactly the right spot inside me. “Cazzo!” I hissed.
My reaction gave her confidence and she started moving, each thrust brushing over my prostate. My dick wasn’t fully hard, but it felt incredible, like I was being electrified from the inside out. I remembered this from all those years ago, the surprise that something could feel this good. It was different than masturbating or fucking, more encompassing. It involved my entire body, all the way from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes.
“Oh, god,” she said, her hands clasping my hips. “I hope this feels good, baby. Because it feels amazing on my clit.”
“So good,” I gasped. I wasn’t sure if I could come like this, but my insides were coiling tighter, the waves more intense.
She increased her pace, fucking me harder. My arms and legs started shaking. I was lost, swimming in euphoria, and she pushed on my shoulders until I was flat on the bed. Then she used her knees for leverage, riding me.
“Can you. Come. From this?” she asked between thrusts.
“I doubt it.” It was hard to explain, but it was too intense. And my cock needed more stimulation than grinding into the mattress.
“Let’s try. Most men say it happens suddenly.”
I loved the idea of her researching this. “Did you watch a lot of pegging porn, bambina?” I already knew the answer. Of course she had.
Fuck, I was the luckiest husband.
She started to lose her rhythm. “Shoot. I’m too close to coming.”
“Good. Let me eat your pussy.”
“Not yet.” She paused. “Turn off the bullet. I want to make you come like this.”
The dildo wasn’t hitting exactly where I needed. “Here.” I shifted my hips higher, which also allowed me to get my hand on my cock. I started tugging, pulling on my piercing. “This might work.”
“You have the sexiest back,” she murmured, running her hands over my muscles. “I never get tired of looking at you.”
“Hurry, Emma. I want to bury my face in your pussy.”
She thrust—and it was exactly the right angle. I lit up again, each punch of the toy on my prostate absolute heaven. It was better than all those years ago in Spain because this was my wife, the woman I trusted with my life. I didn’t need to worry that she found me less masculine or not attractive. I knew from the sounds she made that she loved this just as much as I did.
She was perfect.
It was like a gunshot. Pleasure smashed into my groin with the subtlety of a hammer and I couldn’t hold back the shout that was ripped from my throat. Every part of my body felt like it exploded into a million pieces. I looked down and saw come erupt from my semi-hard dick, pulses of it coating the towel. My limbs quivered as the orgasm went on and on, the edges of my vision wavering. I felt every molecule of my body, every hair follicle. My skin was alive with pleasure.
For a few seconds it seemed like it would never end. Finally, I stopped coming, the twitches ebbing. Wrecked. Destroyed. It was the only way to describe how I felt. “Bedda matri!” Oh, my god.
I sagged onto the bed.
“Was that good?”
“Fuck, bambina.” I couldn’t move. “Give me a moment.”
She pulled out slowly, but I barely noticed. I sucked in air and tried to get my brain to work. I felt her move off the bed and she went to the washroom. When she returned she dropped down beside me.
“You would not believe how much come just came out of my dick,” I said.
“Really? Tell me everything.”
I dragged her closer. “Later. Right now, I want to eat you out.” I pushed up onto my elbows and moved down her body, my mouth nearly watering for a taste of her.
“I won’t fight you.” She slid her fingers through my hair as I settled my face above her pussy. I could smell her arousal.
“Did fucking me turn you on?”
“God, yes. I had no idea I’d like it that much.”
With a groan I devoured her, licking and sucking her clit, worshipping her with my mouth. I wasn’t great with words, but I could show her how much I loved her. Adored her. Needed her for the rest of my life. I didn’t tease her, but instead brought her to the brink as quickly as possible. Then I slid my fingers inside her cunt and curled them, hitting her g-spot.
It didn’t take long until she was grinding her hips and shouting to the ceiling, her pussy clamping down on my fingers. When it was over I rested my head on her thigh and breathed in her scent with her juices drying on my face. I couldn’t ever remember being this happy.
She stroked my head and we stayed like that for a long time. “I think I’m going to like being married to you.”
“Good.” I kissed her knee. “Because I’m never giving you up.”