My eyes watered as he breached my throat. I groaned around his wide length, relaxing my jaw while I flicked my tongue against the head. Lifting my hand, I scraped my nails along the underside of his balls.
He grunted and pushed into my mouth again, slowly giving in to the sensations I was building in him, finally fucking me the way I wanted... With long deep strokes, breaching my throat each time, forcing me to swallow around the swollen head of his beautiful cock.
I spread my knees on the tile shower floor, swiped the wet hair out of my eyes, and relaxed, letting him use me for his pleasure. His hand drifted to my hair. He flexed his hips harder, pressed deeper into my mouth, and stared down at me as if he couldn’t look away. As if I was the only thing he could see. As if I was everything.
I felt powerful. Adored. Worshiped. And when his length swelled, I knew it wasn’t my mouth or my tongue or even what I was doing that was driving him to the edge. It was my love for him, the connection we shared, that unbreakable bond neither of us could ever deny.
“Cazzo, Natalie,” he said in a raspy voice. “You have to stop. Sto per venire.”
His hand fell to my shoulder, but he didn’t push me away or pull free of my mouth, so I lifted my hands to his very fine ass, relaxed my throat even more, and pulled him in tighter. And then I swallowed around his length and watched with rapt attention as the orgasm overtook him and he exploded in my mouth, filling me with the sweet and salty remnants of his pleasure.
His body shook. He sagged back against the shower wall and closed his eyes. Letting go of his ass, I slid my hand around to his front, wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft as I released him from my mouth, and used my tongue to lick and swirl the head as the last of the aftershocks rocked him, savoring every last drop as I’d told him I would.
He blinked several times, wiped the wet hair back from his face, and looked down at me in the steamy shower.
His eyes were glazed when they met mine. Glazed and filled with lingering pleasure. But there was something else there too. Something I wasn’t sure how to define. Something... that made my heart break open wide.
Before I could figure out what it was, his legs buckled, and he slid to the floor of the shower in front of me. Then he reached for me and pulled me onto his lap. And all I could do was wrap my arms around his shoulders and hold him close as he buried his face in my neck and his big, strong body shook against mine.
Water sprayed over us from different angles, but all I could feel was his tears against my throat. All I could hear was the muffled sounds of his labored breaths. All I wanted was to heal all the pain and torment and misery swirling inside him.
“I love you.” I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed his temple as he held me tight. “Only you, Luc. Always you.”
His shaking slowed, and against my neck, I heard him sniffle. Then very slowly he drew back and looked up at me with wet and glistening eyes and the faintest tear tracks down his cheeks.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so so sorry—”
“Shh.” I brushed the tears away from his eyes and skimmed my fingertips down his cheeks. “No more being sorry.” Very softly, I pressed my lips against his. “No more apologies.”
“But—”
“No more buts either.” I kissed him again. This time just the slightest bit harder. “None of that matters anymore. All that matters is this.” I tipped my head and kissed his soft lips once more. “All that matters is us.”
My lips met his again, and this time he opened to me. And when his tongue slid into my mouth and I tasted him, I groaned and kissed him harder, wanting him to feel everything that was in my heart, in my soul. Every single thing that had only grown stronger over the last week.
Breathless, I eased back from his mouth and slid my hand down between us to find he was still hard. Hard and huge and bare—everything I ached to feel inside me.
“I need you,” I whispered against his lips, stroking him from base to tip. “I need to be close to you. Now. Right now.”
He groaned as he stared up at me with damp and very heated eyes. Then, his fingers tangled in my hair, he pulled my lips close, and he kissed me. “Ti desidero disperatamente.”
But his other hand dropped to my waist, preventing me from moving over him so I could take him in. And when he broke away from my lips, his voice was strained when he said, “But... we shouldn’t.”
I moaned and kissed him, positioning the blunt head of his cock at my entrance. “Yes, we should.”
Both of his big hands landed on my hips, and he pushed me back, shifting away at the same time. “I can’t, Natalie. I want to, but I-I don’t have any condoms.”
There was just enough panic in his voice to cut through the desire fogging my brain. I stilled above him, and with my weight braced on my knees, I lifted my hands to his jaw and tipped his face up to mine. “Look at me, Luc.”
He swallowed hard. Blinked. Then slowly lifted his gaze to mine. And in his eyes, I saw exactly what was holding him back.
I leaned down and kissed him, very softly. “I love you.”
“Ah, Dio, angioletto.” His eyes softened to sweet silver swirls and filled with tears. “I love you too. So so much.”
“Then show me. Right here.”
“I-I want to. But—”
“You’re perfectly healthy. Felicity ran all the tests you asked her to run.”
His eyes slid closed again. “I know, but—”
“There’s nothing wrong with you.” I kissed him again. Softly. Sweetly. “You’re not dirty. You’re not stained. You’re perfect.”
He sucked in a breath.
“You’re handsome,” I whispered, sliding my arms around his neck. “You’re so incredibly sexy.” I inched closer and lowered my weight to his lap, feeling his erection slip through my wetness, right where I ached to feel him most. “And you’re mine. Mine and no one else’s. I’m not giving you up. I’m not giving any part of you up. And this...”
I watched his face as I flexed my hips, rubbing my sex against his straining cock until his muscles tensed, and pleasure darkened his features. “This is mine as well. Mine to touch and lick and suck and swallow. And mine to fuck, whenever I want, as often as I want, however I want. That was implied in our vows.”
My words drew a reluctant laugh from him, but when I rocked against him again, he groaned.
“Dio. Sei irresistibile.” He swallowed hard and closed his eyes, struggling, I could tell, to keep from thrusting up hard and deep inside me. “Natalie...”
I brushed my mouth over his. “No more excuses. I want you bare, Luc. Nothing between us. You’re mine, and I’m yours, and this—us—is unbreakable.”
He groaned and opened to my kiss, drawing my tongue deep into his mouth. And when his arms tightened around my waist, I shifted my hips so he was at the perfect position, then lowered and took him in, gasping at the tight, thick feel of him stretching me again.
“Cazzo, ho bisogno di te.” His kiss turned greedy, wild, commanding against my mouth.
I rocked against him, contracting around his rigid length, groaning against his tongue, against his lips. His big hands tipped my head the way he wanted so he could kiss me deeper. So he could take me. So he could claim me the way we both needed. And I gave myself over to the pleasure of his touch. To whatever he wanted. As much as he needed.