Playing a dominant role still had its place in my life, but not now, not here with my new wife. For now, I knew I needed to shelve those urges.
She deserved to be treated tenderly. She needed to be made love to all night long softy and gently. Contrary to how I’d been trained and subsequently against what were now my own sexual preferences that was exactly what I was going to do.
I lowered her onto the comfortable looking bedding and stood back to look down at her. Not moving a muscle from where I’d left her, Bee in turn looked back at me expectantly with her expressive, teal coloured eyes. I watched as her pupils dilated and then when something else caught my eye, I allowed my eyes to wander down.
Her lips parted slowly as she tried to draw in more oxygen to fuel the adrenalin I knew was already coursing through her body. The tells of which I recognised from the blush pink colour on her chest and the heightened colour I could see in her cheeks. My cock grew quickly, until it was pushing uncomfortably behind the zip in my shorts. My balls were aching to be emptied inside of her again. I stored the feelings, knowing they would serve me well later and turned my attentions back to the woman who was offering me all she was and I attempted, for the first time in my life, to connect with someone else as Nico Morello and not their Don, or boss.
‘Eyes on me, angel.’
Slowly, with her eyes focussing on me I began to strip out of the few clothes I was wearing. I’d felt her eyes on my back this morning as I’d dressed, and I wanted to give her what I knew she had wordlessly asked for earlier. She wanted to see me, to touch and to be fucked by me and who the hell was I to deny her. With her eyes appraising what she was looking at, I was so goddamned pleased for every single visit I’d ever made to my gym and every run I’d pushed my protesting body through.
‘This is for you, Bee… all for you.’
With one hand at the back of my neck I pulled my T-shirt up slowly. I knew the minute my abs had been exposed to her as I heard a sigh leave her beautiful lips. Now concealed inside my T-shirt, I smiled to myself as I continued to slowly expose my body to her. The material skimmed up my own needy flesh and I imagined it was her fingertips casually brushing over my skin. The picture in my head was so fucking sharp I had to take in a deep breath.
Still I continued, slowly and tantalisingly I exposed my body to her. I knew I looked good naked, several women had informed me of just that and I could see the lustful looks I got from nearly every woman I’d ever come into contact with. But even if I gave them what they thought they wanted from me; I never gave them everything I was. But for this woman, this woman who was reclined out expectantly in front of me, my wife. Well, I wanted her to have me in my entirety. I wanted her to look at me as every fucking wet dream she’d ever had and to never look at another man again.
Finally, I pulled the T-shirt off my head and threw it to the floor behind me. Before our eyes met again, I took in the sight of her hand holding on to the edge of the bed and her fingernails as they dug deeply into the soft bedding.
I let one of my hands travel down slowly over the length of my abdomen making sure the movement caught her attention and that she watched my fingers travel over every undulation.
Then I released the button on my shorts and lowered the zip. By only lowering it an inch I knew my shorts would fall until they met my hips and revealed V shaped muscles that pointed to the nirvana I now knew she was salivating for.
I knew how visual stimulation turned women on. If you could control and feed their imagination, then you were halfway to satisfying them. But right now, this performance I was putting on especially for her, was driving me forward much quicker than I wanted.
Clasping my hands together, I put them on top of my head and inhaled deeply before I allowed my eyes to sweep up and down her body, not trusting myself to keep my hands to myself.
‘Tell me what you want, angel?’
‘I… I want you, your touch, your tongue and your cock inside me.’ Her face looked shocked at what I’d got her to admit.
I felt a broad smile spread over my face at her admission.
Her toenails were still the pearlized colour she’d had for our wedding and that was where I was convinced her fucking innocence ended. I had no idea how many men she had slept with before and I wasn’t interested either. I knew that she could have been a God forbid fucking virgin until she’d met me and she would still have instinctively known just how to please me, and she most definitely was fucking pleasing me.
Her long legs were bronzed from the Mediterranean sun and bare apart from the silver ankle chain she wore.
My eyes lifted higher to her short denim skirt, which was riding higher, and having ripped off her panties in the sea earlier I knew she was bare underneath. In the twisted position I’d laid her down in with her legs askew, I could see the swell of her ass and the very top of the apex of her thighs. The lemon, button-up lace top she had on didn’t meet the waistband of the skirt. The tiny reveal of her toned stomach was so fucking provocative that I had to push my tongue into the side of my mouth as I fought against ripping the rest of her clothes off and sampling each and every square inch of her bare skin with my tongue and teeth.
At last my eyes found her face, and everything I found written there told me she was as fucking desperate as me.
Blood was pumping so fast around my system I could almost taste the salt in it and that’s when I understood that I’d bitten down onto the soft flesh of the inside of my cheek as I tried to control my own compulsions.
I wanted to rip away her clothing, fall to my knees and devour each and every single inch of her. I knew that I was beginning to lose the fight against my desire to be tender with her.
I was quickly losing my mind.
I was burning with need.
I needed my hands on her, my cock in her mouth and my hands in her hair as I fucking controlled her movements.
Her tongue flicking out as she swept it across her dry lips pulled my eyes quickly back to hers.
‘I want to take my time with you, Bee… but I also want to fuck you so damn hard that just thinking about it tomorrow will make you wet…’ I told her everything she needed to know and leant my head over to one side as I waited for her answer.
‘I want you, Nico. I want all of you… every single side of you.’ Slowly, her hands moved and her fingers trailed over the frayed hem of her skirt. All too fucking slowly she lifted up the bottom and exposed her weeping pussy to me. The smell of her hit my nostrils and tipped me over the edge of the precipice I’d been balancing on. My restraint that had been coiled tightly up inside of me like a reel of steel wire sheared abruptly.
I couldn’t think or control anymore.
Now, I just wanted to feel, and I needed it to be her under my fingers, in my mouth and wrapped around my cock.
I watched her mouth fall open as I silently answered her with my actions. Leaning over her, I put my hands on either side of the button that held her skirt to her and pulled my hands apart suddenly, making the button ping off somewhere inside the tent and then I swiftly pulled it down her legs.
Doggedly, I released her and walked to the bottom of the bed. In one movement I fell to my knees, removed her skirt and, grabbing hold of her ankles, I parted her legs. Then hearing a whimper leave her mouth as she envisaged just what was coming, I pulled her down the bed until her pussy was in my mouth.
At just the taste of her, my inner turmoil was calmed.