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I stroked her thigh then moved my hand closer to her pussy and brushed my fingers over her wet flesh. Tracing my index finger along her slit, I waited a few moments, but she didn’t tense, and so I slipped one finger into her. My cock jerked, knowing that soon I’d be buried in her wet heat. I began fucking her with my finger slowly as I circled her clit. And that sight lit me on fire. I imagined this came close to feeling emotions, this burning, all-consuming need. Better than the feel of her arousal was the breathless moan falling from Kiara’s mouth, the softness of her thighs telling me she enjoyed this without any reservations because she trusted me to be good to her.
I raised my eyes to watch her.
My finger was engulfed by her wetness, and she was fisting the bedsheets, making desperate little moans in her throat. I pulled back a couple of inches.
“How is it, Kiara?” My voice was tight and deep—on edge—but Kiara didn’t seem bothered by it. A strange warmth settled in my chest, one I couldn’t place.
“Good,” she whispered then gasped as I curled my finger inside of her, pressing my pad lightly against her G-spot.
“Good?”
“So good, Nino. So good.” She sounded as if this was a fucking miracle, as if it was a revelation I had offered her, and something strangely possessive filled my chest.
Kiara was mine.
“Good,” I murmured against her wet flesh before I closed my mouth over her clit again and brushed her G-spot. She came again, arching up, clawing at the sheets, gasping and moaning, and I softened my ministrations, allowing her to ride this out. I knew I needed to test her readiness with another finger, but warning her about it posed the risk that she’d tense again. However, she needed to feel in control. “I want to put a second finger in you.”
A moment of hesitation. “Okay.”
“Try to relax or I will tickle you again,” I warned as I slid my finger in and out slowly.
She laughed, and I eased my second finger into her. She tightened in surprise and I didn’t move, letting her realize that no pain would follow. She was too wet for that. “Good?”
“Okay,” she said.
“Then let’s try to make it good.” I moved up her body, keeping my fingers inside of her and closed my mouth over her nipple. I teased it for a while before I began moving my fingers in a slow rhythm.
Kiara’s walls hugged them tightly, and I couldn’t wait to feel them around my cock. After a few seconds, Kiara met my thrusts with her pelvis as I sucked her nipple harder. I released her nub to ask how it was, but Kiara was faster.
“Good, Nino. Please don’t stop.”
I returned my mouth to her waiting nipple, lightly nibbling, and soon Kiara arched under me, crying out her release. I eased my fingers out of her, which were coated in her juices, and that sight almost undid me.
Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze unfocused, lips pulled into a small, satisfied smile.
“Your body is ready,” I rasped, teetering on the edge of control. I’d rarely allowed myself to lose control, and tonight would definitely not be the day.
“I’m ready,” she said softly, eyes searching my face. I smiled at her, knowing she needed it to be set at ease.
I pushed myself up and off Kiara. “I think it’s best for you to be on top.”
“I’m not sure I can do this. Can you be on top?”
I nodded but given her nerves as soon as she realized my physical power, being on top seemed a bad choice. In the boxing ring today, she had handled it well, but it was different than submitting to someone in a bed. I got out of my briefs. I was already painfully hard, but I knew I needed to go slow for Kiara. Never in my life did I have to hold back for someone. I took whatever pleasure women could offer me, and they could offer plenty, but Kiara was my wife and I wanted to treat her right, treat her like a wife was supposed to be treated.
Kiara wasn’t a whore or debtor. She was my wife. A Falcone. My responsibility.
She watched me with nerves and trust. I wasn’t sure why the realization that she trusted me pleased me as much as it did; only my brothers trusted me, and now Kiara—even though her past had taught her that the people she trusted ended up hurting her.
I climbed back on the bed, and Kiara smiled, but her lips trembled as she did so. I wanted to be in her.
“We don’t have to do this,” I told her, even if the words flowed painfully from my lips.
“No,” she said immediately, touching my chest. Her fingers were shaking. I brought her palm to my mouth and kissed it. She relaxed slightly, reacting well to tenderness, as usual. I enjoyed being gentle with Kiara because the way she responded gave me a great deal of satisfaction. It was a new experience that I hadn’t thought possible.
