Mrs. Bonetti said something in Italian that sounded very much like ‘Jesus, Mary, and Joseph’, before walking away, leaving them with a tray full of food.
Cesare turned around and shut the door behind him, meeting Sabrina’s sleepy gaze in the process. His eyes raked over her form in the bed, and she fought the urge to fidget under the scrutiny. Giving in, Sabrina gave him a playful grin before ducking under the covers.
“Where did my wife go?” He chuckled. “I could have sworn she was just there.” His voice was warm, and deliciously deep.
Sabrina gave a surprised whimper at the sore ache between her legs as she wriggled beneath the covers.
“Sabrina?” She could hear the frown in Cesare’s voice.
She huffed, pulling the covers down just enough for her face to show. “I’m fine. I just moved.”
Cesare tilted his head before understanding dawned, and he visibly struggled between feeling empathetic or self-satisfied.
Sabrina grumbled, covering her head again, only for Cesare to pounce on the bed. He pulled the covers away, crawling in beside her, then pulled the covers back over them both. Cesare lay on his side, facing his new bride with a grin.
“If you want to hide from the world for a bit, you may.” He pressed a kiss against her lips. “But we do not hide from each other.” He nudged her nose with his before pulling back, running a hand down the curves of her body in visible appreciation. “You are so beautiful, tesoro.”
Sabrina tried her best not to stare at him with stars in her eyes. “I want you.” She whispered out.
“That is good.” Cesare answered. “I want you too.” He kissed her lips, rolling on top of her as she returned the kiss, moaning when he slipped his tongue into her mouth, teasing hers.
“Give me your tongue.” He coaxed, deepening the kiss as she followed the command.
Sabrina’s body warmed and tingled as he stroked and kissed and rocked against her body.
“So good for me.” He praised, as he pressed a leg between her thighs. “And so wet.” He groaned.
Sabrina nodded, making a soft plaintive sound as Cesare kissed a trail from her neck to her chest. He nuzzled her breasts before sucking the tip of one into his mouth, causing Sabrina to arch against him as the move sent an electric shock straight to her clit.
“All you have to do is walk into the room and my panties get wet.” She bemoaned. “It is very frustrating.” She mock-frowned.
Cesare released her nipple with a wet pop and a lascivious grin. “Good.” He nodded, eyes dancing.
“No, not good, I literally don’t have enough panties.” She huffed.
Cesare kissed a trail down her breasts, over her soft stomach, and her curvy hips. “You don’t need panties.” He answered gutturally. “You don’t need clothes. All you need to do is lie back while I take care of my pretty girl.”
“Your pretty girl?” She echoed, arching in pleasure when he swirled his tongue around her clit and sucked.
“Mhmm.” He hummed happily in response. “Mine.”
Sabrina mewled in pleasure as his fingers slowly thrust in and out of her aching pussy.
“How does this feel?” He asked. “Are you too sore?”
“It’s sore, but it’s also…” Sabrina broke off with a gasp as he flicked his tongue over her clit again, beginning to suck a mind altering rhythm. “G-Green.” Was all she could make out before losing herself to the sensation of warm, cosseted pleasure.
Cesare continued to push her closer to ecstacy as he whispered instructions and encouragement. He wove a spell over her with his deliciously filthy praise, as Sabrina climbed closer and closer to her peak.
Sabrina vaguely registered the sound of pounding on the door. She tried to open her eyes, she really did, but she was so close, and the only thing that existed was her and Cesare, and whatever magic this was they were making.
“Come for me now, tesoro.” He crooned. “Just like that.”
She sobbed as the force of her orgasm hit, and her eyes flashed open as she held onto Cesare. He growled as he worked her through it, grinding his hips against her in promise of what was next.
Sabrina blinked as she came back to herself; her mind pleasantly fuzzy. A tear ran down the side of her face, and he kissed it reverently.
“You're so good, baby. So fucking good for me.” He whispered.
