Bringing my hands up to my breasts, I whine softly as I squeeze them. They’re heavy and tender, and I experiment with pinching my nipples, finding I definitely like the pain. It’s something Vero and I played with a little.
“You like pain,” he whispers, grinning as his thumb rubs my clit slowly. “We are going to have so much fun, wife. I’ll never give you more than you can handle. It’s just you and me, Rosa. No one exists, anyone who has ever hurt you doesn’t deserve to be in this space.”
I nod as I continue to play with my nipples while he slowly pushes his fingers into my cunt.
“Breathe, baby. Tell me you hear me.”
“I do,” I moan. “It’s just us. No one else is here.”
I know he doesn’t mean our pack. His words are meant to block out the memories of my rapists, the people who tried to ruin all sexual pleasure for me. Nico rocks his fingers inside of my pussy as he eats me out, his tongue driving me wild.
“One day, all the men who have ever hurt you will be dead,” he growls, listening to the way my cunt clamps down on his fingers. Slick pushes out of me, making a mess of the blankets underneath me. Nothing gets me wetter than when he talks about murder. I can’t help it. “You’ll believe it when we tell you you’re safe, and you won’t second guess yourself for enjoying our touch.”
My back bows as a rush of heat pushes pleasure through my body, and I moan as Nico uses his teeth on my clit. He’s slowly trying to stretch my cunt without hurting me, teasing me with his words to make me want him more.
I think his plan is working. Everything he says is rooted in both logic and dreams. The men who rule my nightmaresactually exist, and when they die, I’ll be able to remind myself they can’t hurt me.
“Nico,” I whimper. “I’m close. Please.”
“Keep playing with your tits, baby. I fucking love how pretty you are when you own your pleasure.”
“Maybe…” I gasp, my hand shaking with emotions and pleasure as my fingers tangle in Nico’s hair. His chuckle is private and sexy as I pull him where I want his mouth. “I’ll enjoy the thought of your cum painting my skin too one day.”
Nico groans, and the vibration of his voice makes my head drop back as my orgasm rolls through me. I can hear my slick spraying over his face, and as I blink my eyes to clear the haze from it, he crawls up my body. Raising my feet, I snag the waistband of his sleeping pants with my toes, and pull them down his legs.
“Nice trick,” he grins, grabbing the end of the blanket to clean his mouth and chin. I’m a little sad as I watch him do that, and he freezes. “Do you like the taste of your own cum, Rosa?”
“I do,” I say, biting my lip hesitantly.
“You’re so perfect,” my husband growls, dropping his head to brush his lips against mine. “I want to learn what you like,mia cara moglie.”
“What about you?”
I can feel the weight of his cock against my stomach, warm and hard. His fingers brush through my hair as he continues to kiss me, simply worshipping me through his touch. He doesn’t touch himself, actively ignoring the weapon between his legs.
“This is about you,” he murmurs. “I’m along for the ride, baby. Do you want me to use a condom?”
“There’s no way you randomly have a condom,” I tease him.
“No, I don’t. But I would get up and buy some if you wanted me to.”
“I don’t want you to leave,” I sigh. “And I don’t want anything between us.”
“Okay.” Nico continues to kiss me as his fingers ghost down my skin. He sucks on my tongue as he pinches my nipples, and bites my bottom lip when his fingers fill my cunt again. It’s a slow building of stimulation until I’m whimpering as his thumb teases my clit. “I know, my poor wife hates to be teased. It’s just for a little while, I promise. Can you handle it?”
“For you I can.”
The words are an agreement that I don’t completely hate it, and soothes how full I feel as he stretches four of his fingers inside my pussy. His knot is definitely larger than this, which is why he’s driving me insane with a slower build up.
“I love you,” he confesses, rubbing his nose against mine. “I don’t need you to say it back, not right now. I had to say it. Fuck. Relax, baby. That’s it. You’re doing so well. Mmm. Are you going to come for your husband again?”
“Yes!” I wail. I lose myself as he rolls my clit harder underneath his thumb, and his fingers curve upward to hit the perfect spot inside of me. This takes me more by surprise as he’s worked my body over, learning my sounds as he went.
Pulling his fingers from my cunt, he makes me watch as he sucks my slick from them. It’s filthy and hot, and the way he flicks the tip of his tongue to lap up every drop has me shivering with need.
“Nico. Please.”
“No more begging,” he promises, pulling off his shirt so I can glide my fingertips down his skin. “This’ll hurt at the beginning, baby. Hurt me back. I want to admire your scratches on my skin in the morning.”
