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Chapter Fifteen
SALVATORE
I wasn’t taking Aria back to our usual hotel room, instead, I was leading her to one with a bit more privacy. She may think that this room means more than what it does, but that’s not true. When she opens the door, she will find the exact same set up like we always have. Just because we’re married doesn’t mean that anything changes.
“Two beds?” she questions, walking further in the room. She runs her fingertips over the bedding.
I nod. “I never wanted you to feel obligated to share a bed with me even though we’re married. You and I both know what you endured, and if you still need time to heal from that...I understand,” I choose my words carefully, not wanting to upset her in any way. There’s no how to guide on any of this, and the only thing that matters to me is making sure that she’s safe and happy.
I take my hand and glide it along her neck, moving her head against my hand, further into me. It’s moments like this that make me realize Aria is as close to happy as she can be. Moments like this that make me want to see the biggest smile spread across her beautiful face. So much pain and torment flashes through her eyes every day, so many agonizing memories and things that no one should have to endure, she has.
Aria, my wife, is the strongest woman alive. Of that I am sure.
All of a sudden she turns her back towards me, exposing the zipper of her glamorous wedding gown. I can’t say that I wasn’t shocked when I saw her decked out in a bedazzled Sophia Tolli gown. I know bedazzled is the wrong word for it, but she’s shining bright like a diamond, as she should. “Help me get out of this thing so I can change into something more comfortable,” she asks, and I do as she wants, placing my hand over the zipper and slowly pulling down. Her beautifully tanned skin is exposed to me, and I want nothing more than to run my hand along her skin and hold her close. But I never quite know when I’m being too selfish. It’s hard being a man like myself with such desire but having a woman who has been through so much... Deep inside me, I want to ravish her like the monster we both know I am...but she isn’t ready for that side of me. Honestly, I don’t know if she ever will be.
Aria steps out of her gown and is wearing nothing but a white lace thong, and just as I think she’s about to head to the bathroom, she turns to face me. Her long, black as midnight hair flows besides her breasts, the lights in the room accenting the naturally blue tone in her long locks. Round breasts are pebbling before me eyes as she stares at me.
What kind of game is this girl playing, I think to myself.
“I know what you’re thinking,” she states, and I don’t believe she knows that at all. “You’re wondering what the hell I’m doing and why I didn’t go into the bathroom to slip into a fuzzy robe.” Okay, so maybe she does. Aria takes in a deep breath before staring me down. I can see the emotion scattering through her eyes, the fear, the pain, so much… “The thing is I don’t want to go into that bathroom and slip into that fuzzy robe. At least, not yet. I want to be able to make my choice, to feel how things can be with us, Sal. I want to know what it feels like to choose sex. To choose us. I’ve never had that choice, and I want to make it here and now. We’re married after all, so this seems very fitting to me.”
I place my hands on her shoulders and try my hardest to keep my eyes trained on hers. Those tits she has are amazing, and when the time comes, I’ll be nibbling on those nipples. “Mio dolce, just because we’re married doesn’t mean we have to do this tonight. We have all the time in the world. There is no reason to rush anything that you’re not ready for.”
“I’m not rushing anything. Over these last few weeks you’ve shown me exactly who you are, Sal. You’ve shown me that you’re my protector, someone who cherishes me, my friend, previously my fiancé, and now you’re my horrific monster of a husband.” She smiles on the last bit. “You’ve shown me your heart, Salvatore Moretti. This is all I’ve ever wanted. Ever since I was a little girl, I just wanted this.”
“What’s this, mio dolce?”
She bites her bottom lip and looks over to the side. “Love. I think,”
I blink a couple of times before I realize… “You’ve never been in love before, have you?”
“No,” she whispers, almost as if she’s ashamed. My heart can’t grow any bigger than it is right now. I’m the first man Aria has ever loved, and I’m making damn sure that I’ll be the last.
She glances up at me, lip quivering, and I know that I can’t just keep standing here, staring at her like she’s the most precious thing on this Earth. I grab the back of her hair quickly, causing her to startle and plant my lips over hers. I feel her nervousness, even a bit of fear. It’s awkward at first but only for a few moments. She knows that I’d never do anything to harm her and skims her hands around my suit, pulling herself closer to me. She tries to rise up on her tippy toes, and I chuckle into our kiss, suckling her tongue into my mouth. She can’t help that she’s a shortie. It’s now that I realize she’s still in her heels. I guide my hand to her lower back, bringing her closer to me, making her step out of those death traps. She loses a few inches, giggling as I crane my neck down lower to meet her. “Silly girl,” I murmur against her lips, leading her to the bed.
My cock throbs, wanting to be settled deep into her warm pussy. I bring my face away from hers, needing to see the desire in her eyes. I have to know that she wants this as badly as I do, if not more. She’ll get the sweet version of me tonight, but I can’t promise that she’ll get that version of me the next time. I’m Jekyll and Mr. Hyde: you never know which part of me will come out.
Lust.
Desire.
Need.
I see all of it, signaling me to continue. I take my hand and slide it over her upper thigh, smiling as she shivers and trace my thumb right over her outer lips. She’s soaking wet. Aria must have wanted this for a while, and I never knew. Fuck, I would’ve done this ages ago if I had known.
Aria runs her hand over my cock, feeling the hardness through my trousers. I want to explode right here, not having any contact with a woman for months. I got tired of the one-night stands, needing something more than that. But I always knew what I wanted, and life became about obtaining that girl. Now here I stand with her hand on my cock and my thumb working her clit, watching her face twist and turn before my very eyes. Life is nothing but sweet.
“Take my pants off,” I instruct her, watching her nod as her hands fumble with my trousers. She unbuttons and unzips me quickly, and I step out of my pants. Her hands go to my suit jacket, sliding it down my arms until it makes a thud on the floor and then she works at the buttons on my dress shirt. Smart girl, I think to myself.
Silence surrounds us, the only noises come from our heavy breathing and hearts thumping away. I pop my cock free from my underwear and brush it against her pussy, feeling her wetness coat me. Fuck, I can’t wait any longer. Dammit. I stop, trying not to take her in the way I want to, a way that may make her judge me.
“I’m clean, if that’s what you’re wondering about,” she hisses out at me, looking pissed as fuck.
“Dammit, Aria,” I snap, pulling her up against me, I head straight against the wall and push her back into it, making sure my cock is nice and coated before I slam myself into her. “You’re too fucking tempting, you know that? Fucking mouth of yours drives me wild,” I hiss through clenched teeth, biting her nipple as I pound myself into her.
Her pussy sloshes, wetness spilling out of her. I can’t wait to make this girl cum. She moans, tossing her head back as I twirl my tongue around her nipple and then head to the unattended one. “Oh god…”
Her heat clenches around me, putting an iron clench on my cock, trying to suck me dry. I don’t want to cum yet, but dammit she’s tight. She’s the tightest woman I’ve ever been with. Fuck! I thrust, digging my nails into her shoulder until she’s screaming, her cum spilling out over my cock, between us both. Girl can fucking squirt! I bring my mouth up against her ear and bite down on her lobe feeling her earring against my teeth, and right as I cum, I tell her something she should never forget. “You’re mine, Aria Moretti. Always and Forever.”
