Page 83 of Because I Need You
“Patience.” He pulled back slightly, shooting an amused look at me.
“Please,” I breathed, biting my lip. I was whining, but I didn’t even care.
“You want my cock inside you?” he moved me so that I was higher in the bed and wrapped a hand around himself as he began moving the tip of his cock over my clit, up and down my folds.
“Fuck.” My hips circled. “Please. Please.”
“Tell me you want me.” He locked eyes with me, then, the darkness in his eyes brewing. “Tell me.”
“I want you.” I grinded against his cock, taking whatever, he could give me, needing him to make me come again. “Please. I want you. I want you so bad.”
“How bad?” He cocked an eyebrow, sliding his cock down my wet folds again, applying pressure right at my entrance, but not thrusting inside.
Oh, my God. My head slammed back onto the bed. “You’re going to kill me.”
“There are worse ways to go.”
“I can’t imagine.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, but he didn’t budge. He was staring at me, that stupid smirk on his face that normally I liked but right now I wanted to kill him for. I let myself drop onto the bed, my back flat, and brought my hands to my breasts, tweaking my nipples as he looked down at me.
“Fuck.” He bit his lip, thrusting against me, still not inside. “You’re so wet.”
“I know.”
“Soaking, baby.”
“I know.” My hips moved again, my fingers twisting my nipples. I felt the orgasm building again, my legs shaking slightly with it. I was close. He grabbed my wrists with one of his hands and held my arms over my head, stilling against me. I gasped. I was right there, right there, and he’d stopped. I shook my head side to side, eyes wide on his. “No, no, no. Please keep going.”
“This okay?” he asked, squeezing my wrists over my head. I swallowed and nodded. I knew what he was asking, but I trusted him. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to my lips, then my jawline, my neck. He brought his mouth to my ear. “You sure?”
“I’m positive, Giovanni, but for the love of God, please fuck me.”
He chuckled, pulling away again. “I fully intend to.”
“Right now.” I moved my entire body as much as I could, which admittedly wasn’t much with the way he was on top of me. “Please.”
“Hm.” He groaned against my chest, lowering slightly to pull a nipple into his mouth. “I love it when you beg for my cock.”
My eyes squeezed shut. “Please, please.”
“You want your husband to fuck you?”
My eyes popped opened. I nodded fiercely.
“Say it. Tell me.”
“I want my husband to fuck me.” I arched my back slightly. He let go of himself with the hand that wasn’t holding my wrists and started playing with my clit again. “Oh my God.”
“Is your pussy mine, Isabel?” He bit my earlobe.
“Yes.” I moved my hips. “Fuck. Yes. It’s yours. I’m yours.”
“You gonna let me fuck you like this?” he asked. No condom, that was what he meant. We’d already had a conversation about this. An unsexy one, as we brushed our teeth yesterday. I’d confided that I’d never done it that way. He’d said he only had once, when he was fifteen, and then he panicked, so he’d never done it again.
“Tell me.” He gripped his cock harder, breathing heavier as he slid up and down the folds of my pussy. I was so wet. So wet.
“Yes,” I gasped. “Please.”
“Please what, baby?”
“Please fuck me like that. Now.”
“Why?” He searched my eyes, fire blazing in his.
“Because I need it. Because I need you. Because I’m yours.” I shuddered. “Please, Gio.”
He made a sound in the back of his throat that made a shiver roll down the length of my spine as he took his hand off my clit and impaled me. That was the only word for it, as I screamed, my entire body bowing off the bed, my arms coming up with the force of it, but he held them down as he fucked me in hard, deep thrusts, that I felt everywhere inside me. My legs started to shake uncontrollably, now, another orgasm crashing through me with force. He slowed his movements then.
“Look at me,” he said, his voice low above me. I did, my heart skipping a beat the moment our eyes met. “You feel this, Isabel.”
I bit my lip as I nodded my response, my eyes falling closed again.
Holy shit, I was going to come again. I felt it building, but just as I was about to fall apart, he’d stop and slow his movements even more. Tears sprung in my eyes. It was too much, too much pressure and too much pleasure. I forced myself to open my eyes again and look at him. What we shared was insane, and yet, I couldn’t imagine my life without him anymore. When I thought about that possibility, I wanted to curl up into a ball and die. It was powerful. He let go of my wrists. I brought my hands to him, to his chest, clawing his pecs, and to his jaw, scraping my short fingernails down his jaw, his hair pricking the tips of my fingers. I watched as he thrust into me slowly, his head falling back with a deep groan.
