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My lips part, a sigh escaping as I watch the most erotic thing I have ever seen in my life. His eyes are dark with lust, color darkening his chiseled cheekbones.
He removes his fingers from his mouth and then slides them inside my own mouth. "Suck. Taste yourself."
I'm not sure why I feel compelled to do as he says, but I let my tongue swirl around his fingers. I taste my own excitement, tart and strange, and the salt of his skin. I suck on his fingers and watch his pupils dilate, his jaw go granite hard.
He likes that.
He lets me suck on his fingers for several seconds before gently withdrawing them from my mouth. Then he pulls the bedding up and covers me once again with the sheet and blanket. "You'll get more later."
"I didn't ask for more." Soft and filled with want, my voice is not at all convincing.
"You will," he promises me in a dark voice. "You will beg for it."
Chapter 10
SEVERU
Catalina came so beautifully on my fingers. She ismi perfetta bellezza,perfect for me and beautiful in her passion. She loves sucking my fingers; I cannot wait to feel her mouth around my cock.
Later, I tell myself.Later.
"Do you feel better?" I ask her.
She blushes, like she wasn't just begging for my touch. So innocent. She's twenty-five, so I do not expect her to be a virgin, but her reactions are too untried for her to have much experience. The primitive part of me is very happy about that.
"Yes, thank you," she says primly.
For the second time in less than an hour, I want to laugh. I shake my head instead. "Do not thank me for touching you. It is my pleasure."
"But you didn't—" She breaks off, obviously too uncomfortable to continue.
My wife is such a contradiction. Her body responds like a Siren, but she blushes like a virgin.
"I will. Later," I promise her.
"Oh." Her face is fire engine red, but the look in her eyes is more interest than embarrassment. "I did not realize that doing that could make my pain go away."
"You have never given yourself a climax to take the edge off of your pain?" I understand her not doing so as a child, but teenage girls masturbate, don't they?
"No."
"Have you ever masturbated?" I ask, curious.
She glares at me. "How is that any of your business?"
"I am your husband. There is no place for false modesty between us."
"My modesty is not false, believe me," she says in a strangled tone.
Not wanting to undo the good I did with her orgasm, I don't press the matter since it is clearly causing her stress. I did not pleasure my wife and end up with a rock hard cock in my pants just to have her tensing up with pain again.
I call Aldo back in and he is carrying a bag from a nearby boutique. He holds it up. "Clothes for Signora Severu."
The staff and my men already refer to my mother as Signora De Luca. I like this name for my wife. It feels more personal. Like she belongs to me, not my family.
Catalina chokes out a, "Thank you." She's blushing again and cannot meet Aldo's eyes.
Does it bother her that he knows I gave her pleasure? She'd better get used to it. Our bodyguards are around almost all of the time. Unless I want to limit our sex life to after we have retired to our room for the night, which is not going to happen, there will inevitably be times they are aware we are fucking.
