“Spread,” he demands.
“Massimo—”
He shakes his head, effectively cutting off my words.
I’m not sure what I was going to say to him, anyway, maybe something like please take it slow? I smirk, knowing that trying to give him any order or request would fall on deaf ears. Massimo does what Massimo wants to do.
I watch as he sheds his clothes and every square inch of his body is revealed to me. Five years in prison has been very good to my husband. He’s bulkier than he was before he left, his body defined with muscle on top of muscle, but he’s not so big that he’s intimidating, he’s just… so nice.
I lick my lips at the sight, my eyes dragging down until I reach his hard length. That seems bigger too, even though I’m sure that it’s not. It’s just been that long since I’ve seen him in person.
My thighs spread on their own. My heels planting into the mattress, my knees bent. I open myself for my husband. Willingly, ready, and waiting for him to take me the way I’ve been dreaming about for five long years.
MASSIMO
My wife.
Someone that I thought I could live without. A woman that I now realize I could never survive without, I need her, in my life and in my bed. I could fuck anyone, but I’ve never found anyone that I’ve wanted to keep beside me until I met her and even after five years away, that has not changed.
“You’re too skinny,” I point out as I climb onto the bed.
Her lips twitch. “You’ve said that before. I drink too much and like to take painkillers, too.”
I snort. “That shit’ll kill you, dolcezza. I’ll get you some good smoke, yeah?”
She hums as I move between her thighs, spreading my knees to widen her legs, wrapping one of my hands around the back of her neck, the other gripping her hip.
Dipping my head, I touch my mouth to hers, licking her bottom lip before I press my forehead against her own. Aligning my cock with her center, I lift my head to look into her eyes.
I can tell that she’s high on her painkillers. I shake my head, cursing to myself that she’s hooked on that shit. Sliding my hand to her waist, I feel the scarred skin beneath my grip. Without a second thought, I slam inside of her, needing to feel her and remind myself that she is alive and safe in my arms—in my bed.
Pippa’s breath hitches as her head falls back. I growl, feeling like a teenage boy fucking his first whore. I’m seconds from blowing my load, but I can’t. She has to get there.
Lowering my head, I touch my lips to the center of her throat. “Touch yourself, my beautiful girl,” I whisper against her skin.
She doesn’t hesitate, her hand moves between her legs and I groan as soon as I feel her fingers brush against my pelvis. Pulling out of her, I sink back inside slowly. My movements aren’t as hurried as my body craves them to be.
This isn’t just about me, isn’t about my satisfaction only, this is about Pippa. This is about trying to apologize the only way that I know how. This is about showing her that I’m here with her. I’m going to try and stay right here with her too. I’m here for us.
Unable to hold back, my movements speed up, my fingers gripping the back of her hair and her waist. She lets out a moan as her hips begin to jerk beneath me. I can feel her climbing, straddling the edge of coherency and pure bliss.
“Come for me, dolcezza. You’re so tight, so wet, I know you’re close. Let me feel you, my beautiful girl,” I murmur against her throat.
She bucks against me, her cunt fluttering around me. I lose all control. My fingers grip her waist and hair tighter, so fucking tight that I’m worried I may hurt her and also, not giving a shit if I do.
Slamming my hips against her body, I fuck her hard. I let out a growl through gritted teeth as I fuck my wife. She cries out, her hand flying out from between us, her fingers curling around my shoulder as I lose the last ounce of control that I was holding on to.
Burying myself deep inside of her, I lift my head, my face lifting to the ceiling and I roar with my release. My entire body trembles, it fucking shakes as I come inside of my wife for the first time in five goddamn years.
When my body has finally calmed down, when I come back to my senses, I tilt my head down to look into Pippa’s eyes. Her head is lifted to look up at me, those dull blue eyes, they’re a little brighter than they were only moments ago.
Lowering my head, I touch my mouth to hers. “The best I ever had, dolcezza. Been thinking of you, of this cunt for five years,” I rasp against her lips.
Her body stiffens and she tries to push away from me at my words, but I don’t allow her to. Lifting my face, I frown as I look down into her eyes.
“What’s this, then?”
“You’ve been thinking of just my cunt? I waited for you for five years and all you thought about was my cunt?”
I blink. Then I start to laugh, my cock slipping from that delicious cunt. Rolling onto my back, I grab her as she attempts to struggle away from me. Wrapping my arms around her, pulling her against my side, I don’t allow her to stomp off.
“You’re an asshole,” she snaps.
Tilting my chin down at her, I smirk. “I am. But I wasn’t being one just now.”
“Oh no?”
Shaking my
