Page 79 of His Vicious Vow
Carina
My stomach growls. Sandro sighs. “I knew it.”
I pout when he slips from inside me and rolls off the bed. He ignores me and grabs his phone before walking into his bathroom. I blink several times at the clock beside the bed. Holy crap we’ve been in bed more than six hours. No wonder I’m starving. It was totally worth it.
Sandro is back and picking me up. He walks me into the standing shower large enough for half a dozen people. It’s nicer than mine, which might hold four people. Ooh, a bench with another rainfall shower head above it like the one we’re under. With a flick of his wrist the shower is on nice and hot.
I’m set on my feet by him sliding me down his hard body. I love the way his chest hair tickles me and rub against him again. A hand is in my hair pulling me away from him. “Behave. I have maybe twenty minutes to get you washed and dressed before the food gets here.”
“Pull harder.” I moan.
Shaking his head he chuckles as his other hand is around my throat. I offer him more with another moan. “I said behave. Keep this up and no orgasms and my cock in your pussy until bedtime.” I pout at his warning. Sandro never says anything he doesn’t mean. “If you’re a good girl though, I’ll give you one last orgasm before we’re done. And after you have your dessert, I’ll have mine as your tasty pussy.”
Excited by his promise, I do my best to be his good girl.
His chuckle skims down my neck as he nips at me there. He’s behind me soaping my breasts. I lean into his hard chest loving the way he’s all around me. When his hands move down over my tummy they gentle before cupping the slight bump. “You are so fucking sexy.” He mutters.
Before I met him I would have loved hearing it yet wondered if he meant it and doubted it. Too many years of made to be self-conscious of hearing Carlo complain to nonna I was too fat. Resentment had me going to my favorite restaurant and eating until my stomach hurt in bizarre retaliation—in some weird act of I’ll eat whatever I want. The pain of all of it burns to ash in the fire of Sandro’s eyes as he worships my body with his hands and mouth.
He's down on his knees now in front of me, carefully picking up one foot to wash thoroughly then the other. I laugh when he’s disappointed I’m not ticklish. The laughter stops when his hands roam up my legs getting closer and closer to the spot he ignored on his way down.
The wicked grin is a warning as he swipes his thumb along my slit, teasing me by not pressing inside. He takes his sweet time cleaning my mons, lips, and the more sensitive are between my pussy and my ass. I want to beg for his fingers but Sandro is mean and will keep them from me the more I ask.
Finally the two thick fingers of his left hand press inside me. I sigh in loss as the come he filled me with slides down my legs. Sandro came inside me five times in the long six hours we made love. Soaping his fingers he pushes them deeper into my tight channel and begins fucking me with them. His large right hand holds my ass so I’m steady. I give in and lean one hand on his shoulder. Too slow, they are moving far too slow but every time I try to come down on them I get slap too my ass—until he figures out I love it.
Two hard slaps of my ass to each cheek have me thrusting my ass out for more, forgetting the fingers inside me. “I love it. My darling wife loves having my cock buried inside her, my hand around her throat, me filling her with come, and spankings. You are definitely spending the next twenty years pregnant.”
“I’m willing.” And I am. I can’t imagine anything better than a house filled with the sound of children, yelling, fighting, laughing, and loving each other. Days filled with soccer games, recitals, tears from loss, laughter as they—Oh, ouch. The bastard bit my ass yet when he sucks to soothe he pulls a moan from me.
He chuckles, it’s a naughty chuckle and it’s my only warning before a finger from his right hand begins pressing into my ass. My hand turn into claws as I grip his shoulder tighter and tighter as he works both ends of me until I wonder if a person could die from pleasure. Now there are two fingers, I’m stretched tight creeping to the edge of pain.
“Are you okay, piccolina?” Sandro whispers.
“No, I’m fucking dying here. Harder, give me more.” I beg.
This time he gives me what I ask for, both sets of fingers fuck me in tandem so I’m never empty. There’s no warning, I’m barely aware of it building before my orgasm slams into me with the force of a freight train to the chest. For two seconds I wonder if I’m going to faint. My legs go out from under me, Sandro catches me close. Chuckling, he squeezes me tight. “If you think my fingers feel good inside your ass, wait for my cock.”
Before anal was appealing but scary. Now it’s sounds like heaven. I groan as the aftershocks of my orgasm expel the last of his come from me. “Don’t worry, piccolina, I’ll fill you up soon again.”
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Carina
Two weeks later I’m cranky as I wake up all on my own. Rolling over I clutch his pillow tight and inhale. I would rather it was Sandro but it will do, for now. The red dials of the clock on the bedside tell me the reason I’m waking up alone are because I’m a sloth. Ouch, it’s almost noon. We went to bed a few minutes after midnight. While we didn’t go right to sleep, my dear husband fucked me twice before falling asleep inside me but still. It feels like lately all I want to do is sleep. Celia said she was going through the same thing and her doctor told her it was common. I guess it’s better than nausea.
I push out of bed and stumble into the shower. After a quick shower I’m inside our walk in closet. Sandro moved everything from my closet into his before we went to bed that night. My room is now the home office I’m wondering if I’m actually going to do any work out of. The manga I was working on started boring me so I started a different one and I’m not nearly as good at writing as I thought I was. Now I’m wondering if I should stick to art.
There’s a note on the island from Sandro. I love how he starts the note out with please wear something nice like the black dress with the flowers the first night we walked the property.
He didn’t forget my birthday. I’m grinning like a maniac as I open my naughty drawer. I grab the black lace bustier, black sheer and lace garter belt and insanely expensive sheer black stockings. And because he mentioned it the black velvet wrap dress with flowers on it.
I’m dressed in five minutes flat. The makeup takes fifteen minutes. Sandro also moved my vanity into his room. He loved watching me put on makeup, admitting he was fascinated by everything I did. I loved how he didn’t complain about the time it took or told me I looked better without it and didn’t need it. I mean, he said the words once after we made love and he got out of bed to get the makeup wipes off my vanity for me. But not while I was in the middle of getting ready and as a way of controlling my appearance.
Outside the door of our room on the floor is a small box with a card on top. I roll my eyes, jewelry. Opening the card I giggle, it’s a handmade card using Sailor Moon on the outside. The inside is a simple message: Happy Birthday to my dear wife. Expensive gifts are acceptable on birthdays, anniversaries, and holidays.
We might have to discuss this because I didn’t make this agreement. A sigh escapes me, the earrings are a match for my wedding ring. I put them on before I take another step. Okay, jewelry is acceptable on special occasions.
In the middle of the hallway is another box. Holy freaking crap. A double row of emerald meet in the middle to a large emerald I’m guessing is ten or more carats with diamonds on each side. This is why I wasn’t sure about it, give the man an inch.