It’s the third time I’ve had Riccardo so close, but it’s the first time I feel the actual closeness in every touch. With our feelings fueling our bodies, I feel like I’m glowing from the inside, and it makes the connection between us so much clearer. My body instinctively follows his touches, warming up from the murmurs of praise, and I readily straddle him, looking out for his injured limbs .
“Is this okay?” I can’t help the worry in my voice as I notice him wince for a moment when I lower my weight onto him. But Riccardo laughs and pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear, looking into my eyes with a grin.
“It’s perfect.”
Ah, damn, so he can be romantic, too. Warmth rises all the way to the tips of my ears, and with a stifled sound of shyness, I lean in to press a kiss to his lips. God, why do I want him even more now?
And it looks like Riccardo wants me just as much. His erection is trapped between our bodies, and I can feel just how hot and hard he is for me. The sensation itself makes me shiver, and I unconsciously rub myself against him until Riccardo bucks his hips upward. The movement makes me lose the last remnants of my patience, and I whimper into his lips.
“Riccardo, I-I want you, ah, I want you so much.”
His body reacts to my pleading voice with a slight thrust upward, but Riccardo’s dark eyes remain trained on mine. “You have to ask for it nicely.”
Ah. I swallow and push my face into the crook of his neck, mindlessly rocking myself on top of him. If I wanted, I could easily take him in without permission-but I can’t even think about it. I have to earn it first.
“Please, ah, please, Ricca-Ah!”
He moves his hips but not enough to slide inside of me, only teasing with his hand sliding down my side. “What do you want?”
“I want-I want you to take me.”
He hums with satisfaction. “Aren’t you mine already, Elena?”
“I am, I am, ah, I am yours,” I whisper frantically, following the hold of Riccardo’s hands as they grip my hips and push me down-to take him to the base.
My whole body arches from the bolt of pleasure that runs through me, and I let out a loud moan that almost muffles Riccardo’s voice.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, stroking my back and thighs as if encouraging me to keep going.
He can’t really push himself upward without moving his ankle, but he still manages to keep control of the rhythm. His hands grip my hips, guiding me up and down while I choke on my moans, barely keeping my arms straight as I hover above him. My hair slips off my shoulders, touching the sides of his head, and I hold his dark gaze as I take him as deep as I can.
Riccardo raises his hand to my face, runs his thumb over my lips, and I part them with another moan, allowing him to slip his thumb into my mouth. God, I want him everywhere. My eyelids grow heavy, and it becomes harder to keep up the rhythm as my muscles grow tired and my body becomes weaker with pleasure.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” Riccardo praises me, stroking my waist and thighs as I pause to catch my breath.
His eyes are fixed on me, and I quiver as I meet his dark gaze, feeling the spiral of pleasure all the way down to my toes. My whole body clenches with the need to have him deeper, have him more, and Riccardo grimaces in pleasure. Yes, yes, I want to see how good I make him feel. It gives me the energy to pick up my pace again, and both of us moan in unison, pushing toward each other with new force.
It feels as if every muscle of my body tenses up with the pure focus of taking Riccardo deeper and chasing the pleasure he gives me. My mind goes completely blank, and my hips move in sharp and instinctive thrusts, filling me with so much pleasure my toes curl. God. I want to have him till the end of my life.
“I’m all yours, Elena.”
I didn’t even realize I’d said it out loud but damn it. Riccardo’s deep and husky voice murmuring confessions into my heart is the last thing that pushes me to the edge. My body shudders and clenches with the wave of pleasure, forcing all of my muscles to tense up. But even through the weakness of my orgasm, I keep moving in fast and deep thrusts as I feel the heat of Riccardo’s release inside of me.
His hands grasp me, pull me closer, force me to take him-and I slump on top of him and let him have me whole. We have already reached the peak together, but if there’s any pleasure my body can give him, I want to give it all.
“God, Elena,” Riccardo mutters a moment later into the dim lights of the room, raising a hand to rub his face. He looks just as wiped out as I feel, still struggling to catch his breath, and I giggle and prop my chin on his chest.
“Aren’t you lucky to have a wife like me?”
He chuckles and pulls his hand off his face to look at me with a glint of adoration. His eyes are almost sparkling, and correct me if I’m wrong, but Riccardo seems to be smitten by me. But that’s good-because I’m completely smitten by him, too.
“It’s dangerous, you know. To have a wife like you.” He slides his palm up my back, making me shiver and press closer into the warmth of his chest. I tilt my head with a questioning frown, and Riccardo grins wider. “Dangerous for the rest of Chicago.”
Ah. I huff and lay my head on his chest. “Who cares about them?”
The steady rhythm of his heartbeat under my ear coaxes me into closing my eyes. A moment later, I feel his hand raise to my head, and Riccardo gently strokes my golden hair. I hear him murmur something in Italian under his breath-and it makes me smile.
My heart warms up, and I raise my head and press a quick peck to his lips. Because there aren’t many phrases I know in Italian, but this one is familiar even to me.
Ti amo.
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THE END