Alessio’s gaze struck me. First with confusion, then with realization. He groaned and his cock twitched slightly. “Fuck.” He swallowed with difficulty. “Do you want to see how my cock gives you what your pussy needs?” I nodded because my mouth had gone dry. He grabbed a pillow and pushed it under my, relieving me so that I could see myself. He too lowered his gaze and guided his thick tip to my lips. He rubbed it up and down slowly, his breath deepening as mine did. It was such a strange sight. Alessio’s strong hand on his long shaft glistened with my lust as he rubbed himself on me. I was getting closer again, the knot inside me trying to untie.
Alessio brought his tip to my opening and pushed a little. I gritted my teeth at the intrusion, even as my body begged for more. Watching me, Alessio licked his thumb and pressed it to my clit, beginning to draw small circles as he began to thrust into me with shallow, gentle thrusts. There was a small scar on his thumb caressing me. He twisted and turned his finger, pulling that knot inside my core. My gaze dropped lower to the point where Alessio’s cock sank into my pussy. By now he was halfway in and pushing deeper with each new thrust until he finally filled me completely. Without thinking, I grasped his firmness, feeling it flex with each thrust. The sensation and sight of this primal act, of Alessio’s pelvis pressing against mine, his hips separating me for him, his taut abs, and the sour lust on his gorgeous face made my knot jump to shreds.
I cried out as the pleasure radiated through me with a force that made me clench so hard that Alessio exhaled abruptly from the grip of my pussy on him. He slammed harder against me as I sank my nails into his butt, lifting my hips almost frantically to meet his thrusts. Alessio grabbed my hips in a bruising grip, pulling me faster against him until the slaps of our bodies and his grunts filled the room as he pounded me. Pain pervaded me, fighting with the low hum of pleasure. Alessio fell forward, leaning on one elbow. He grabbed my leg, pushed it up, and thrust harder. I gasped, then groaned. His eyes burned into me as he gasped for breath. Her movements became uncoordinated, her eyes wild. I clung desperately to his back, overwhelmed by the sensations of pain and pleasure, the feeling of his heavy weight pressing me down on the bed, the smell of our sweat mixed with sex. “Who is fucking you?”
I gasped, confused by his question. “Who?” he growled, accentuating the word with a strong thrust that hit a delicious spot deep inside me. My eyes almost rolled back at the sensation. “You,” I said. “You, Alessio.” “Yes.” He pushed harder, and then stiffened with a sharp exhalation. I too froze from the feeling of total fullness, not knowing if I would collapse or have another orgasm. I felt his release inside me and moaned. It felt so good. Alessio kissed my mouth, then my throat, panting. “Yes, you are mine, honey. Your body, but especially that beautiful head.” He kissed me on the temple, then rolled off me and onto my back.
I tried to catch my breath and make sense of his words. Tilting my head to the side, I looked at him. His body glistened with sweat, and the hairs on his strong thighs were smeared with sweat and releases. He looked up at the ceiling, his chest swollen.
We were no longer touching and slowly a wall went up: we became strangers again. I touched my abdomen, savoring the glow of his presence. “Did I go too hard? It was not my intention to take you like this shortly after your first night.” I looked at him. The hint of concern in his gruff voice warmed my heart in a way I could not explain. “No. I’m fine.” I smiled. “I really enjoyed it.” Alessio let out a short laugh. “I could tell.” He shook his head as if it were impossible. He shifted to his side and ran his palm down my side, then ran his thumb over my nipple. “Why would such a beautiful girl want to have a cruel old man?” He had said it sarcastically, but I had caught the underlying truth.
I huffed. “You are not an old man.” I did not mention his cruelty. I didn’t know him well enough to bear witness to that. “And you are hot.” He chuckled, his eyes fixed on my face. Slowly the smile disappeared and he pushed his hand away. I didn’t want us to become strangers again. Why could strangers be close during sex, feel connected, even cared for, when there was nothing between them immediately afterward? I wanted that feeling of connection all the time. I turned, closer to Alessio and pressed my palm to his chest, then slowly let it slide lower, down his ripped belly, following the trail of hair down to his pelvis until my fingertips grazed his base. Alessio let out a soft moan that could have been on the verge of laughter. “I don’t have the manhood of a teenager, Gianna.”
I looked up. His expression contradicted his words, as did his half-erect cock. “You look pretty manly to me,” I said jokingly. That barrier he had begun to build between us only seconds earlier, I could feel it crumbling again. Encouraged, I touched him. His stomach dug in with a deep breath, those delicious abs became more prominent. He looked at me, one arm behind his head, with an expression as if he couldn’t make sense of me. I stood up and straddled his thigh, delirious at the way he admired my body. His strong, hairy thigh pressed toward my still sensitive center, and I leaned against him, biting my lip at the sensation.
Alessio shook his head slowly, in disbelief, but the look in his eyes spurred me on. I bent my fingers around his base, feeling him fill with blood under my touch. Alessio didn’t want to relinquish control, but I wanted him to, wanted to see him let go and hand him over to me, at least for a moment. I bent down and took his tip in my mouth. He hissed through his teeth and touched the back of my neck as his fingers raked through my hair. As with everything else, I had done my research on this subject. The Internet offered endless possibilities for the curious mind. I dug my cheeks in as I sucked him lightly, trying to accommodate his girth in my mouth as my hand worked his base. He was even more confused than the practiced moves, but he got the desired results. Alessio gasped, his hips shifted, his fingers flexing against my scalp. I looked up and found him watching, his expression gloriously unguarded. Yes.
Something moved. His fingers tightened in my hair, not pulling it but drawing it closer as he guided my head downward. His hips lifted. He was regaining control. I gave in to his pumps, taking all he asked, his hand steady on my head. He did not go deep, never hitting my throat, perfectly controlled. With each upward thrust, I leaned against his thigh, seeking my satisfaction. I wasn’t sure why I wasn’t uncomfortable. There was no room for it. I was too excited, too drunk on Alessio’s hungry expression. “Stop,” he growled. He grabbed me by the hips and lifted me on top of him. I had no time to orient myself that he pulled me down on his length.
If I thought that sitting on top of Alessio would allow me to control myself, I was sorely mistaken. Alessio played me like a master controlling his puppet. His hands gripped my hips, holding me tight as he slammed into me from below, forcing me to take whatever he gave me. Each lunge struck deeper than before, pushing a spot I never knew existed. I gave up my struggle for control, surrendering to Alessio’s demands. Today he would understand. There was still tomorrow.
Alessio
I stayed awake long after Gianna had fallen asleep, curled up on her side, facing me. This time she had accepted it quietly when I had pulled back after sex to sleep. I could still feel her warmth, smell her sweet perfume, sense her closeness, and for a moment I thought about pulling her to me. Instead, I looked into the darkness. Gianna surprised me again today in more ways than one. She was stubborn and kind. She stood up for herself without being bitchy.
And the sex… This had caught me completely off guard. I expected her to avoid the physical aspect of our marriage for as long as possible, until I finally approached her because my desire could no longer be repressed. I didn’t want to cheat, and I wasn’t going to. The clusterfuck with Gaia… She had ruined everything. I didn’t want something like that to happen again, and it wasn’t going to happen. I wouldn’t allow it. I didn’t know Gianna, and she didn’t know me, but we worked well together in bed. When she finally came for the first time, it was the sweetest triumph I could imagine.
Eating her sweet pussy was wonderful and rewarding in its own way. Gaia didn’t want me to do it to her, so I hadn’t. Gianna was the first woman I had fallen in love with in almost a decade, and I promised myself I would eat her every damn night if she would let me. In the short time of our marriage, I was already feeling younger. In these last months I had felt old beyond my years, exhausted and wary. This euphoria of the beginning, however, would fade. It was an illusion I could not cultivate. As if to remind me of this irrefutable fact, Simona’s cry echoed through the baby monitor, shattering any hope of falling asleep soon. Gianna moved beside me, a soft moan escaped from those sweet lips. I turned on the lights and sat up. Another sleepless night. Gianna blinked against the brightness, visibly disoriented. “What’s going on?”
“Simona wants the bottle.” Gianna nodded slowly and slid off the bed. I got up, too. “You can sleep. I can do it. I know you have to work tomorrow.” I paused, watching her slide out of our bedroom. After a moment, I followed. Gianna had no experience with children, as had transpired last night. I wasn’t sure she could handle Simona. Especially at night, my daughter was demanding and her cries absolutely unnerving. Did Gianna have the calmness to handle her? I didn’t think she had ever hurt my children, she didn’t seem the type, but she was young. Feeling overwhelmed could be dangerous.
Simona’s screams did not cease, but diminished in intensity. I stood in the doorway of her room, stunned by what I saw. Gianna had bought some kind of baby band that allowed her to carry Simona against her chest, and at that moment she was trying to close it in her back. It was obviously the first time she had ever tried to do this. I got close to her and helped her. I had never seen anything like that, so it took a couple of tries to close it. “Thank you,” Gianna said. “I bought it today. The saleswoman told me it helps calm children, so I thought I’d try it. It allows the baby to feel connected to the mother…” He trailed off.
Simona looked up at me, resting her head on Gianna’s chest. “Let’s get you something to eat, shall we?” Gianna said in a low voice and stroked Simona’s head. Then she smiled at me. “You can go back to sleep. My hands are free to prepare the bottle. See?” She raised her hands. I nodded slowly. Gianna rested her palm against Simona’s butt and headed down the hallway, talking quietly to my daughter, whose cries became less frequent. I continued to follow them downstairs. The dog followed us trotting into the kitchen and sat beside Gianna as she began to prepare the bottle. She swayed gently from side to side, humming, which seemed to have a calming effect on Simona, although she still whimpered from time to time.
Gianna cast a glance over her shoulder at me. “You still don’t trust me to handle it, right?” She didn’t sound angry, just resigned. “It’s not a matter of trust.” But it was. I had never been very trusting, and now my ability to do so was almost completely used up. Gianna’s smile was sad. “It’s all right. They are your whole world. You want to protect them.” She tested the temperature of the milk, then opened a strap of the sling so that she could give the bottle to Simona, who immediately attached herself to it. “I will do my best to take care of them.” I believed her.
Together, we went back upstairs. I noticed the open door of Gaia’s old bedroom. Gianna followed my gaze. “Simona and I are fine, really.” I headed toward the bedroom. As expected, Daniel lay curled up on the covers of the bed in new pajamas with Superman marks all over them. My heart felt heavy seeing his small form. Every time I looked at this bed, all I saw was blood, but he sought comfort here. I took him in my arms. He snuggled against my warmth and I held him tighter. I wished he would have allowed himself this closeness even when he was awake, as he did in the past. I carried him to bed before going to Simona’s nursery again. Gianna sat in the rocking chair and fed Simona.
Her expression became stern when she saw me in the doorway. “Go to bed, Alessio. I mean it. I can do it.” I slowly withdrew and went to bed. It wasn’t long before I fell asleep. I woke up only briefly when Gianna came back to bed later, but I wasn’t sure what time it was. She lay down so close to me that I could feel her warmth, but I didn’t care. I was already drifting off again when her fingertips lightly brushed my hand.