Broken Promise by M. James
Sofia
Say yes.
I don’t know what happened.
I was convinced Luca wasn’t coming back. That no one would bother him with the news of the intruder, that I’d be here with Caterina and Ana until Sunday night or Monday rolled around, and Luca would come strolling in only to find out that all hell had broken loose while he was gone.
But that’s not what happened at all.
Instead, he came rushing home. Rushing to me. And the look on his face when he burst through the bedroom door was like nothing I’d ever seen before.
It wasn’t the look of a man who was pissed that someone had broken into his home or threatened his possessions.
It was frantic. Terrified. Lost.
And it hadn’t changed until he’d fallen into bed with me, his mouth devouring mine like a starving man, his hands grasping at me as if he’s not entirely sure that I’m real.
I can’t help but respond to it. My heart is pounding in my chest, the sudden, desperate need to touch and be touched, to know that I’m alive, to feel washing over me in waves that feel as if they might drown me, but I don’t want to come up to the surface.
I want to sink with him.
Luca’s kisses sear my lips, his tongue sliding into my mouth with a possessive hunger that makes me feel electrified as we strip away each other’s clothing. The sight of him shirtless makes my heart race all over again, and I run my hands over him as he slides between my legs. He’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, and I want to touch all of him, every muscular inch.
His fingers slide against the wet folds of my pussy, making me gasp and moan as they slip between, teasing me with the light touch, and I hear him groan, his cock throbbing against my leg.
“I want you,” he whispers, his voice a hoarse growl that sends a bolt of lust through me. I never thought I could make any man sound like that—hungry, desperate—but Luca sounds as if he’s barely holding back, clinging to a shred of control that I could make him lose in an instant.
Just like our wedding night. I remember the way he surged against me, the way that he lost himself for just a few minutes, and I want that again.
Just for a little while, I want to not think about whether we should or shouldn’t.
To not worry about what’s right or wrong.
I just want my husband. Just for tonight.
We can figure the rest out in the morning.
“Yes,” I whisper, my hands running through his thick dark hair, down to the rasp of black stubble on his jaw, my body trembling with desire. “Yes, yes, yes.”
“Oh god.” He groans, kissing me again, his mouth fierce and hard against mine as he presses me down into the mattress, his hands roving hungrily down the curve of my waist and over my hips. “I want to taste you, Sofia, I want to make you come so hard—”
I gasp as Luca’s lips trail to my throat, nipping at the soft flesh there, sucking lightly and then harder as his hand squeezes my breast, his thumb rolling over my nipple. I know he’s leaving a mark on my throat, but I don’t care. It feels so good, sensitizing every part of me as the fingers of his other hand slip inside of me, moving in slow strokes as I grind into his palm.
He keeps going, his mouth trailing down to my collarbone, setting his teeth lightly into my flesh there before continuing down. He kisses between my breasts, licking first one nipple and then another, until I’m squirming under him and arching my hips, wanting more. It feels so good, it all feels so good, but I want to come. I’ve had enough teasing, enough of touching myself and wondering what it would be like for Luca to do it.
“I want you to make me come,” I beg. “Please, Luca, I want to know what it feels like—”
He looks down at me, his eyes glittering darkly. “Right now?” His fingers speed up inside of me, curling as he presses the pad of his thumb against my clit, rolling it underneath as he begins to thrust faster. “Do you want me to make you come right fucking now, Sofia?”
“Yes! Oh god, yes, please—” I half sob the words, writhing in his grip as he fingers me harder, rubbing my clit with his thumb until I feel like I’m going to go mad.
“Then come for me, Sofia.” His voice rolls over me, smooth like silk, thick like smoke, intoxicating like wine. “I want my pussy to come.”
And just like that, I’m thrown back to that night, overcome with pleasure as he teased me to the brink again and again, desperate for it. I think of him fingering me over the couch, of his hot cum on my ass. I hear a sound coming from my lips that I’ve never heard before as the orgasm hits me, my entire body arching off of the bed as I come harder than I ever have in my life, almost screaming with pleasure as I buck against his hand.
He drives his fingers into me hard, his thumb still rubbing my clit, and the waves crash over me until I feel like I can’t breathe, like I might die. I’m still quivering when Luca pulls his fingers out of me and slides down the bed, pushing my thighs open wide so that he can see my fluttering, clenching pussy, my body crying out for more.
“Don’t stop—” I pant, my hips rising off of the bed as Luca runs his hands up my inner thighs.
“Oh, don’t worry,” he promises, his voice dark and deep as he looks up at me, his green eyes glittering. “I won’t.”
And then I feel his mouth.
“Luca!” I almost shriek his name at the pleasure of it, his tongue sliding over my still-pulsing clit, almost too sensitive. His tongue is soft and hot, and I flush pink as I realize how wet I am. He moans as he drags his tongue from my entrance to my clit over and over again, sucking my folds into his mouth as he devours me, kissing my pussy the way he kisses my mouth.
He’s going to make me come again, I know it. I’d heard Ana talk about men who had made her come more than once—they were usually the guys she went on a second date with—but I hadn’t thought it could happen to me. It took long enough for me to make myself come once.
But not Luca. He already has me on edge again, my body quivering as I throw my head back, fingers clawing at the duvet as I grind shamelessly against his face, past caring what he thinks of me. From the way he groans, the sound of it vibrating against my already over-sensitive flesh, it’s turning him on too.
He thrusts two fingers into my soaked channel again, thrusting in hard, firm strokes that make me crave his cock, and I arch against his mouth, whimpering and moaning. “Please fuck me,” I hear myself beg, my thighs splaying wider as I try to push myself over the edge, desperate for it. “Please, Luca, I need—”
That stops him for just a moment, and his eyes roll upwards, looking at me from where his mouth is buried between my thighs. “You want me to fuck you?” He licks me pointedly, letting me watch as he drags his tongue upwards and swirls it around my clit, making me moan helplessly again. “Do you want my cock?”
“Yes, please—”
“Then come one more time for me, and I’ll fuck you hard.”
His tongue flutters over my clit, his lips pressing against my soaked flesh as he sucks it into his mouth, and I feel as if I’m dissolving.
I’m coming apart at the seams, lost in a whirlwind of pleasure that’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. I arch and writhe and moan and scream, the orgasm endless as Luca thrusts his fingers into me again and again, sucking at my clit, driving me into what feels like an endless pulsing orgasm that, when it finally starts to recede, leaves me limp and gasping. I look up at him dizzily, and I know that when this is over, I’m never going to be able to resist again. I’d do anything to feel this.
If I’d known sex could be this good, I’d never have stayed a virgin that long.
But somewhere deep down, I suspect that it’s just Luca. Or worse still—that it’s just him and I. Together.
I realize in a daze that he’s naked, his jeans undone and tossed away, and he kneels between my legs, his cock thick and hard and so close to me. He’s stroking it slowly, his green gaze fixed on my body, raking over me hungrily. “Tell me again, Sofia,” he rasps, his voice almost a growl. “Tell me you want my cock.”
“Yes, please, I want—”
“Say it.” His face is nothing but naked hunger, his entire body rigid with desire. “Tell me.”
I’m past caring what I say. I need him. I need him inside of me.
“I want your cock, Luca, please—please fuck me, oh god please—” The words tumble from my mouth in a rush as I reach up for him, wanting to pull him down to me, and as the last please slips from my lips, Luca groans, his body coming down atop me as his mouth claims mine in a searing kiss.
He thrusts inside of me in one long, hard stroke, his cock filling me completely as he sinks to the hilt, his hips settling atop mine. I feel him shudder, a ripple of pleasure going down his spine, and I run my hands down his back as he kisses me again, unmoving as he savors the taste of my lips.
And then Luca pulls back, his eyes dark with lust as he looks down at me.
“I can’t go slow, Sofia,” he groans, his voice hoarse. “I need—”
“I don’t care.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, dragging him down for another kiss, and he starts to thrust.
Every stroke is hard and fast, and I can feel his need, his hunger, everything that he’s tried to hold back since that night that he pinned me up against his door and kissed me for the first time. And it feels so fucking good. I want more of it, I want all of him, and I arch upwards, pressing my breasts against his muscled chest as I kiss him back, my hips meeting his every thrust, my legs wrapping around his as I cling to him, the pleasure rising up in me too. I want to come again, want to come with him. I hear his groans intensifying, his thrusts harder and harder as he fucks me with the kind of wild abandon that I know now is exactly what I wanted.
“Yes,” I hear myself whispering between kisses. “Yes, oh god, Luca, that feels so good—”
“So fucking good,” he groans, shuddering as he thrusts again. “You’re so fucking tight, oh fuck, Sofia, you were made for me—fuck.” He breaks the kiss, his eyes locked onto mine as he grinds against me. I can feel the head of his cock pressing against a sensitive spot deep inside of me, pushing me to the edge as his hips roll atop mine. “I’m going to come, Sofia, fuck, I can’t—Sofia—”
He groans my name, his mouth slanting over mine as he kisses me so hard that it’s almost painful. I feel myself clenching down around him, shuddering with pleasure as he thrusts once more, forcefully, and then he starts to shudder.
“I’m coming,” he growls, the words ground out between his teeth as he presses his mouth to my shoulder. I feel myself falling over the edge too for the third time, my body spasming around him as I come hard on his cock, tangling my arms and legs around him as he pushes me back against the pillows, and I can feel his cock throbbing inside of me as he erupts, the hot rush of his cum filling me as I moan helplessly, so overcome by pleasure that I couldn’t have stopped it if I tried.
His mouth presses against my shoulder, his hips still moving against me, and I realize that he’s still hard. “I can’t stop,” he mumbles. “Fuck, Sofia. You’re like a goddamn drug, I swear—”
He pulls back slightly, looking at me with dazed eyes. He looks as if he’s never experienced anything like this before. I think of all the women who must have laid in this very bed, who had him inside of them like this, and I feel a fit of burning jealousy that threatens to consume me.
But looking up at Luca’s face, I know without him saying a word that it’s never been like this. Whatever he’s feeling with me, he’s never felt before.
I take his face between my hands, his stubble scratching my palms, and I look up into my husband’s eyes as I wrap my legs around his, my hips moving to meet his slow thrusts.
“Don’t stop.”
