Angel’s Trumpet by Sem Thornwood

“Aren’t you bored in that house?” I asked as I put the lasagna into the oven. Since Bella was too stubborn to accept my invitation for tonight, I called her while preparing dinner.

She sighed on the other side. “Not everybody is crazy as you. I enjoy lazy time very much. Plus, we meet for coffee and shopping.”

“And do you meet anybody else?” I added before she could answer, “Alessio doesn’t count.”

She grunted. “Well, I sometimes meet with the girls from my charity. They are nice.”

I didn’t doubt that, but they were outsiders, so she had no chance of getting very close with them. I also didn’t have any friends besides Bella. I had some friends at school, but I always kept my distance. Mob life was lonely.

“Want to have lunch tomorrow? My classes end early.”

She thought for a second. “Yeah, that would be nice. I heard we had a lot to catch up on.”

“Like what?”

“You moving back into the master bedroom.”

I rolled my eyes even though she couldn’t see it. “Verona.” She was beaming up when guards helped me carry my stuff back into Sal’s bedroom. Well, I guessed it was our bedroom.

I didn’t want to discuss this topic with Bella, so I acted like it was not important, but actually, it was a big deal. I was very happy too. I told Sal I was going to move back when this felt like a real marriage, and even though we haven’t slept together yet, it did feel real.

Fortunately, he didn’t make me regret my decision. After I moved back, he held me in his arms every night. He was still not too eager to touch me but was willing to give me this little thing which I was grateful.

After I ended my call with Bella, I realized I was in desperate need of a shower. Because I visited Antonio, I came home a little later than I thought and started making lasagna right away. All the busyness of the day was on me. Since I send Maria off, I had to ask someone else to look after the lasagna. First, I considered asking Mateo, but after what he did, there was still some tension between us, and I avoided being alone with him like crazy unless it was necessary. And it was usually necessary.

I found Valerio in the living room. “Hey, can you put your toxic masculinity aside a little bit and check the lasagna while I took a shower?”

His brows came together. “Cooking won't hurt my masculinity.”

Well, it wouldn’t, but he was a little shit when it came to these things. “And me braiding your hair would.” I mean, if he didn’t want me to do it, he should have just got short hair.

“Braids are for girls.”

“Well, usually people who think that would consider cooking as a girl thing too.”

He shrugged. “Antonio cooks.”

A smile broke on my face. Of course. He was too much of an Antonio fan. Whatever he did must be right for him. “Let me give you a secret then. Antonio lets me braid his hair.” At least he did when we lived together.

His face filled with doubt. “I don’t believe you.”

“Will you still check the lasagna?”

He rolled his eyes. “I will.”

I send him an air kiss. “Thank you, Larry.”

As I stepped out of the living room, I heard him shouting, “Don’t call me that!” Oh, that must be from his big brother. He hated when I called him Sally too. That thought put a silly smile on my face and, for some reason, didn’t left even when I stepped into the shower.

Hot water poured down on me, and I felt every bone and muscle on my body relaxing. These last days have been a bliss, but there was still something missing. Sal held me at night, but he still seemed to be in pain every time we were too close. I wished that it could change. I wished for his fingers to slide from my hair to my shoulder one night and slip under the strap of my nightgown. I wanted him to remove it slowly while holding my gaze, bearing me naked in front of him.

A chill went down on my body with the thought, and I knew I could not stop. Sharing a room with someone meant the shower was the only place you could masturbate. Sal was taking long showers too. I closed my eyes and pressed my back to the tiled wall imagining what Sal was doing in the shower.

My hand went between my legs to touch my throbbing clit. I imagined Sal was here with me and it was his hand. His huge form towering in front of me, his eyes filling with hunger for me. He stroked me with his big hands, slowly at first but then faster. His green eyes looking at me the whole time.

I have never seen him fully naked, but I felt his erection when we kissed, and every morning I woke up tangled in his arms. I imagined him stark naked in front of me, his length between us.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered to my ear, making me shiver because his eyes said the same. Then he easily grabbed me by the back of my thighs. Water was spraying on us as he slammed me against the wall, kissing me deeply. His cock nudged my opening, making me moan. Oh, how I wanted to be filled by him. Then he lowered me on his length with a growl escaping his lips. I screamed at his hard thrust, but he wrapped one of his hands around my throat to silence me.

One finger slipped inside of me as I imagined something so much bigger. I imagined Sal fucking me hard, not holding back. “Take it like a good girl Mia,” he whispered into my ear, and my thumb moved faster. I was close, too close.

Then the door opened.

I froze my hand between my legs and one of my fingers still inside of me. My eyes slowly opened, and I found Sal in front of me. He, too, was frozen like me. We both were not used to sharing a bathroom. In the end, that was meant to happen, but it still didn’t make me feel less embarrassed.

I quickly got a grip on myself and removed my hand between my legs. My shoulders rounded to hide my breasts even though I didn’t feel uncomfortable being naked in front of Sal. He already touched me, and after the things I have imagined just seconds before, him seeing me naked only fueled my lust.

“Sorry, I forgot to lock,” I murmured because he was still frozen in place.

He didn’t answer but rather looked at me from head to toe. He looked at me with the same hunger I imagined. I couldn’t move. I wanted him to look at me.

A low sound came from his throat. “What were you doing?” he rasped.

“Taking a shower?”

“No,” he said simply and then leaned to the washbasin, still looking at me. “Keep doing it.”

My forehead wrinkled. “What?”

“Keep. Doing. It.”

I was not going to argue with that tone. Also, his presence and his expression made me even more aroused. So, I again leaned back against the wall and brought my hand between my legs. This time I didn’t close my eyes because what I wanted to see was right in front of me. I held his gaze and started rubbing my fingers between my folds. I was wetter than I have ever been.

A primal sound came from Sal as he watched me. His gaze dropped to my hand working my clit, and within few seconds, his hand came to the bulge growing inside his pants. He rubbed it over his pants, and I moaned at the sight. I loved seeing what I did to him.

“Take it out,” I begged, my eyes fixed on his crouch. “Please.”

He bit his lip to suppress some other sound from coming up, but oh god, he didn’t need to. Those sounds were better than anything I have heard in any porn movie.

And then he really took out his dick. He quickly worked his button and zipper. Then he took out his huge cock. Oh, it was even more perfect than I imagined it. I started rubbing faster, and my head hit the tiled wall as I moaned with pleasure.

Sal licked his palm and started pumping his length. There were still a few feet between us, but I could feel him all over me. We both watched each other with hunger as the bathroom filled with my moans and Sal’s grunts.

When his hand started pumping faster, he commanded, “Put a finger inside you.”

I did as I was told and saw his dick twitch.

“Are you wet?” he asked.

Oh, his talking made it even better. I nodded, so filled with pleasure. “So wet and so tight.” I wanted him to fill it, stretch it.

After watching me thrust my finger inside of me for a few more seconds, he pushed from the washbasin like he couldn’t take it anymore. For a second, I thought he was going to really fuck me here, but he didn’t. He didn’t even touch me. He just pressed a hand next to my head into the wall and watched me closely. My eyes went crazy between watching his face and watching his cock.

“What were you thinking?” he asked.

“What?”

“Your eyes were closed,” he explained. At this point, both of our breaths were too fast. “What were you imagining?”

I didn’t even consider lying; I was too consumed by him. I just wanted to come. “You. I was thinking of you.”

He made a satisfied noise and pumped himself faster. I was also getting close.

“I was imagining your fingers stroking me, and then you filling me.” I threw my head back; I was again too close. Real him and my previous vision were too much together. “You were fucking me right here.” My hand went faster. “You were fucking me… so… good… ahhh.” I came shaking and barely staying up on my legs.

My eyes were half-lidded, but I still heard Sal rasping “Fuck,” and then throwing his head back as he came too.

I felt his warm cum on my stomach for a second as I was riding out my orgasm, and even though it was washed by the water too quickly, it still made me shiver. It was the most intense thing I have experienced. Sal touched me on our wedding night. Maybe that was supposed to be more intense than this, but then only I came. Now coming together as we stood too close without touching felt even more personal.

Our breaths stayed uneven for a long time. When I manage to look Sal in the eye, I found him already watching me. My heart went crazy. I wanted him to kiss me to hold me, and carry me into the bedroom to finally have sex with me, but he didn’t do any of those things.

He reached for my hand that was still between my legs and brought it to his lips. He licked every finger coated with my juices. He didn’t look at me while doing it, but his satisfied groans were enough to make me go weak. I was too wet. He was very well endowed, but at this stage, I guessed that he would probably just slide right in.

After he was done with licking my fingers, he pressed a kiss to my knuckles and let my hand go. I wanted to reach him to touch him, but he was fast to step back. He quickly tugged himself inside of his pants. He looked at his shirt, and I realized his clothes were wet because of the shower. He turned to the door and hardly met my eyes as he said, “I should change.” And then he left.

He left just like that leaving a satisfied but frustrated me behind.

 

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

I was truly stupid and thoroughly fucked.

I promised myself to not give in to the temptation, and all it took was her naked body. Actually, it was her naked body and the fact that she was touching herself, but still, I lost control. I didn’t touch her, which was good, but still, it didn’t stop the mental image of her lean legs wrapped around my waist.

The worst part was how she looked at me. She looked at me with such hunger that she made me sure she didn’t see the situation clearly. She had no idea how horrible it would be if I gave in to the temptation. It seemed like she wanted me as much as I wanted her, but she was not sick like me.

I pulled my hair in frustration. Fuck me. Why didn’t I just turn around left?

And what did I even plan for the long run? Was I never going to touch my wife? She was young and beautiful and had needs. How long could she go like this? She was just going to give up at one point and then find a new lover for herself.

My hands formed fists at the thought of another man touching Mia. She was mine, but how could I claim her when I could not even satisfy her? Maybe I could just make her come with my fingers like I did at our wedding night, but that still might not be enough, and it was also not very good for my restrains.

How could I get better for her? How could I become someone she deserved?

There was no way I could bed her. She was thinking it was going to be good, but it wouldn't be with me. Women I have been with before always seemed to be into it, but I never cared enough to check if they were faking it or not. Also, Mia was not like them. She was fragile and pure, and if I touched her, she was going to break.

I could not let that happen. I could also not tell her why because then she would ask questions. She was not happy with me, and she was probably very confused, but that was better than her disgust.

I kept reminding myself that in the next few days. She acted distantly, but her eyes held mine with a deep longing almost every time we locked gazes. She let me hold her at night, and every night I had to remind myself why it was an awful idea to have sex with her. We didn’t talk about it, and I realized she never even tried to talk about it. At first, it was a relief, but then I realized how weird it was. She was always demanding about our relationship before. Now she didn’t even try.

I realized that Mia actually gave up on us. And even though I caused this knowingly, it still hurt everywhere.