Becoming His Wife by Hayley Faiman
Chapter Twelve
TIZIANO
Fuck.
Me.
She is sinful, my new wife. Completely and totally sinful—perfect in every fucking way. Picking her up, I stand and turn around before laying her down on her back in the center of the bed, crawling between her legs, I let out a groan at the sight of her bare pink center.
“Perfect,” I rasp.
She tries to close her legs, but I lift my hands, placing my palms between her thighs and don’t allow her to hide herself from me. I’ve waited a lifetime for this moment, to have a woman as my own and to possess every single part of her. To be the first to take her. To make her mine—to keep her for life.
“Tiziano,” she breathes.
I like that she calls me by my entire name. She doesn’t shorten it or try to add a cute nickname. She’s sweet as sugar, which is why she’s my zuccherino, but I doubt she sees me that way… yet. I’m not sure that she ever will.
Shifting closer, I move so that I can inhale her scent. She tries to close her legs again, my grip tightens against her thighs and I hold her open before I bury my face in her pussy. I hear her loud gasp bounce off the walls of the empty room.
Biting back the chuckle, I swirl my tongue around her clit. She whimpers as I shift one of my hands from her thigh and slip a finger inside of her. She moans, her hips jerking and moving with my real rhythm. Her timid movements are sexy. She is doing what feels good and she’s unsure, but she’ll find herself soon.
I’m patient.
Curling my finger inside of her, I look up at her through my lashes as I continue to swirl, flick, and lick her clit with my tongue. Her head is thrown back and she moves it from side to side as she grips the bedding beside her hips.
It’s beautiful.
She’sbeautiful.
I knew it before I agreed and it’s solidified right in this moment—I do not deserve her.
I continue to watch her, looking for cues and reactions. I’m not sure she knows what she likes, so asking her would probably be too embarrassing at this point. Instead, I pay close attention to her body, to her face, to her breath. She shows me everything and it’s stunning.
Her body climbs closer toward the edge, and instead of pulling back, I push harder. I give her more, to nudge her over the edge. She needs to feel that sensation, that explosion inside of her.
The moment it happens, not only do I feel her cunt clamp down around my finger and her taste floods my tongue, but she cries out, lifting her head and her wide eyes find mine. She almost looks scared.
Her hips move, riding out her release against my tongue until it becomes sensitive and she tries to close her legs again. Again, I don’t let her.
Crawling between her legs, I brace my hands on either side of her shoulders and look into her eyes. Her lids are lowered and she’s still attempting to catch her breath.
“Tiziano,” she whispers.
I grunt, wishing that I was already completely naked so that I could slip inside of her, take her, and make her mine. My cock feels like it could pound nails, I’m so goddamn hard, aching and ready.
Her trembling palms press against my chest before she slides her hands up and wraps her hands around the back of my neck. Lowering my head, I touch my lips to hers, sliding my tongue inside of her and tasting her sweet mouth.
I feel her body relax beneath me, beneath my kisses. Her hands fall down my shoulders, sliding down my chest again and she timidly explores my torso. She doesn’t dip down any farther than my belly button, it’s sweet, just like her.
Breaking the kiss, I slowly move my lips down her neck, then to the center of her chest where her skin is exposed. As much as I want to slam inside of her and take her right here and now, I also want to finish unwrapping my gift.
Shifting to my knees, I lift my head and look at her. Reaching for the tie around her back, I pluck the string and release the top of her teddy. Slowly, I pull the fabric down and expose her breasts for my eyes, breasts that have only been seen by my eyes.
She looks up at me, her cheeks tinted pink as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. Grinning, I watch her for a long moment, taking in the pink in her cheeks as it slides down her throat. Her chest rises and falls, her tits on display.
Lowering my head, I decide that I can go no farther until I’ve tasted her. Sucking her nipple into my mouth, I swirl my tongue and taste her flesh there. Her surprised gasp fills the air, another sweet sound from my inexperienced wife.
Kissing over to her other nipple, I make sure to pay adequate attention to that one as well, my finger pinching and tugging on the one that is slippery and wet from my saliva. Her fingers immediately slide through my hair and she holds me against her, obviously liking the way I play with her.
Releasing her breast, I kiss my way back up to her mouth, my lips touching hers, my tongue sliding inside of her and tasting her again. She lifts her hips, searching, and hopefully needing more the same way that I do.
Nibbling on her bottom lip, I look down into her eyes in a silent question. She nods her head, understanding me, or at least I hope that she does. Sitting up again, I remove the remainder of my clothes until I’m completely naked.
Wrapping my hand around my length, I stroke myself a couple of times, my gaze connected to hers. I watch as her cheeks turn bright pink and her eyes widen at the sight of my cock. She’s definitely an ego boost, if nothing else, I think to myself.
Sliding her teddy down her legs, I expose her entire bare body. Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.
Slipping two fingers inside of her, I gather her wetness and bring my fingers to my cock, coating myself before I lower myself. Placing my elbows on either side of her head, I align my cock to her center and keep my eyes on hers as I ease myself inside of her.
Maci gasps, her eyes widening again before they water. Closing my eyes, I can’t stand to see her cry because of the physical pain I’ve brought her. Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to hers as I thrust forward and bury myself inside of her, swallowing her cry of pain.
MACI
It hurts.
I knew that it was going to, but I didn’t expect it to really hurt the way that it does. Once Tiziano is completely inside of me, he stills. My eyes are pinched closed, tears falling down the side of my temples and onto the pillow beneath my head.
His lips are touching mine, then I feel his tongue slide over them, forcing my mouth to open for him. My lips part and I take him inside of me. He envelops me, owns me, consumes me completely.
Arching my back, I can’t stop my hips from moving. I need more. I need everything and I don’t even know what that means. He grunts into my mouth before his hips move, then he pulls almost completely out of me before he slides back inside.
His motions are smooth, he sets a rhythm that drives me insane instantly. I don’t know what I want, what I need, but I do know that this is not enough. Lifting my hands, I release my tight grip on the bedding and wrap my fingers around his hips, holding on to him. He lifts his head, breaking our kiss.
Tiziano grins, his green eyes focused on mine and not moving. He dips his chin a little more, his hips moving a little faster with each stroke. I lift my hips, unsure if I’m doing any of this right, but feeling like I need to move.
“Fuck,” he rasps, his voice soft and husky. “You feel fucking amazing.”
His words cause my chest to inflate. I want him to think I’m amazing, I want him to fall for me—I want him to want me. He continues to keep his eyes connected to mine as he moves faster, his hips thrusting and slamming against me harder with each stroke.
I watch as his jaw clenches, his nostrils flare and he lets out a groan. He shakes his head a couple of times, pinching his eyes closed as I continue to lift my hips, meeting him with each stroke.
Then he dips his chin and buries his face in my neck. I can feel his warm breaths as he continues to thrust, his rhythm broken and erratic. Digging my nails into his hips, I hold on as he pounds into me harder and harder until he stills and lets out a long moan.
His weight is heavy as he presses against me, but I find that I don’t mind it at all. His breathing is labored and after a few moments, he lifts his head and looks down into my eyes.
“I didn’t get you there again,” he murmurs before he touches my mouth. When he lifts his head, his eyes search mine. “I’ll make sure you come again before the night is through.”
“Again?” I ask, my eyes widening.
He grins, dipping his chin and nipping my bottom lip. “Again, zuccherino. But first, a warm bath? We had a long day.”
Nodding my head, I can’t help but smile. “We did, didn’t we?”
He chuckles. “A long two weeks,” he murmurs as he lifts his hand and slides his thumb across my bottom lip. “Now we’re all good, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I whisper.
I don’t know if we are or what that means, but I feel good. My nerves are gone and, in this moment, with him lying on top of me, inside of me, I feel at ease. I feel safe. I’m not sure how long the sensation will last, but I’m holding on to it as hard as I can.
He slips from the bed and I gasp as he pulls out of me. I didn’t realize how it felt to have him inside, then not. At first it felt like an invasion, but as soon as he began to move, I actually enjoyed it.
The feeling of him stretching me, moving inside of me, the warmth, it was so many sensations tingling and it was all amazing. But the loss of him, the emptiness, the ache, I don’t like that feeling at all. I can see why people want sex so much, the connection is something indescribable.
Tiziano reaches for me. He doesn’t allow me to climb out of bed or stand on my own. Instead, he scoops me up into his arms and carries me into the bathroom. He sets me down on the edge of the counter and wordlessly turns to the bathtub.
Turning on the water, I watch as he takes some soaps that are at the side and pours them into the water. Bubbles begin to form and I grin. A bubble bath. I can’t remember the last time I had one, then again, I’m not sure that I ever have.
When he reaches in the tub and tests the water, he turns to me, picking me up off the counter and sets me down in the water. His lips brush my cheek before he whispers that he’ll be right back.
Closing my eyes, I lean back and let the warm water ease my tight muscles. The future is limitless and I’ve decided that I’m going to test that theory. I’m going to make this man fall in love with me. I’m going to give him the life that he wants and in return, I’m going to carve out the stability and life that I crave.
Time. All I need is time.
