“I told you you’d come hard with my dick inside of you. Next time I’ll aim for another exclamation of God though.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re an idiot.”
Savio shook his head. “Didn’t you learn to respect your husband?”
“What are you going to do? Give me another orgasm?” I asked with a giggle.
“What happened to my blushing choir girl?” he growled.
“You corrupted her.”
“I did, didn’t I?” He nuzzled my throat then lightly nicked my nipple. I gasped as my inner muscles clenched around Savio’s cock.
He exhaled sharply.
“Do you miss her?”
Savio chuckled. “I’m working so hard to fuck her out of you. No, I don’t miss her, Gem.”
He pulled out of me and I winced at the sore sensation that caused. Savio scanned my face then looked down his body. A fine sheen of blood covered his cock.
Heat rose into my cheeks. Yet, at the same time, it felt like a monumental step in my life. Savio pulled me against him. I wondered if this would change things between us, worried that Savio would lose interest now that he’d gotten what he’d wanted for so long but I didn’t allow myself to linger on the thought. Exhaustion quickly claimed my body and I fell asleep.
Sex must have knocked me out because when I woke, it was almost nine. I was alone in bed, but the shower ran in the bathroom. Savio must have worked out already. I slid out of bed, blushing at the stain on the sheets. I rushed into the bathroom, still naked. I hadn’t bothered getting dressed last night. Savio smirked when he opened the shower. “Want to shower with me?”
I slipped in, letting out a sigh as the warm water carried away some of the soreness. Savio touched my waist as he pressed me into the tile wall, his expression even more possessive than usual. His kiss set me aflame within seconds. Savio’s fingers slipped between my legs, stroking me until I panted against him once more. Every caress spoke of his lust for me, so I didn’t protest when he hoisted me up. Wedged between the wall and his strong body, he pressed against me. Stifling a wince at the painful pressure, I clung to him. My body was definitely not in favor of this position. He shifted the angle and my weight drove my body down onto his erection until I dug my nails into his shoulder, trying to slow the descent.
Savio pulled away and scanned my face. His expression tightened. Shaking his head, he slid his hands under my butt and slowly pushed me up so he could pull out of me. He kissed my ear. “Not yet, hm?”
Embarrassment heated my face. “You can continue…”
“I can, but I won’t. If you don’t like something, you have to tell me. I’m not a mind reader, Kitty. You just say no and then we’ll postpone whatever we’ve been up to. There’s a good kind of pain and a bad kind of pain, and this is the latter.”
He set me down then brushed my wet hair from my face. “I want you to enjoy everything.”
“Okay.” In our circles, women learned to please their husbands. Men were supposed to enjoy it first, and if the woman enjoyed it occasionally as well, that was an added bonus but not a requirement.
Savio got down on his knee, startling me. “Let me see if I hurt you.” He lifted one of my legs and parted me.
“You didn’t—” I moaned when he slid his tongue along my sore flesh.
“Does this hurt?”
I shook my head.
He sucked lightly. “And this?”
“No.”
He kissed, sucked, and nibbled until I couldn’t reply anymore and only the wall at my back and my thigh on Savio’s shoulder kept me upright. I came with a violent shudder. Savio pushed to his feet for a fierce kiss, giving me a taste of myself. “I’d like to try again,” I whispered.
Savio turned off the shower and pulled me out. He wrapped a towel around me then smiled at my confusion. “We’ll try again, Gem. I want you too much to pass up the chance to sink myself into your pussy again, but not up against the shower.” He gripped my hips and hoisted me up on the vanity counter. “Like this. That way your weight won’t bear down, and we can go slow.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing our naked bodies flush together. This time, when Savio pushed in, the pain was only a dull stretching sensation. Soon I rocked my hips against him, losing myself in the sensations.
Savio went ahead to the kitchen while I took another quick shower after he’d come inside of me again. When I entered the kitchen ten minutes later, most of the Falcone clan was there. Only Nino and Alessio were missing. Savio stood beside Kiara who was making pancakes, probably stealing half of the sweet rounds before they hit the plate.
I blushed immediately when everyone looked at me, sure they could see what Savio and I had done. Remo raised an eyebrow at Savio, who only smiled in that cocky way. My cheeks throbbed fiercely as I mumbled a quick good morning and hurried to Savio’s side. He wrapped an arm around my waist then pressed a kiss to my throat.
“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”
I cringed. “What did you tell them?”
“Nothing.”
I tossed him a glare. “Is that why they’re looking at me like that?”
“They gathered things themselves. I neither confirmed nor denied their assumptions, but your reaction and blush when you came into the kitchen was all the proof they needed.”
“Oh no,” I said miserably. “I can’t ever face them again.”
Amusement shone in Savio’s eyes. He wasn’t wired to feel embarrassment and I wished I were the same way. “Come on, Gem. They knew we were going to fuck at some point.”
“Don’t use that word,” I pressed out, slanting a worried look at Kiara who pretended to be busy with the pancakes.
“That we did the nasty then.”
Kiara’s mouth twitched.
I wanted the ground to swallow me. Shoving Savio, I muttered. “You’re impossible.”
He chuckled, kissing my ear. “That’s what you love about me, admit it.”
Done. The word was only a thought, yet I might as well have said it. I tensed and Savio, too. He pulled back, suddenly not playful.
“While your awkward attempt at young love is a sickeningly entertaining sight to behold, you’re distracting Kiara from making me breakfast, so how about you get a fucking grip?” Remo said from his spot at the kitchen table. Nevio giggled. Serafina gave both her men a stern look, which had no effect.
Savio drew back from me and gave his brother the finger. “I’ve had to watch your display of twisted affection with Fina for years now, so how about you get a fucking grip?”
I moved to Kiara’s side, glad to have my back on the spectacle. She gave me a soft smile. “Don’t mind them. It’s their way to show their love for each other.”
I nodded. It wasn’t Remo’s words that had me flustered, however, but my almost love declaration, which had given Savio a look of near-panic. “Do you need my help?”
As if she could sense my need to do something to distract myself, Kiara handed me the spatula. “Maybe you could take over for a while then I can make sure that Massimo doesn’t eat his crayons.” With a grateful smile, I took her spot at the stove while she went over to her younger son in his highchair.
Eventually, Savio wrapped his arm around my waist from behind. I peered up at his face. The playful smile was back, but I remembered his previous seriousness. Why had he reacted that way? Was he worried I’d expect him to say it back if I told him I loved him? Of course, I did, but only if he did, indeed, love me.
He snatched up another pancake from the pan, miraculously without burning his fingers. I tried to hit him with the spatula but clanged it against the counter when he jerked his hand back. “I’m always a step ahead of you, Kitty.”
Only when it came to the physical side. When it came to the emotional part of our relationship, I was definitely a step ahead, and had always been.
I wasn’t sure why I’d freaked in the kitchen. The three words had crossed my mind before, but a declaration in front of my family definitely wasn’t going to happen.
Gemma hadn’t uttered the words yet either, nor had she tried to urge them out of me, for which I was entirely grateful. It just didn’t feel right yet… or maybe I was a fucking coward.
At least, our sex life was slowly picking up its pace. I still had to go slow, but I didn’t mind. The only thing that bothered me was that Gemma’s mouth stayed clear of my dick. She hadn’t once attempted anything in the four times we’d had sex.
Deciding to push her a tiny bit, I wrapped my arms around her from behind during our fight training.
“How about a little wager? If you win, I’ll go down on you and if I win, you go down on me?”
“That sounds like you’re winning either way,” she muttered.
I laughed, stunned by her words. “You think me going down on you is me winning?”
Her cheeks heated and she focused back down on wrapping her hand. I chuckled and tightened my hold around her waist. “You are right. Your pussy is the most delicious treat I’ve ever had.”
A small shiver took hold of her body. “You know as well as I do that I can’t win against you.”
“Then how about you win if you land a direct hit to my face and I win if I have you on the ground?”