places his long dick over my belly, showing me just how deep inside me he can reach. I gasp at the sight.
He doesn't seem intent on pleasure-pain tonight. Instead, he's gentle, loving in a way that makes my head spin and my heart race. He gently slides inside me, allowing me some time to adjust to his girth. He stretches me around his cock while I moan his name, already so very desperate for the release he keeps dangling in front of me, then pulling away.
"Please," I find myself begging. "I'm going to die if we don't come together..."
"You're not going to die…" He grins wickedly. "Although it might feel close to that..." His fingers join his cock between my legs.
While he thrusts inside me, his fingers massage my clit and make me moan his name louder and louder. I can only hope no one can hear us otherwise, I'll be in for a world of embarrassment tomorrow. Right now, I couldn't care less. All that matters is that we're together. Adrian is touching me, fine-tuning my body to fit his needs and his needs alone.
I may have been a kept captive when I first came here, but now I'm anything but that. I want this, want him and I do not intend on holding back my desires any longer.
As he thrusts inside me and his fingers keep working away, I dig my fingernails into his back. Our eyes meet.
"I can't take it anymore," I whisper. "I need you to come inside me...Together."
"Not yet," he grunts, picking up his rhythm.
This goes on until I'm a needy mess so eager for a release my fingers have clawed his back. "Please, Adrian!" I'm losing patience and the edge of my orgasm is tipping me closer and closer to the edge. But if I fall now, Adrian is sure to punish me... And it feels a thousand times better to come with his permission. "I can't take it anymore, stop torturing me, give me what I want, please..."
"What do you want?" He pushes his cock deep inside me. "Tell me what you want, my bambina, so I can give it to you..."
"Don't stop," I whisper. "Please don't stop, keep going, keep pushing me, don't let me come..."
He smirks while I blush, realizing I've played right into his game. He's the one who's got me wrapped around his finger now. He's the one who calls the shots, I'm merely the puppet on whose strings he's pulling, making me dance any way he fucking wants.
If I didn't know any better, I'd be scared of this influence he has over me. But by now, I trust Adrian. I know he'd never use it against me. He may use my body, but he'd never take advantage of it.
"Please, I'm so close," I beg again. "I can't hold back any longer!"
"Then get ready," he grunts, pushing into me as he pinches my clit between two fingers. "Does it hurt, bambina?"
"Yes," I whisper. "I love it, hurt me more, make me come, Adrian, please!"
"Fucking come," he growls.
Now, the room is lost to a cacophony of sounds as our bodies are taken over by pure desire, bending, molding together as if we were always one, never apart, never without each other.
My orgasm washes over my in waves and doesn't stop. I see stars, fireworks erupting before my eyes as I feel Adrian filling me, muttering my name over and over again as if he's saying a prayer.
I can't imagine love feels better than this. This is what I've spent my entire life wishing, hoping for, and now… I finally have it.
Spent, we lie together on the canvas and only then do I remember what a mess we must have made.
Adrian picks me up and we admire the chaos on the canvas ‒ colors bleeding into one another, slashes of angry pink, mixing with calm blues and vivid greens.
"It's beautiful," I whisper. "We made this."
"We made more than that." Adrian wraps his arms around me, his hands coming to rest on my tummy. "We made love, and we're going to make a family next."
"Thank you, Adrian," I whisper. "You showed me everything I never knew I desperately needed."
He turns me around in his arms, kissing me deeply as he murmurs, "And you've done the same for me, bambina."
43
Adrian
3 months later
Marzia's really starting to show now. She's entered her second trimester, but the doctor assures us it is still safe for her to travel. And I’m eager to get away from the