Bound in Love

by Alexis Abbott

Because for just one night, we do.

  I push her to her back after I’ve lifted the shirt off her, exposing that unbelievable body of hers, and I bend over her to start kissing her. I kiss her from her waist to her belly, then up to her breasts, still covered by her bra.

  I let my hands grope them through the thick fabric, but it isn’t long before I can’t take it anymore. While I lean forward and tickle her neck with kisses, my hands reach behind her and unhook the thing and pull it off her. When I’m getting too excited and I’m starting to bite at her neck, I push myself up to loom over her exposed form, drinking her with my eyes.

  I hadn’t noticed it before, but her breasts have started to swell from her pregnancy. That, or they’re fuller and more ripe than ever before, and my cock swells tight in my pants.

  I bring my mouth down to her nipples and let my breath wash over them. The sound of her excited gasp is music to my ears. I breathe on the other, holding my mouth so perilously close to her, teasing her painfully. She arches her back to push herself up to me, but I don’t let her reach—I keep myself just out of reach, my hot breath the only thing stimulating those sensitive nipples.

  They’re stiff and begging to be toyed with, though, and soon, I give into the urge to devour them. I descend, first letting my tongue flick them while my hands grip her hips, holding her under my control as she lets out a desperate gasp. I take one of the swollen nubs between my teeth, letting the hard edges tease it harder and needier. She starts to pump her hips gently, hands scrambling for anywhere to hold onto, and I can swear she’s about to come right then, her pants still on.

  I let my tongue taste the soft skin of her breasts until I’m ready to reward her for her patience. I trail down her belly again, gently caressing her before I get to the button of her pants. With my teeth, I pop it open and grip the waist of her pants. She wiggles in a desperate effort to get out of them and help me pull them down, panties and all.

  The sight of her hips stirs that animalistic energy within me. Their curve, the tone of her skin, that beautiful sanctuary where her legs meet, it’s enough to drive me wild. But I know she’s desperate to taste me as I am for her, and I won’t deny my princess anything.

  I stand up and look down at her as she squirms on the bed completely naked, her olive skin beyond beautiful on the sheets in the dim light.

  Once I’m up, her eyes flutter open, and she looks at me with anticipation, biting her lip as I open my own pants and slide them off. Normally, I’d just let the monstrous shaft of my cock spring free alone, but I want her to see every inch of my body in the same way I see hers. Nothing between us, nothing hiding from each other.

  I want Serena, and Serena wants me.

  So I kick my denim pants off my legs, revealing my pillar-like, muscular legs, and she crawls forward on the bed to my stiff, bulging cock. It’s standing straight upright, extended toward her like a spear that she wraps her hand around, looking hungrily at the tip.

  Her other hand goes to my balls, feeling their weight, holding them in her palm, letting out a soft sigh at how heavy and full of need they are.

  She works her hands up and down my shaft slowly, and it’s like an engine rumbling to life within me. I tilt my head back, closing my eyes and shutting out everything else but her touch. It’s that much more intense of a feeling when I feel her tongue taste the tip of my dark, bulging crown.

  Her hand slides up and down my shaft while her mouth plays with my crown. She runs her tongue around and over the tip, making my balls tense and my whole body feel warm. I reach forward and caress her hair in my hands, stroking it almost in a steady rhythm as she tastes me.

  “I’ve missed this so much,” she breathes over my manhood, and I can feel the desire to let loose and go wild in her every touch. She wants to work me until I release myself onto her, and it takes enormous willpower not to encourage her to do just that right now.

  A few minutes more of this, though, and I don’t know if I’ll be so willing to hold back.

  Finally, I feel her warm, soft lips kiss the tip of my cock while her hands lavish the shaft with attention. I hear her moaning softly into it as her lips part and she flicks the tip with her tongue. She takes the crown into her mouth and starts running the very tip of her tongue around the edges of my swollen crown. Even though it’s my most sensitive part of my body, my cock is tough, and the faster the motions of her hand get, the more her teeth graze my tip, the more it excites me. I feel like my body’s tension is unlocking itself bit by bit, and it’s wild to me that this tiny woman in front of me can have such an effect on my massive body.

  She starts to lick the bottom of my crown on the underside of my cock, right where it meets the beginning of my shaft. I smile as I realize she’s been learning from how I tease her when my tongue is deep in her pussy, trailing up until it can toy with her clit.

  I’ve taught this woman terrible things, and I’ll teach her more and more, if I have my way.

  Her tongue gets more adventurous, and she starts taking more of my shaft into her mouth, making sure to wrap her lips around my whole cock. It’s not easy to take everything into her mouth, but the more of my cock’s weight she feels resting on her tongue, the more she desires me. The more she wants to take in. The more she’s willing to try.

  “Your eyes are bigger than your mouth, Serena,” I chuckle before a quick jolt of heat rushes up my cock. Serena answers me with a hungry sigh. She’s not going to be turned away that easily.

  She starts moving her tongue like a ripple, putting pressure as far back down my cock as she can reach and slowly dragging it up the underside of my cock. My crown is at the back of her mouth, kissing the soft, hot roof of her mouth so far back. With her free hand, Serena massages my balls, and I know she’s coaxing me, begging me, desperately wanting to taste me.

  I often take my cock out of her mouth at this point and thrust it deep into her pussy to finish. But tonight, Serena is working hard, and the hot feeling running through my whole body tells me it’s paying off. I’ll make it pay off for her.

  Hell, I’ll give her that and so, so much more.

  I let myself lose my concentration and look down at Serena. The mere sight of her is enough to push me over the edge. Her golden hair sits beautifully on her shoulders, getting messy as she relentlessly worships my cock. Her eyes aren’t closed—she’s looking up at me, love in her eyes as she sucks my dark pillar. This is the love of my life, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on...and she’s getting as much out of this as I am.

  Soon, her free hand leaves my balls and slides down to her legs, where she starts to run it up and down her lower lips, and her eyes close again. Her lips tighten, and she gives a soft little yelp into my cock. I can hear the wet sound of her touching herself, and knowing that being on her knees at my cock has put her in this dizzy, lustful state makes me release.

  My balls tighten, and my cock gets tenser than ever. Serena can tell what’s happening, and she gets a firm grip on me for fear that I should pull away. I could give her hair a squeeze to make her back off and let me ruin her face, her perfect body, all with my seed, but I want her to follow through with what she’s gotten herself into.

  White-hot bliss wells up inside me, a tension that’s almost painful and swelling with every half-second. Finally, my mouth hangs open, and I release a shot of hot seed into Serena’s mouth, and the groan I let out is almost in harmony with the sigh of delight she gasps. My cock throbs, releasing more of me into her, but Serena doesn’t pull herself away, nor does she let up—her hands keep working my shaft while she keeps my crown in her lips, taking in every bit of me I have to give.

  She sighs in deep, blissful satisfaction as my cock throbs, and she runs her tongue up my shaft one last time before taking her lips from me. As she lets her fingers play up my cock one last time, a final spurt of my seed empties itself onto her chest, and she sits back, letting her head fall back while she props herself up on her elbows and smiling contentedly.

 
; She’s proud of herself.

  I feel heat glowing around me as I breathe raggedly. My knees are weak, but not so weak that I can’t give her what she’s got coming next.

  “You’re smug,” I say with a smile, kneeling over her and massaging my cock with my own hand.

  “Maybe a little,” she says with a wink. “I missed...everything about that.”

  I grab her hips and push her forward while I crawl onto the bed, and she gasps as I put my hands on her sensitive inner thighs. I grip her carefully, brushing the flesh with my thumbs while gazing down at her.

  “Enjoy it while it lasts,” I growl, and she starts to breathe a little faster as I part her legs. “Because if you think I’m done with you, you’ve got another thing coming.”

  With that, I bring my face down to her pussy and breathe in the scent, and I feel my cock twitch again, despite having just released itself. Serena is enough to get me going all over again in hardly any time at all.

  I let my tongue out, and licks the honey off Serena’s lips. It’s the same sweet taste as I remember, made all the sweeter for how long I’ve been away from her, away from her honey. The strongest liquor in the world can’t compare to her and what she does to me.

  My tongue tastes her again, and again going deeper each time, and each swipe earns a gasp from Serena—her hands push into my hair and grip my head, her hips thrust up into my face, and she throws her head back.

  Tasting me has made her so ready, so needy, that she’s already gotten my face doused in her wetness. My hands take hold of her hips and keep them down while I go to work on her poor lips. I kiss her, pressing my lips to her pussy while my tongue ventures deep into her, drawing up more honey that she pours out for me and using it to torment her clit with each stroke.

  The taste makes my whole mouth water for more. Between the come on her chest and her come on my face, we’re a mess, and the room feels hot, but we’re lost in each other. Dizzy, drunk, whatever you want to call it, we can’t keep ourselves off one another any longer. My hands take in every curve of her hips and her legs while I feast on her.

  She squirms under me, desperately trying to move around and thrust harder as if that would help her finish any faster, but I control the situation perfectly. My grip on her is tight, and I show her that she’s mine by keeping her down on the bed, subjecting her to my mouth on her pussy. I can feel her starting to tighten already, her pussy starting to wetten further and further in anticipation.

  My rhythm gets steady. I dart out to her clit, stroke, and retreat, then over again, teasing her on her clit for just a split second before leaving her, and soon, that builds up little by little until she thrusts her hips up harder than ever before, and I release her to hold her up by her ass.

  She lets out a silent scream of pleasure, holding my hair tight as she comes, and I bury my mouth and my face in her folds while they pulse and tighten around me, her whole body coming beautifully in my hands and all over my face.

  “Oh Bruno!” she breathes out, panting with desire, but I don’t respond. Instead, I start stroking her again as if I’d never stopped.

  I go faster this time, sometimes deeper, exploring more of her that I’d dreamt of so many nights while wishing I was at her side, protecting her. I keep going until I feel that tension building up again, and I follow it through to release. With one orgasm having come through in careless bliss, more come more easily, and I drive them all with my tongue until I can hardly feel my face.

  My mouth works her so long that I’m stiff and ready again.

  Even though I’ve lost track of the orgasms wracking her body, I hear her give a whimper of complaint when I take my face from her lips and crawl up her body to pin her down by the wrists. Just as she opens her mouth to protest, I silence her with a wet, hot kiss at the same time that I drive my cock into her pussy.

  She sucks in a breath when I enter her, and we kiss sloppily while I start bucking into her. We’re both so overwhelmed with stimulation that we can hardly tell up from down anymore. All I know is that my hard cock is inside her pussy where it feels best, and her hot insides are wet and welcoming to me.

  Our bodies pressed up against each other, I pick up a steady rhythm, ramming into her and grinding up against every spot I know to drive her wild. I pull back to loom over her, and my hands go to her breasts, thumbs toying with those nipples I bit at when we first got started. That feels like ages ago, we’ve gotten so lost in the moment, and my heart pounds furiously.

  She looks up at me like she can’t believe how soon I’m ready for her again, and the mix of excitement and worry on her face tells me everything I need to give her another night she’ll never forget. I hold nothing back, savoring the feeling of her breasts while I take her, freely letting my own pleasure roil up into an unstoppable wave that soon starts shaking me from the groin up to my chest.

  “Serena,” I moan, and I try to bring more words to my mouth, but my mind is just a mess of lust and desire, and that’s all I can say, over and over again until I feel my balls start to grow tight again.

  I pour myself into her, letting out a ragged groan with my second orgasm as my whole body shudders. I’ve been through fights that put my life at risk, but nothing is as intense and fierce a rush as coming into my woman.

  I hear her delighted sigh through the haze of my orgasm, and finally, still hard inside her, I feel the last of my seed emptying into her.

  Slowly, gently, I lower myself to her, and we stare into each other’s eyes for a few moments. Finally, I pull out of her slowly, slow enough that it doesn’t hurt her, and I turn her so that she can spoon into me comfortably.

  I slip my hand between her legs and massage her, feeling her whole body tingle while I gently bring her down from the rush, and I kiss her neck.

  “I meant what I said,” I whisper into her ear as I feel her breathing slowly, glowing.

  “Meant what?”

  “I want to give you nights like this every day,” I say, my voice deep and rough. “And I’ll stop at nothing to make that happen.”

  While I feel Serena wiggling into me and getting ready to doze off into sleep, messy and hot as we are, I know my words to be a truer desire than anything I’ve felt in my life.

  The only question is just how much will get in our way.

  12

  Serena

  “You look beautiful,” Bruno assures me for probably the hundredth time this morning. I’m standing in the middle of the tiny combined kitchen and living room space of the guest house, looking down worriedly at my outfit. It’s just starting to get hot here in Italy, and considering I arrived here at the Lomaglio residence wearing my filthy sweatshirt and jeans, it was high time for a change of wardrobe. Unfortunately, I can’t even dream of fitting into Mrs. Lomaglio’s clothing—she is both much shorter and considerably rounder than I am. So Domenica, being the ever-helpful and generous girl she is, offered me some of her clothes for now, until I have time to pick out some new stuff for myself.

  But Domenica is a seventeen-year-old girl who is very, very slender and not at all pregnant, so her clothing is a little bit tight and youthful for my body. I’m currently wearing one of her dresses, a knee-length blue frock with white flowers and spaghetti straps, along with a pair of Mrs. Lomaglio’s sandals. Everything fits to some degree, but I still feel pretty weird. It’s strange, you’d think after wearing a ton of hand-me-down donated clothes at the women’s shelter, this would be second nature. But somehow, it’s weirder when you know the people whose clothing it is. Or maybe it’s just weird because I only barely know them. We just met, and now I’m living in their guest house and wearing their clothes.

  Oh, and I’m pregnant with their long-lost son’s baby.

  Just a recipe for awkwardness, all around. But in their defense, the Lomaglios have been overwhelmingly kind and generous, constantly offering me more food, more drinks, asking if I’m comfortable, if there’s anything else I need. It’s very, very nice of them, but after spending so much t
ime with my own uptight, closed-off mother for so long, it’s a shock to my system to spend time with such a warm, loving family. It’s not that my own mother doesn’t love me, of course, she just has a very different way of showing it—and by that I mean she rarely shows it at all.

  Bruno’s family, on the other hand, is almost over the top. They hug each other, they touch each other’s faces, they profess their love like it’s the most natural thing in the world. It’s something I never would have pictured for Bruno when I first met him. He seemed so tough and cool. Too cool to have come from such a cuddly family. But the more I get to know him, the clearer it is to me that this is how he grew up. He may be a powerful, imposing, even dangerous man, but underneath that jagged exterior, love and loyalty come before all else.

  “I’m not sure my boobs quite fit in this dress,” I mutter, looking down at my unusually impressive cleavage in this tiny dress. Bruno walks over and puts his arms around me, smiling.

  “Looks pretty good to me,” he remarks cheekily.

  I roll my eyes. “Well, of course you’d say that. I just don’t want to look scandalous. Especially not with your family around. I’m trying to make a good impression here.”

  “Oh, don’t worry about that. They already love you,” he says, kissing me on the cheek. “Now, come on. I want to get to Alberobello before the gelato stands start closing for the afternoon. Don’t you?”

  “Oh yes, please,” I laugh, letting him sweep me away out into the Italian sunshine. His father is away at work—he has a job in an office nowadays. Mrs. Lomaglio is busy cleaning, cooking, and fussing over Domenica, as usual, and Domenica is wrapped up in studying for her online classes. This leaves Bruno and I all day to ourselves to explore and relax, finally spend some quality time together. We climb into the car and ride off through the rolling golden hills, holding hands over the center console.

  The scenery outside is absolutely stunning. I can see why Bruno remembers this place so fondly. It looks like a postcard, but not exactly the kind of landscape I would normally think of when someone brings up Italy.