by Ava Catori
I almost lost it with her and almost came in my pants like a stupid teenager watching his first porn movie.
Isabella's surrender to my touch was the loveliest sight I’d ever laid eyes on. It was more than the primal satisfaction of having conquered a woman. It was something different, something essential that had always eluded me until now. It was the incredible pride of knowing this perfect creature was mine and I could lead her to such bliss.
As Isabella caught her breath, I pulled her clothes back together and gently kissed her lips. She took my face in her hands and kissed me back. It was the sweetest kiss, tasting of happiness and joy. When she pulled away, I couldn't hide an ear to ear grin. Yeah, the idiot macho guy in me was beaming with pride, he'd done this, and now she was going to be his, not just for tonight, not for a quick roll in the hay, but for fucking ever!
Ironic how, a few months ago, the very idea of holding on to the same woman forever had seemed ludicrous. Today, I couldn't think of anything more natural. Isabella was mine and would remain mine for as long as I breathed.
"Can you walk?" I asked, softly nuzzling her hair.
She laughed. "Yeah, I think so," her breathless answer went right to my dick and I knew we had to go.
"Let's go home." I didn't ask, I just said it as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She nodded as I took her hand in mine and led her to my car.
I opened the door, and when she was seated I strapped the belt on her, stealing a kiss. I couldn’t wipe that stupid smile off my face. I guess that's what being happy was all about... and it was just the beginning.
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31
Isabella
Breathless - there was no other way to describe how I felt. I didn't even know what got into me, but once we started, I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. Of course, for the rest of my life I'd remember my first orgasm was in a back alley behind a bar. Classy, right? But as it was my husband, or soon-to-be ex-husband's hands, it felt less tawdry.
The sensations that pulsated through me with each touch, each caress, and each nuzzle melted me like an ice cube on a sweltering, hot day. He was tender and warm, yet shared the same urgent desire I had. He took me to dizzying heights I'd never known.
To be honest, I thought my first time would be delicate and nurturing in my marriage bed. And yet, a part of me was relieved it happened this way. There was no thinking, no obsessing over what it would be like, no wondering if I was making a mistake. No, none of that was left. Only a sense of calm moved through me.
We skipped dinner with the others, didn't even tell them we were leaving, but I think they caught on when we were sitting so close. Nobody came to look for us, fortunately. I would have been mortified in that particular scenario. It was out of character – but so amazing. Wow. I wanted him to take me, take every bit of me, ravage me and make me his. I knew it sounded hypocritical since I’d done everything including running away from him, but his touch was electric and set me on fire. There was something real between us, and I wanted more of what he was offering.
Sitting in Gino's car, a small awkward silence filled the space between us. Touching, we didn't need words. It was a good thing since I wouldn't have known what to say.
He turned the car down the road and then into the driveway of the house we'd shared for a very short while. Parking, he came around to open my door and took my hand. I hesitated, reaching for him as nerves started to kick in. In the spare moments it took to get here, my mind already circled back. I had time to think and I didn't want to. I wanted to shut off my brain and enjoy the mesmerizing effect he had on me when we touched.
I'd never... he knew I was a virgin otherwise. I swallowed my anxiety, and acted the part of a brazen and ready woman, though inside I shook. I wanted to be sophisticated, to give him what he wanted, to share in that first time, and yet the closer we got to the front door, and then the hallway, and the bedroom each step got smaller until I almost wasn't moving.
"Are you okay?" Gino brushed a wisp of hair off my forehead with the back of his hand. "We don't have to-"
He offered me an out, but I didn't take it. I shook my head quietly and admitted my hurdle. "I want to. I'm just nervous."
Gino cradled me in his arms, pulling me to him. Embraced in his warmth, I felt the tension slowly leave my body like the tide pulling back to sea.
I looked into his eyes. He cupped my face with his hands and gazed back at me. "Isabella, I want you to be my wife."
I nodded. I didn't know what I could promise, but I understood what he needed. I slipped from his embrace and placed my hand in his, leading him through the doorway. We stood before the large bed, flirting with the edge of desire.
Gino slid his fingers behind my neck and laced them up through my hair. Pulling me to him, we locked in a heated, passionate kiss. I parted my lips, accepting him in as we started the slow, sultry dance of making love.
Bathed in our here and now, I let go of my fears. I knew he'd be gentle and guide me through our journey. I followed his lead, and forgot we'd never been lovers. In his arms, all my anxiety drifted away. My heart and mind opened to the possibilities with each tiny touch, each tender caress, and each time our bodies connected.
Gino’s hands slid over my curves as he slowly undressed me. I could barely breathe. I stepped away from my clothing as it fell to the floor. He allowed my panties to remain on for now. This was real. It was happening. I swallowed hard and watched his face. He was drinking in my voluptuous shape. His gaze moved the entire length of my body, as if he was admiring a fine piece of art. He never once made me feel less than perfect. He drew the back of his hand over my shoulder, and then ran his palm down my arm.
"You are a goddess," he said, lifting my hand to his lips and kissing each fingertip. "I'm a lucky man."
Crimson filled my cheeks as he spoke. He wasn't shy about admiring me. His eyes danced with excitement. I looked down, embarrassed, but he wouldn't allow it. Gino lifted my chin, lifting my gaze back to his. His hunger was obvious.
While we'd move with a carnal need behind the bar, now, in the comfort of our home we slowed to a crawl. He whispered into my ear that he wanted things to be special, something to remember. His hot breath in my ear sent shivers through me, delightfully arousing shivers. He didn't move away from my ear, instead he traced the curves of my lobe with his tongue and nuzzled against me. Electricity sparked below. He knew what he was doing to me as I squirmed and pressed into him, my body taking over my mind.
Gino stopped only for a moment. He slipped his shirt and slacks off, but left on his underwear. Honestly, I was grateful. As aroused as I was, looking at his full manhood...his erection...his cock, oh my gosh, we were doing this....
I lost all sense of thinking as his lips suckled the skin of my neck and then hit a spot that left me weak in the knees.
Gino scooped me up and placed me gently on the bed. Our moment had arrived to consummate what had yet to be consummated.
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32
Isabella
I was grateful he led the way. Inexperienced and afraid I'd let him down, I whispered my fears. It took more courage than I knew I had to admit my insecurities.
"You could never let me down," he encouraged. "You're here with me. It's all I've ever wanted."
Instead of rushing in, we snuggled into one another on the bed. His fingertips barely grazed my skin in a touch so light, it sent waves of intense pleasure through me.
I closed my eyes and sank into his touch. Slow, intricate movements, tiny circles all across my body left me hungry for more. I couldn't hide my arousal. Soft moans slipped past my lips.
His fingers moved over my collarbone. I didn't even know I could feel that good from being touched there. He dotted kisses on the inside of my elbows, sucked on my fingertips, and drew paths of erotic tingles with each corridor he passed, down my thighs, around my knees, down to my feet. His hands left me dazed in a state of enlightenment.
He'd relaxed me so full
y, I easily parted my legs to him as he traced up the length of my thighs. I was lost in a dream. Gino played me like a violin. When he reached the edge of my underwear, he slipped his fingers beneath the elastic and helped me slide them down. I arched my back and lifted my hips.
I startled slightly as he pressed his face close to me, inhaling deeply. My lips were swollen from arousal. It only took the softest touch from his lips to set me on fire. Oh...oh.... heaven was waiting for me, and Gino would lead the way.
He lowered himself between my legs and spread my nether lips with his fingers. The tip of his tongue teased my opening. I gasped and gripped at the covers on the bed. I was so sensitive, I let out a yelp when Gino plunged his tongue deep inside my wetness.
I buckled and groaned as he held fast. He spread his tongue wide, lapping up whatever I offered him, and he suckled my nub sending me over the edge. I ran my fingers through his hair. My polite, innocent groans grew louder as my body shook.
"That a girl." His voice was muffled, his face still between my legs, but the encouragement excited me even more. I couldn't stop the wave of pleasure that ricocheted through me.
"Oh, Gino," I called out, unable to stop myself.
"Mmm, good girl," he said, his face still pressed to me, forcing another orgasm as I clung to the sensitive moment.
Exhausted, I bucked like a bronco before I could finally drop my hips to the mattress. I started to laugh. A soft, relaxed laugh, and spoke with a voice I didn't recognize. "If you keep doing that, I'll never leave your bed."
Something about the words I'd chosen left him beaming. He drew up to kiss me. I balked tasting myself on his tongue, but letting go of my inhibitions I drank in his kiss.
Gino leaned up beside me. "I keep repeating it but, I’m amazed, I never believed in love at first sight. Never even thought I wanted to fall in love. I thought power and being the boss was the way to go. But the moment, the very moment I saw you, something changed. You hit me like a bolt of lightning, and I knew there was more to life. I want you in my life. I want you here with me."
I nodded, understanding what he was trying to say. He hadn't planned to take a wife the way he had. This caught him off guard, as much as this entire journey had spun me around.
"I'll never hurt you, Isabella. I'll do everything I can to keep you happy," he said, before kissing me again. Our lips locked in a heated dance.
"Are we going to..." I stopped myself, suddenly feeling shy again.
He placed one of his large hands over my forehead and pushed back my hair. A huge grin covered his face. "Oh, yeah, baby girl, we're going to...in more ways than one. Slow and gentle, there's no hurry. We have all night."
I nodded. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I'd waited all my life for that moment – to know what it meant to feel a man move within me. And now, in bed with Gino, I was ready.
The cotton boxer-briefs he wore could barely constrain the massive erection that pushed against it, straining to get free. He pushed them down over his hips and legs, and then kicked them off. I tried not to stare, but there he was in all his glory, huge and bulging.
"Can I touch it," I asked, almost horrified I came off sounding so silly.
"Mmm, any time you want," he laughed. He kneeled up before me.
I eyed up his size, and realized he was obviously gifted in that department. I mean, it's not like I hadn't seen pictures of men in the past on the Internet, but bare before me, it was impressive. I gently reached out for him, and watched as it twitched at my touch. He didn't mock me for my inexperience, but instead took my hand and showed me what felt good.
"That a girl, now slide your hand down and fondle my balls," he said. His voice was breathy. "Yeah, just like that."
I stared at it, delighted I was causing a reaction out of him.
"I want to be inside you," he said with a low groan that rose from his belly.
I nodded and moved back to lie down. Only he stopped me, and asked me to kneel in front of him. I let him lead the way, and as I propped myself on my knees and elbows, he slid his erect shaft along my opening. He didn't push into the tightness yet, but lingered in the feel of being against me.
Reaching toward his nightstand, he opened a draw and pulled out a bottle of lubrication. It was going to be a tight fit. I had no idea how it would feel, and had only heard the rumors that the first time might hurt, but it got better and easier each time you made love. I tensed out of concern, before knowing what to expect.
"Shh, relax," he said. He coated his fingers and cock in shiny, wet lubrication and then pressed the tip of his cock to my opening.
My entire body seized as he tried to push in me. He was too big, it was going to hurt. Only, he wasn't in a hurry, and helped me get to where we needed to be. Slipping a finger and then a second into me, he gently stretched my opening. It stung, but in a good way. It went from a slight sting, to holy cow that feels amazing, and I knew what he meant when he said it would get easier. Of course, his cock was thicker than his fingers, and I would need to stretch more to allow him entrance.
I thought I was ready, thought I knew what to expect, and then everything inside me twisted on a dime.
"Oh, oh...oh...oh," my breathing grew labored. He'd slid his tongue along the opening of my bottom, and with a push was inside of me, his mouth on my anus. I'd never... "Oh...oh....oh, Gino..."
He shifted, ready to press his cock into me. His finger circled my clit, and with a gentle thrust he was inside me. My body gripped him tightly. Panting, I leaned my face closer to the bed, pressing my ass up higher. With his cock stretching my opening, he slowly moved within me. His hands gripped the flesh of my bottom as he gently rocked into me. He slid his cock in and out of me with steady movements, each time building friction that sent me into a frenzy of pleasure.
I lost track of time, and was somewhere between heaven and euphoria as Gino took one final plunge. With a primal grunt, I felt the hot liquid filling me. Gino collapsed onto the bed and wrapped his arm over me. I burrowed in closer. I didn't want him to let go – ever. I wanted to be against him, with him, and try this thing called life together. The bond that developed was something I didn't even know I had inside.
Like a silly schoolgirl, I looked into his eyes and whispered, "Will you marry me, again?"
The surprise on his face was priceless. "You're high on sex," he answered with a laugh. "If you still want to come morning, I'd gladly get married again."
"I'll want to." We could start over. Renew our vows, and this time he'd know I was marrying him because I'd chosen to, not for any other reason.
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33
Isabella
A flurry of activity finally settled down, and after some quick planning, we'd wrapped up the details. Among us were a handful of friends and family, ready to celebrate our re-start.
I'd been lost, but he somehow found me – tossing me a rope and pulling me back to him where I belonged. I'd never have believed it myself, but something inside felt right. We connected, we bonded, and decided having come together in such odd and unique circumstances, maybe there was a reason.
Ready to begin again, we took one another's hands and decided to do it together.
I know. I didn't make sense, the craziness of it all. He was the last person I thought I'd choose to marry, and yet being in his arms there was a sanctuary of safety that surrounded me. I was wanted, cared for, desired, and adored. He lifted me onto a pedestal and promised me love and security. He offered me sunshine and laughter, and he offered me longevity, wanting to grow old with me.
He knew he had me. I walked away, but now stood before him of my own free will. He'd captured me when I wasn't looking to be captured, and yet opened his arms letting me choose to walk away. I couldn't. I didn't want to. Something connected us deeper than I anticipated. I'd grow to love him as he deserved, and I promised him faith and happiness. I drew into his arms, smiling and warm, ready to start our lives over together. I'd never told him the words he'd wanted to hear
until that very moment.
"I love you, and will stand by your side for eternity," I said, a tad shy, but certain nonetheless.
"Thank you for giving me this chance to share my life with you," he answered.
A rumble of applause surrounded us. We went with a non-traditional exchange this time, something small as we said our vows. Nobody expected us to be here, most of all Gino or me, but there we stood – ready to share our worlds.
Once the minister nodded, Gino bent down to kiss me. His thumb slipped along my lip, tenderly placed. I was lost in his eyes, the once dark stormy eyes that were now mesmerizing, filling me with joy. I tipped my chin up and parted my lips, meeting him in a decadent kiss that sealed the deal. Our friends cheered. The laughter and conversation that filled the room warmed my soul.
Tony had joined us, and was talking with Ryder, telling him that Charlie had finally turned himself in. His wife had been cheating on him, but with Dane, another officer, hence the cuffs on the bedside table.
Tony had tried to talk Charlie out of it, but he had done the crime, he wanted to pay for it. As far as Tony was concerned, Charlie shooting him was the best thing that had happened to him since now he was dating one of the physical therapists he met along the way.
Hopefully Charlie would just get a slap on the hand.
Hunter and Gia spoke quietly, lost in their own dance of love. Barbara and Ryder danced with Aiden between them, and then Barbara danced with Brad sharing in friendship. Dylan, Ryder and Hunter’s dad, smiled and flirted with Francesca. I smiled thinking they had both been single for a long time and that Dylan not being Italian wouldn’t be a problem. After all Francesca’s departed husband had been an Irish man. I was so happy, I wanted every one around me to be in love.