He pulled back, stopping when just the head of his cock was still inside me. He didn’t move, just stood there, and I ground my teeth against one another, at his frustrating, teasing, and denying me, denying both of us, what we both wanted.
Slowly, agonisingly slowly, he pressed forward, filling me again. I could feel all of him, the piercing; I could feel myself stretching to accommodate him, until he was as deep in me, as my body would allow.
He repeated the moves, the maddeningly slow thrusts, increasing my pleasure, but not as fast as I wanted. He was killing me, making me crazy with his teasing assault on my body.
Over and over, he thrust, each thrust, becoming faster, deeper, stroking my pussy with his big, beautiful cock. With every move, with every surge of his hips, he drove me higher and higher, until my orgasm hung there, and I knew it wouldn’t take much more, to have me falling, tipping over the edge, into a sea of mind blowing pleasure.
“Hold onto me Dante. Don’t let go.” I cried out, my fingers curling into the marble of the kitchen bench.
“Never cara.” He growled, his fingers tightening on me. “Come, I need you to come because…because I…can’t…hold…on…much…longer.” He punctuated each word, with a thrust of his hips.
Hearing his words, the note of desperation in them, desperation that caused my heart to leap with excitement, was enough to push me over the edge.
His name left my lips on a scream, loud, drawn out, relieved, yet wrapped up, in the endless waves, of pleasure. God, it just went on and on, radiating out through me, making my fingers and toes tingle in reaction.
I gasped and moaned, my body writhing on the bench, as I struggled to deal with the intensity of my orgasm. It vaguely registered that Dante’s movements had slowed, obviously to allow me to ride out, what I was going through, but I wanted him to experience his own nirvana now, I wanted him to come.
Once, twice, I clenched hard around him, working my pussy over him like a vice. Behind me, I heard an anguished groan, and he began to move again, his fingers biting almost painfully into the flesh over my hips.
Broken, ragged Italian began to fall from his lips as he thrust faster, his movements lacking his usual skill, not that it mattered to me. I’d reached my release, this was all for Dante now. I needed him to come. I wanted him to experience the kind of pleasure he gave me.
“Come on baby, I love you.” I said huskily, over my shoulder to him, and he swore, faltered briefly in his out of control thrusts, before resuming, with long, deep strokes.
Suddenly he tensed, a noise, coming from him that for a moment, made me think he was in pain. It sounded like it was being torn from him, and I knew I had to see him, to watch him.
I screwed my head around as far as I could, given my position over the bench and managed to get a glimpse of his face.
His features were twisted, lips parted, teeth gritted as he jerkily slammed into me a couple more times. As his head shot back, eyes closing, veins bulging in his neck, he froze, jerking me hard against him, forgetting obviously, while in the grip of his orgasm, that he might possibly hurt me.
I felt him get even bigger and harder, just before he jerked inside me and finally, he let go, finding his release. I watched, fascinated, at the myriad of emotions flitting over his face, as he came, and my heart swelled with my love for him.
Satisfied that he was getting his chance at some pleasure too, I turned back and lay over the bench, feeling the warmth of him filling me.
I smiled to myself, as I basked in my post orgasmic glow. In the end, I got what I wanted. I’d broken that rigid, self-sacrificing control of his. I’d made him fuck me, against his earlier misgivings.
I did wonder if he was silently cursing me, for pushing him though. I’d needed him so much, and going by how wet I felt, he’d needed his release just as much as I had.
As he lay over me, hands braced on the edge of the kitchen bench either side of me, touching me, but not crushing me, I felt the heavy, frantic beat of his heart, and heard the ragged, rasping breaths, he dragged into his lungs.
Finally, he pulled out of me and a flood of cum, flowed from me. As I felt it making its slow trail down my thighs, I smiled to myself. Something about making Dante come; was always deeply rewarding.
“Someone seems very satisfied with themselves.” His voice was suddenly at my ear. “Let me help you up cara. I need to clean you. I told you, I have not allowed myself to seek any kind of release while you were in hospital, so I came hard. It was intensely pleasurable, but it did walk a fine line between ecstasy and agony.”
“I know that feeling Dante, that brief moment, where the need to come, is a painful pleasure; but then to come, is both pleasurable, and an exquisite relief. Words fail me, properly describing what it is like, but anyone who has experienced an orgasm to that level of intensity, will know that feeling.”
“Very true, but now, it is time to take care of you, to clean you, since I did as I promised, I gave you all I had to give. I really do have no control with you. It was not my intention to fuck you. Much as I wanted to, much as I always want to, I feared that I might hurt you. Did I hurt you Grace? I know for that moment, when all coherent thought leaves me, that I may very well have caused you some discomfort.”
“You didn’t hurt me.” I let him help me turn, until I was facing him again. “That was incredible, and I like knowing that I could make you come. I like to know that you can find pleasure in my body.”
“I think we’ve established that you bring me great pleasure but now, it is time to clean you up.” He bent suddenly, taking me by surprise, as he swung me up and into his arms, carrying me through the house, to his bathroom.
Several hours later, I was clean, fed, and well fed too. Dante was a great cook. I shouldn’t be surprised I guess. It seemed there wasn’t anything he did badly.
As the hours passed, and the evening progressed, I could tell, something was starting to weigh heavily on his mind. Intuitively, I already suspected what it was, but I kept silent, a rare thing for me. I would let him tell me, when he felt the time was right, and when he was ready. Not because I began to nag and harass him, to spill the beans on whatever it was, that bothered him.
He kept silent all evening, even when he finally had me settled in his bed, where I couldn’t escape. I carefully rolled onto my side, so I faced him, reaching out, to walk my fingers softly over his handsome face.
I watched the play of emotions in those warm, expressive eyes of his, and could almost see the cloud of tension hanging over him. I couldn’t stand it. I knew what he wanted, what he would ask, and much as the idea terrified me, being with him was more important to me, than any insecurities or concerns, I might have.
“I hate to see you like this Dante. I know what you’re going to say, and my answer is yes. I won’t lie; the idea of living in a foreign country terrifies me. I can’t speak the language, so I will have to learn, and I’m warning you now, I’m not that good with languages. I took French in school, and I can remember half a dozen words or so. It’s not just the language barrier though; it’s the fact, that the vineyard is a glaring reminder, of just how wealthy you are.” I pressed my fingers to his lips, when he looked like he was going to say something. I needed to finish first.
“I know I’m being stupid. You have never flashed your wealth around, and I think that’s why, it was easy for me to pretend you were just an average person, because here, in Australia, you live a more modest lifestyle.
Your world in Italy is so alien to me. I have never known poverty, but wealth to your scale, is completely foreign to me. I still struggle with self-image Dante. I look at you, and you’re so perfect. Women want you, I know it, I see it in their eyes and I know you love me, I do, but I fear that one day, one will tempt you, or you’ll wake up and realise, I’m not that big a deal after all, and you’ll leave me, and my heart will become some useless, wasted organ, lying crushed beneath your feet.” Again, he tried to speak, but again, I silenced him.
/> “I nearly lost you forever because of my stupid thoughts. I’m not idiot enough to do it again. It is only right, that you return to Italy. I can see it’s your home, you’re happy there. I just need to accept that I will have to share your time there, since so many rely on you at the winery. I know it will be the right environment to raise a family, and I know, all that matters is, that I love you, I will be with you, and to sweeten the deal, we will have our friends with us. I’m right in assuming, Alex and Mel want to make the move, aren’t I?”
When I moved my fingers off Dante’s lips, he simply nodded. “Yes, cara, they want to make the move. Alex loves your friend, and it’s obvious she loves him. He is proposing to her, in fact, he probably already has. There will be no problems for us all to move to Italy. I am a citizen already, you will become one by marrying me, and Alex and Mel, will be Italian residents. The fact, that they are coming to work, at the vineyard, makes them appealing to the Italian government.”
He reached for me, sliding his body closer to mine, so he could kiss me softly on the forehead.
“Now I will address all your concerns. I know you are worried about how much money I have, but you shouldn’t. I don’t think about it, it’s not who I am. I only have this kind of wealth because I had Grandparents who loved me, and wanted to provide for my future. If the tables had been turned, and it was you, who had inherited, making you a woman of great wealth, would you still feel the same?”
I frowned at his words. I hadn’t even thought of it like that.
“No, I probably wouldn’t. I guess you have a valid point.”
“That is exactly my point. I want you to remember these things, for whenever you feel a moment of insecurity, once we’re in Italy. The first thing is, no matter how busy I might seem, no matter how many women flirt with me, no matter how much time I might spend dealing with staff and guests, at the vineyard, you are the one I come home to. You are the one I hold in my arms in bed. You are the one I wake up beside. You are the one; I find solace, and my release inside. You are the one carrying my child. You are the one, I’m going to marry, but above all else, the one thing you need to remember, whenever even a moment’s insecurity takes up root within you; you are the one I love. That is all that matters cara. Never lose sight of that.”
At his words, I burst into tears. I don’t know if it was because he’d just said something so beautiful to me, or whether it was my hormones being all over the place, now I was pregnant, or maybe a little of both.
“Gracie, what is wrong?” He wrapped his arms around me, pressing my face into his neck, where I cried even harder. “Please, tell me, what have I done to upset you so?”
“You haven’t done anything.” I mumbled, and sobbed against his warm skin.
“Something must be wrong, you are crying so hard.”
I lifted my head from his neck, and raised tear drenched eyes to his. “I love you Dante, so much, and I’m sorry I hurt you when I…well…you know why I’m sorry. I’m not crying because something is wrong, I’m crying because what you just said; is so perfect and beautiful, and I’m pregnant and probably a little hormonal, and chances are, I’ll do this a lot over the next nine months, so you might want to get used to it.”
“You can be as hormonal as you want, my beautiful Grace. I love you, and you are growing our child inside you. I look forward to experiencing every change in your body, comforting you, when you feel the need to cry, for no reason. I will be there through every step of this pregnancy. I cannot wait to watch you swell, and ripen with child.”
I smirked. “Even when it’s my ankles that are swollen, and if I’m not throwing up, I’m eating everything in sight?”
“Then I will dedicate myself, to getting you whatever food you want, no matter how strange the combination; and I will elevate and massage your feet. I will do whatever it takes for you to be happy, and comfortable, as you grow our child.”
I threw my good arm around his neck. “I love you Dante, so much.”
“I love you Grace.” He’d no sooner spoken the words, when I heard his phone chime, for an incoming message.
We both looked at each other for a moment, before he released me, to reach over and grab it.
I watched him, one hand twisting a lock of hair between my fingers, as he read whatever had been sent to him, and when his face lit up in a bright smile, I quirked an eyebrow at him.
He didn’t speak, simply turned his phone towards me, and when I saw the words written on the screen, I too felt the biggest smile, light up my face.
They were just three words, three little words, which were, life changing in a lot of ways. Those three little words were.‘She said yes.’
Epilogue
Five Years Later
“My beautiful wife is looking a little sleepy. Would she like to go inside and have a siesta?” The warm, deep and very sexy voice of my husband, brought me out of the light doze, I’d slipped into.
“Where’s Mercedes?” I asked, but right at that moment, I heard the high pitched squeal of our daughter, and pulled myself up onto my elbows, where I could see her in the pool, inflatables on both arms, while one of the staff’s older children, entertained her.
“Gabriella is so good with her, is she not?” Dante asked, although his eyes were on our daughter, as she splashed and played in the pool. He walked over to watch Mercedes in the water, before he neatly and cleanly dived into the pool, surfacing next to her, making her giggle loudly, as she launched herself into his arms.
She was so much like her father. Brown hair that fell to her shoulders already, despite only being four years old. Her eyes were as dark as his, and would flash a lighter shade of chocolate, when she was angry, or in one of her stubborn, mutinous moods.
“Hey there sugar, you look like you need a siesta.” I turned, when I heard Alex’s voice. He was grinning, as he sauntered towards me, holding the hand of his wife, and my best friend, Mel.
She was positively glowing, and I’m not sure it was all to do with the large baby bump she carried, as she half waddled towards us. Oh yeah, she had reached the waddling stage, and it made me so happy to see it.
I’d had to put up with endless teasing, about how I’d walked when I was heavily pregnant, well, now it would be my turn.
My eyes narrowed as I watched their approach. They were both glowing, with what I suspected was a sexual glow, brought on from satisfying orgasms, not a pregnancy glow. Well, not from Alex anyway.
“You look positively radiant.” I said to Mel, grinning at her. “So do you.” I shot Alex a smirk. Mel blushed, and a wide grin lit up his face. I knew it.
It was funny, after almost five years of us living and working together in a foreign country, we’d all settled in really well. Mel and I were learning Italian, slowly. It wasn’t coming to either of us that easily, but it didn’t matter too much, as everyone who worked at the winery, spoke English, anyway.
We’d had a double wedding not that long after moving here. By me marrying Dante in Italy, citizenship was automatic as he was a citizen. Alex and Mel were residents of the country, both listed as working for my husband.
Of course, technically, Mel and I didn’t work for him. I helped where I could, and we were working on a big, brand new advertising campaign for the vineyard.
Alex worked with Dante, keeping the business side of such a large enterprise, under control.
I had quickly overcome my insecurities, over the money and the women, who flaunted themselves at Dante. I had nothing to worry about. He was always polite to everyone, but not once, did he ever show anything, that looked even remotely like interest in anyone, other than me.
Becoming parents had brought us even closer together. In the early days, we were united by lack of sleep, but Mercedes had grown, and when she was a toddler, she had shown a surprising independence and stubbornness.
“She definitely takes after her mother.” Dante liked to remind me often, when our daughter was a handful, and I really couldn’t deny it.<
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I snapped out of my musing, when Mel lowered her pregnant self, carefully into one of the loungers by the pool. I smiled over at her before we both turned back to watch, as Alex jumped into the pool, causing such a wave, that Mercedes squealed.
“Uncle Alex.” She dragged his name out, in that whining tone that said, she was clearly not happy with him.
He swam over to her, and said something in her ear, which instantly brought a big beaming smile to her face.
“So, ten years ago, would you have believed this is where we would end up?” I asked, as we watched the antics in the pool.
Mel laughed. “No way, but how amazing is it? We have gorgeous husbands; we live in a beautiful country, on a massive vineyard. There are people all around us, who do everything. We are still together as friends after all these years, and our husbands are best friends. Fate has truly been kind to us.” She said, rubbing her stomach, a soft, loving smile on her face.
“What has you two so deeply engrossed in conversation?” Dante suddenly bent over me, blocking out the sun momentarily with his big muscular body, and I squeaked when cold water dripped from him onto me.
“We were talking about how much our lives have changed.” Mel explained.
“You’ve made me all wet.” I protested, wiping at the water, which continued to fall from him, all over me.
He dropped immediately to his haunches by my side, his lips pressed to my ear. “I like you all wet though cara.”
At his words, I rolled my eyes, but I still felt my body respond to him, as it always did. One look, one touch, just a hint of heat from him, and my body was clambering with desire. I was so easy when it came to Dante.
This time was no exception, and despite me first complaining about the water, now I welcomed the cool droplets, that nearly sizzled on my overheated skin.
“I want you to come with me Grace; I have something I need you to look over.” He stood, holding his hand out to me, and I placed mine in his, letting him pull me to my feet. “Come.” He began to pull me after him, as we headed towards the house.
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