Feeling a little too daring, she ran her hand down the front of his body. Then, trying to feel bold, she touched his cock.
He was stiff. “You want me?”
“Yes.” She cupped him through the shorts, and she didn’t exactly know what she was doing, but she went on instinct. “I want to train with you. I do. I want to be everything you need in a wife.” Again, from her training. From what her mother said. “But I also know this between us is rare. I’m not afraid of you. You’ve promised to never hurt me, and I believe you. Everything you say, I trust.” She went to the waistband of his shorts. “But this is our honeymoon, and … there … I…”
He captured her wrist, removing her hand. Valentina knew she had messed up, but Giovanni let go of her wrist and both of his hands were on her ass.
“Are you telling me you want me to fuck you, Valentina?”
She nodded.
He laughed. “No, you don’t get to interrupt training and then act like you don’t know what you’re doing. Tell me.”
Giovanni already knew her so well, and she didn’t think it was possible. “I want you to … fuck me.” Saying the words made her face heat.
“You do?”
“Yes.”
“What do you want?” he asked.
His hands had started to massage her ass, and it was hard for her to not ache for more. She was already soaking wet.
“I want … your … cock inside me.” She tried to speak fast.
All training lost its appeal as Giovanni suddenly kissed her. His lips consumed hers, almost bruising in their assault. She moaned, kissing him back. But that wasn’t what she wanted to do.
Moving her hands down his body, she broke the kiss as she grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down his body, sinking to her knees before him. She’d released his rock-hard cock, and staring up at the length of him now, she licked her lips.
“You know, you’re on your knees on this mat, again,” he said.
“I want to suck your cock,” she said. The only way she was ever going to find out if he spoke the truth was to test him.
Valentina knew she played with fire with this man, but she wanted to have faith in this marriage so much. She wanted to believe him. At the moment, she did.
He cupped her face. His thumb traced across her lip. “Well, my dick is there, baby, and all you’ve got to do is take it.”
She wanted it so badly. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“I’ll tell you exactly what to do.”
She opened her mouth and moved closer, flicking her tongue across the bulbous tip. Gliding across his tiny hole on the head, she tasted his pre-cum, and then she wrapped her lips around his dick and slid down his length.
Pulling back up, she looked up at him, keeping him in her mouth.
“Don’t use your teeth. Just suck. Get your saliva on me. I don’t need you to be neat and tidy. Get me nice and wet.”
He started to play with her hair, and she felt his grip on her head tighten as he wrapped the length around his fist. With this angle, he tilted her head back. Then she stared up at him as he thrust into her mouth.
Giovanni hit the back of her throat and pulled back only to push forward. This time, as he hit deep, she felt herself ready to gag, but he didn’t go any deeper.
With his other hand, he circled her throat, but she didn’t feel fear. Her pulse raced.
“One day, I’m going to fuck this throat, and when I do, I’m going to feel you swallowing me. For now, when I come, I’ll feel you do that. Do you want that? To feel my cum in your mouth?”
She nodded. There was no way for her to talk.
“Good girl.”