“Oh, I’ll move.” I punctuated my words with a short experimental thrust to see how she’d react. There was no sign of discomfort this time and I was fucking glad. I needed to fuck her now, and I didn’t want to hold back. Keeping my eyes on her face, I established a hard fast rhythm, not as hard as I’d have liked but Gianna was probably still sore even if she wouldn’t admit it. She was tight, clenching around my cock in a mind-blowing way. Every moan I drew from her lips felt like a fucking victory because it was obvious she was trying to keep them in. I changed the angle and drove even deeper into her. Another moan slipped out.
I reached between us, pressing my fingers to her clit. I needed her to come. My own orgasm was already close and there was no fucking way I’d come before her.
I thrust hard and deep, and Gianna’s eyes grew wide, her face twisting with pleasure. She grasped my back, fingernails scratching my skin and I lost it. I fucked her even harder, losing every shred of control. Lust clouded my vision as I spilled into her. I growled against her slick throat, drawing in her scent as I spent myself in her pussy. Gianna breathed heavily when my body stilled. I raised my head and smiled down at her flushed face, even when she scowled. It was almost adorable that she was still trying to keep up the show.
Slowly I pulled out of her. She winced, then quickly masked it.
“Sore?” I asked as I stretched out beside her. I touched her stomach. She didn’t push me away, only shrugged in response.
I moved closer and kissed a spot right below her ear. “Has sex turned you mute?”
“You wish,” she muttered, her voice slower and more relaxed than usual.
“No, that would be boring. The things coming out of your mouth are more entertaining than you think.”
She gave me a look. “I’m glad I amuse you.”
“Me too.”
Like last night I waited for her to fall asleep before I relaxed. I wasn’t sure if that would ever change.
***The next few days followed the same routine until one night when Gianna’s breathing didn’t slow like it usually did. I was fucking tired and quickly losing my fight against sleepiness.
“You always wait for me to fall asleep first,” she said into the dark, startling me awake.
Of course she’d noticed. “Sometimes I forget how observant you are.”
She turned around, facing me in the dark. I could make out the white of her eyes and the contours of her head but not much more. “Why?”
“I’m a wary bastard.”
“Do you think I’d kill you in your sleep?”
It was hard to gauge her emotions without seeing her expression and I fucking hated it. “Have you been thinking about it?” It was meant to sound like a joke but came out way too serious.
“No, I can’t stand the sight of blood.”
“That’s the only reason I don’t have one of my own knives stuck in my back?”
“No. Killing you wouldn’t get me out of this apartment. I don’t know the code for the elevator.”
“That’s a relief,” I muttered. I wasn’t sure if she was teasing or not. “You don’t seem that unhappy in our marriage.”
“We’ve been married for only a few days, and you’re never around, that’s a plus. And maybe I’m a good actress.”
“I guess it’s good that I don’t trust you then.”
“Yes,” she said seriously.
“I suppose you want to scare me?” I asked in a low murmur, leaning so close to her that I could feel her breath on my cheek.
“I don’t think there’s anything or anyone that could scare you,” she whispered back.
“Everyone’s scared of something. Why would I be different?”
“Because you are the scariest person I know.”
I paused. She didn’t sound like she was kidding. “Are you scared of me?”
Silence was my answer.
I reached for her arm. “Gianna?”
“Yes,” came her sleepy reply.
“Why?”
But her breathing had calmed. She had fallen asleep. What was I supposed to do with her admittance? I’d never given her reason to fear me. Okay, she’d seen me do some scary shit, but I’d never done anything to her. It took me a long time after that to fall asleep.
***
The next day Gianna didn’t mention our conversation from the previous night. I had a feeling she hated that she’d been honest. I’d never shied back from a topic but I didn’t ask her again why she was scared of me. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.
Gianna kept touching her lip during breakfast. It wasn’t swollen anymore.
“Let me take a look,” I said, pushing her hand away. “I think we can pull the stitches.”
She grimaced. “Now?”
“Scared?” I asked because I couldn’t help myself.
“No, of course not,” she said. I wondered if she referred to more than the stitches. I got up and led her into the bathroom where I kept my medical kit. Gianna didn’t protest when I lifted her onto the washtable and stepped between her legs this time.
I took small scissors from the kit. “Open your mouth.”
She did, but gave me a warning look as if she thought I had something naughty in mind. I grinned and kissed her ear. “Do you know how kids always get a treat as reward after they see the doctor?”
She rolled her eyes but didn’t push my hand away when I pressed it against her center through her jeans.
“Be a good girl and you shall be rewarded.”
I drew back, enjoying the scowl on Gianna’s face. She didn’t get the chance for a retort because I started working on her stitches. It didn’t take long and Gianna winced only twice. “Done,” I said, setting down the scissors and tweezers. “Do you want your reward now?” I rubbed her pussy.
She glared.
“You just have to say the words.” She pressed her lips together. “No?” I said, taking a step back, and stopped touching her.
“As if I need you for that,” she said snidely, and then she opened her jeans and shoved her hand inside.