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XXV

 

Isabella

 

I was fully prepared to admit I would make the worst nurse in human history. A fact that Giova

Though I may be the worst nurse in history, my husband wasn’t going to win any awards of Best Patient. I didn’t realize how often Giova

Giova

After a few days of healing, Giova

“Strip,” he commanded on the third night.

I turned away to hide my blushing. “You have a hole in your gut, Giova

“I’m aware.”

I snorted and turned to him. The look he sent me almost fried my skin.

“Strip,” he repeated.

My hands moved on their own accord, slowly dragging down my zipper and pushing my dress to the ground. The room wasn't cold but I shivered as my naked body was exposed. The hungry look my husband sent me didn't help.

Giova

“Get on.”

I swallowed as the apex between my thighs grew warmer. “On the pillow?”

“Yes.” He tilted his head, pupils so wide his eyes were black. “You want to feel good, Isabella? You want to please me? Get on.”

On shaky feet, I climbed onto the bed and threw my leg over the pillow like I was mounting a horse. Every inch of my skin felt tight, every inch felt loose.

Giova

He pressed his finger under my chin, tipping my head up.

My chest rose and fell rapidly.

“Do you feel the press of pillow between your legs?”

I nodded.

“Do you want to orgasm?"”

I nodded once again.

“Hump it.”

Warmth washed up over me. Had he just said...? “That's...”

"Humiliating? Pathetic?" Giova

“I saved you.” I meant to sound sarcastic, lustful, but instead my voice came out small.

Giova

“I…” My cheeks heated.

“Move, Isabella,” he said softly, gently. “Rock your hips for me.”

Still embarrassed, I moved my hips slowly.

Giova

“Faster, my love. Make yourself feel good.”

I did. The pillow scraped against my clit, sending bolts of pleasure ricocheting through my body. I cried out, falling forward, and leaning on my hands.

“Keep going. Picture me between those legs, eating that pussy. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

I nodded.

“Faster now, my love.”

My movements became more erratic, my breasts bobbling up and down as I moved. The orgasm hit me like a train, and I screamed out, embarrassed, and aroused and flushed from head to toe.

Giova

Then told me to do it again.

 

A soft cry entered my dreams.

I twisted in the blankets, reaching out for Marzia. “S’okay.”. Instead of my stepdaughter’s petite arm, I found the muscled shoulder of my husband.

Another cry sounded.

Consciousness came to me clearly and I pulled myself up to my elbows. My husband’s face was hard to make out in the dark, but he was twisting beneath the blankets.

I ran a soft hand over his forehead and cheeks. “Giova

Giova

“Giova

He sprung awake, eyes wild and cheeks flushed.

I had never seen Giova

My heart shattered into a million pieces.

“Giova

He reached out, smoothing down my errant hair. “Go back to sleep, Isabella.”

“You sounded like you were crying. You sounded afraid.”

Giova

“I would for you,” I said quickly. “I would endure the agony for you.”

His lips twitched. Giova