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She took a long inhale with her eyes closed before opening them up again and almost searing me with that look. “I need to apologize to you.”
I knew it was coming. I saw the guilt consuming her the whole time she had to remain silent.
“No, Francesca. You don’t.”
“Yes, I do. I falsely accused you of breaking your own promises. I chose not to believe you.” She continued, her voice steady.
“I know what happened and how it looked.” I released my grasp on her neck and took both her hands in mine. “You had every reason to be suspicious. I betrayed your trust by not telling you about Jamie, it was only natural to believe your eyes instead of my words.” I reassured her as I brushed a loose strand of her silky black hair behind her ear, my eyes never leaving hers.
“I’m sorry.” She finally purred, looking down to her hands as if she were ashamed.
“No, no, no, Gattina mia.” I grunted, pulling her up to her feet and hooking a finger under her chin, making her look back at me. “I was very much to blame for all of this. I don’t want you feeling guilty for a damn second, okay? We’ve bounced out of it. You showed me your trust even before you knew the truth. That means the fucking world to me, Francesca.” I said before brushing my lips on hers in a sweet, innocent kiss.
“Let me make it up to you then.”
Francesca’s eyes suddenly gained a devilish spark that hit me right in the groin. She took her hands from mine and went on fiddling around in her purse before she came back to me.
Taking my hand, Francesca pulled me behind her towards the couch, the sway in her ass making it easy for me to read her mind.
“Take your clothes off and sit down. And from now on… no English.” She demanded with a smirk. It wasn’t like her to take the reins like this, but something in me was all too happy to oblige.
My pants were quickly adorning the wooden floor, together with my shirt and underwear. I watched as Francesca stripped to her black lacy underwear with a theatrical flare for my viewing pleasure that had my cock rising in excitement in mere seconds.
The anticipation alone was enough to have me as hard as a brick, but the sheer sight of this perfect woman was sure to make me go insane every damn time. Completely out of my mind.
Francesca placed her hands above my knees and spread my legs open, kneeling on the floor between them. Her dark eyes turned darker from her lustful intentions as she flashed a knowing grin while her hand raised to grab the base of my hardened cock.
She bent down, licking me from base to tip, making me hiss in pleasure.
“Fuck” I groaned, making Francesca stop right away.
“I said, no English.”
“Cazzo, Francesca.” Fuck. I repeated through gritted teeth, my jaw clenching tightly from the incredible feeling of her wet, warm tongue.
Francesca locked her gaze with mine before pulling me into her mouth, as far as she could go. It seemed that my Italian words were like an on button that immediately switched something inside of her. The image of my wife with her mouth full of my dick had my balls rising and contracting. It was fucking magical and diabolical in equal measures.
Before I could process the picture in front of me correctly, an overwhelmingly cold sensation radiated from my cock to the rest of my body.
“What the fuck?”
“I said no English. Do you want me to stop?” She pointed out again, her tone serious and commanding.
“No, continua, per favore.” No, carry on, please.
She drove my shaft back into her mouth. Again the same coldness filling my senses, heightening them beyond anything I’d ever felt before. Her hand slowly pumped up and down in sync with the movement of that perfect mouth of hers. The wetness of her tongue making me slide in and out perfectly.
My hand traveled to her hair, fisting it tightly, helping her move to the pace that either brought me more pleasure or eased me back before the point of no return.
She was too good at this.
The coldness of whatever she had in her mouth brought me to the brim sooner and more times than normal, in waves of frozen pleasure.
I had to concentrate harder not to lose control. I was hardly keeping it together when she shot her eyes up at me again, looking at me with my cock deeply buried in her mouth before she moaned. She fucking moaned, and my soul almost left my damn body with every wave of that sound that hit me.
“Francesca, piano.” Slowly. I growled, trying to make her slow down, pulling on her hair harder. My self-control was hanging by a fucking thread.
My words had the opposite effect, though. Francesca sped up her pace, pulling me further into her mouth and all the way down her throat. She gagged, and I pulled on her hair again, but Francesca was hellbent on making me come before I was ready.
