Snap!
“Get on your knees.” I demand.
She blinks once as she processes, then slowly and seductively moves off my lap to kneel on the floor, her hands folded in her lap. No instruction required.
She likes games.
I like to take control.
I spread my legs a little wider to accommodate her.
“Take out my cock,” I instruct, and her eyes gleam with desire.
She glides her hands up my thighs and gently runs her thumbs up either side of my erection before working to free me. I lift my ass to help her pull down my pants and boxer briefs.
Keeping her eyes on me, she wraps her hand around my hard length and raises onto her knees before bending to lick me from shaft to tip.
“I can’t wait for you to show me how good those luscious red lips look wrapped around my cock. Such a good idea, sweetheart.”
She swirls and sucks. And I thrust into her warm, wet mouth, enamored with the way her pillowy lips feel rolling down my shaft, leaving a smear of red in their wake.
“Yes, angel,” I say as I thrust into her, hitting the back of her throat. “I do think Seb is suspicious of us thanks to this wicked mouth.”
She hums, and we fall into a rhythm that brings me right to the edge of my control. “Tongue out,” I hiss, looking down at her beautiful face, cheeks colored the perfect shade of lusty pink. She complies, and I spill onto her tongue and chin. Her chest heaves, and I’m mesmerized by the sight of my cum dripping down my wife’s red lips.
“I’m no Picasso, angel, but goddamn, you look like my greatest fucking masterpiece painted in my cum.”
I use my thumb to push my essence into her mouth and she sucks, a devilish smile stretching across her face as she slowly uses her tongue to lick her lips clean.
“How do I taste, baby?”
“Like forever,” she says softly, leaning in to kiss me. “Here, taste it for yourself.”
I indulge her, because resistance is futile.
I dress while she takes a seat next to me and uses a tissue from her purse, cleans up, and reapplies her lipstick. I hand her a bottle of water from the cooling compartment in the car.
“I want you to come somewhere with me.”
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“The last time you surprised me, we ended up married.” She laughs, cupping my face. “Might be hard to top that.”
“We’ll see,” I say, raising my eyebrows at her.
I put the privacy screen down and give my driver the address of our destination.
Twenty minutes later, we’re stepping out of the car in front of Bang Bang. Chiara squeals and throws herself into me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I hoist her up so we’re eye level.
“Oh my God, Raf! How did you get an appointment!? This place has a waiting list years long.”
“You can thank Marco. He was here nearly every week for the six years Sophia was at college, so he’s almost a part owner,” I tell her with a laugh. Then I point to the small cut about my eye. “Besides, I lost a bet with Luca, and the wager was getting my virgin skin inked. I thought you might like to be here to hold my hand.”
She places her hands on my chest and beams up at me. “As your wife, it would be my honor to hold your hand while you pop your ink cherry.”
I kiss her forehead. “Well, lucky I booked us a twin room. I assumed you would want some fresh ink too.”
