I sit up straighter, the heat radiating off her body pulling me in like a magnet. “Lean forward,” I command, my voice dropping to a jagged edge. “Let me fuck your tits.”
Her eyes go wide, wider than I’ve ever seen them. “Luca!”
“Now, Aspen. You said it. Promised.Only for me,right?”
She lets out a shaky breath, her resistance crumbling under the weight of my command. She nods once, then leans forward, her eyes fluttering shut as she takes me between her breasts.
“Squeeze, my love. Squeeze me between your breasts.”
She squeezes as she begins to move, a slow, torturous slide up and down, offering up a new kind of adoration that she’s saved…only for her husband.
“Yes, my love. That’s it. You’re loving it, aren’t you?”
She closes her eyes, surrendering completely to the friction, the heat, and the beautiful filth of it. She is giving me a version of herself I knew she’d never granted another soul—a private door she’s kept under lock and key, now openonly for me. I could come just from the sight of her ruin.
“Fuck!” she cries out, her voice cracking.
“I know, my love. Me, too.” I rock into her, sliding between her breasts with a shameless, rhythmic brutality. “Open your eyes,” I command, and when she does, they’re dark with a hunger she can no longer hide. “Now, part your lips. Just a bit. Let me feel them against my dick while I’m fucking your tits.”
“Luca,” she gasps, her mind clearly spinning. “You’re so… dirty.”
“Great observation, but we aren’t talking about my mouth right now,” I growl. “I’m only concerned with yours, and why you aren't using those lips to massage my dick. Do as you’re told.”
The last of her defiance dies a quiet, breathless death as she finally gives in, her tongue darting out to stroke the head of my dick. I’m lost in the heat of her breasts and the wet graze of her mouth with every heavy thrust. One hand is tangled deep in her hair, my thumb pinned against the frantic pulse in her neck. The pressure behind my ribs hits a breaking point, a roar of need that only she can silence.
“Can I come on you?” I rasp, my voice breaking. “Let me mark you, wife. Let me come on your tits.”
She gives a frantic, silent agreement that nearly sends me over the edge then and there. I don’t waste a second. I release all over her breasts, the white heat of it splattering against her skin as she arches her back, offering herself up as a canvas for my climax.
I watch the mess of it settle against her skin, a brand she’s wearingonly for her husband.
“I’d write my name all over you if I could control what you’ve just dragged out of me,” I breathe, my forehead dropping to rest against hers as our breath mingles in the dark. “But I have to take care of you now, don't I?”
She just grins. “Yes, husband. I believe you do.”
Chapter Thirty-One
365 Days, Standard Sex + a High-Definition Climax
Aspen
Ihave watched the movie365 Daysthree hundred and sixty-five times, and even though I would say it was a good movie, I still couldn't tell you a single thing about the plot. All I know is that the lead was sexy as hell, and I’m fairly certain his commanding tone, and the specific way he saidBaby Girl, had everything to do with my five-star rating.
I never truly believed I’d meet a man capable of pulling that kind of surrender out of me. But something about Luca—his eyes, the rough edge of his accent, and...I won’t even lie to you...his dick. It changes lives. He could tell me the sky was purple and I’d probably just nod and agree.
For three weeks, we have played a game of cat and mouse, going back and forth to see who will give in first. He has been a perfect gentleman, while I have been walking around with the lady equivalent of blue balls.
Honestly, I don’t know how I held out for as long as I did. My body doesn't just whisper for him anymore, it screams.
I step back into the living room from cleaning myself off, still in a daze from what he just got me to do, and my beautiful husband is already hard for me again. He’s stroking himself as if I hadn’t just finished cleaning his release off my breasts.
I swear I’m not some kind of voyeur, but ever since I saw him stroking himself like that, I haven’t been able to stop looking. It’s dirty and delicious and… freeing. The raw, unashamed sight of his own hunger makes me ache for him all over again, and it leaves me wondering exactly what else he’s been hiding from me.
What is happening to me? I know I said I was enjoying the person I’m becoming with him, but now I’m not sure how far this goes, or if I’m even capable of stopping it.
“Come here,” he commands, his voice pulling me back under his spell.
I smile, then let out a small, breathless whisper. “The last time you issued that order—”
