I meet his eyes, my entire body aching with need. "I want you inside me."
"Fuck." He strips off his jacket, his tie, his shirt—each movement controlled despite the hunger blazing in his eyes. "On the bed. Now."
I scramble onto the mattress, and he follows, looming over me.
His mouth finds my neck, sucking and biting, marking me. "Mine," he growls against my skin. "My wife. My perfect little virgin."
His hands hook into my panties, dragging them down my legs, and then I'm completely naked.
He sits back on his heels, looking at me like I'm art. Like I'm treasure.
"Spread your legs."
I do, my face burning, and his eyes go dark.
"Gorgeous." One finger traces through my folds, and I arch off the bed. "So wet already. Is this all for me?"
"Yes. Only you."
"Damn right." He circles my clit with his thumb, and stars explode behind my eyes. "You're going to come on my fingers first. Then my tongue. Then my cock. Understand?"
I nod frantically, already so close to shattering.
"Use your words, baby."
"Yes. Yes, I understand. Please?—"
He slides one thick finger inside me, and I cry out.
"So tight." Another finger joins the first, stretching me. "Fuck, you're strangling my fingers. How are you going to take my cock?"
"I don't know," I sob. "But I want to. Please, Dante."
"That's my good girl." His thumb presses down on my clit while his fingers curl inside me and hit a perfect spot. "Come for me. Let me feel this sweet pussy squeeze."
The climax slams into me on command. I scream his name. My back bows off the bed, and he works me through it, prolonging the pleasure until I'm shaking.
"Beautiful." He withdraws his fingers and brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean. "You taste like heaven."
I'm still trembling when he lowers his head between my thighs.
"Wait." I reach for him. "What are you—oh god?—"
His tongue licks between my legs, hot and wet and obscene, and I nearly levitate off the mattress.
"Relax, baby. Let me worship this perfect cunt."
He devours me. There's no other word for it. He licks and sucks and nibbles until I'm writhing, my fingers buried in his hair, tears streaming down my face from the overwhelming sensation.
When his tongue pushes inside me, I come again—harder this time, my thighs clamping around his head.
He doesn't stop until I'm boneless and gasping.
"Please," I beg.
“Please, what? Tell me what you want.”
“You. I need you. All of you. Inside me.”
