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“Baby, you’re already gone,” he fires back, his eyes dark with want.
The moment I reach him, I gingerly place my hands on his face and kiss him. It’s unsteady, but when he slides his hands around my waist and pulls me onto his lap, the kiss heats up. His tongue slides into my mouth, and I let him take the lead, giving him everything. I’ve wanted this moment right here for such a long time.
He pulls back from the kiss, and I’m breathing heavily. Clinging to him, wanting more and praying that this doesn’t stop here. I don’t think I can take it if he stops. His hand goes to the hem of my dress, and he pulls it over my head. I’m not wearing a bra.
He glances down at my breasts and gives me a salacious grin. He leans down, his eyes filled with so much heat I’m left breathless from the look. The second his lips close around my nipple, I release a ragged breath. I cling to him, my fingers clenching at the little hair on his head that he has. My body is humming with need. I suck in a deep breath as his tongue circles around the hardened nipple. He sucks hard on my breast, and I can’t help but gasp when his teeth brush against my nipple, adding pain to the pleasure.
“Gonna show you just how much I fucking want you,” he grunts, pushing me down onto the couch and ripping my panties off my body. “You’re beautiful,mia amata, so fucking beautiful.”
My cheeks heat at his words. I still struggle taking a compliment. I can’t help it. Having someone praise me isn’t what I’m used to.
He runs his finger along my slit, and I practically jump off the couch when he pushes a finger inside of me. I release a long, low moan as he slowly beings to finger-fuck me.
“So fucking good,” he growls around my breast. His teeth nip at my nipple.
I grind down against his finger as he continues to fuck me, mixing it up between just one finger or adding another. It’s not long before the heat rises through my body like an inferno.
I can’t help but whimper as he pulls away from me. “Don’t worry, baby,” he whispers, brushing his hand along my jaw. “I’ve got you,” he assures me.
He moves to the other breast, giving it just as much attention as the other. I can’t help but go in search of what I need. I’m giving into my desire, needing to do what feels right. I reach for his pants, unsnapping his fly and reaching for the waistband of his boxers. He lifts up slightly, giving me better access to reach for what I need.
I free his cock and wrap my hand around his thickness, my movements uncoordinated and gentle.
“Tighter,” he says through gritted teeth. “You won’t hurt me, baby. But fuck, you’ve got to wrap your hand tighter.”
I do as he says, and he begins to thrust into my hand. He switches between nipping at my nipple and sucking, and I feel my body climbing once again. I’m praying he doesn’t stop this time. I can feel my orgasm getting closer.
I feel better, less awkward. My grip tightens on his cock, and I begin to move my hand in sync with his thrusts. He releases a strangled groan as my hand slightly twists. The sound spurs me on, and I do it again. Up and down, and twist. He releases a snarl, pulling back from my breasts and looking deep into my eyes. The hunger is there, so fucking clear to see that it sends goosebumps over my body. My stomach clenches as heat pools between my thighs.
“Please,” I whisper. I need him.
He grits his teeth as he gets up off the couch, stripping out of his clothes. His gaze firmly on me as he does. I can’t stop looking at him. He’s so damn handsome. Even with those awful scars, he’s by far the most beautiful man I have ever seen.
He looms over me as he climbs back onto the couch. “You’re so fucking precious,” he snarls. “Fuck,” he says, lining up his cock at the entrance to my pussy.“Così bella, mia amata, così fottutamente perfetta. Mia moglie. Tutta mia,” he snarls in Italian, and I can’t breathe. I love when he speaks to me in that amazing language. Hearing the words roll off his tongue is by far the sweetest sound in the world. (So beautiful, my beloved, so fucking perfect. My wife. All mine.)
His lips descend on mine as he thrusts hard. His cock stretches me open as he plunges deep inside of me. The feel of his cock inside of me doesn’t scare me. In fact, I crave it. The kiss intensifies as he stares at me, his gaze not once wavering as he fucks me hard and fast. I’m completely lost in him. I love him so much.
I wind my hands around his neck, loving having him this close to me. Never has anything felt this good.
“God,” I cry out as he thrusts into me, once again my pleasure rising, my entire body tense as a bow as it grows rapidly.
“Not God,” he growls. “Who’s fucking you, baby?”
“Elio,” I cry as he thrusts harder than before.
“Try again,” he grunts.
“You,” I whimper.
He rotates his hips and delivers another deep thrust. “Try again.”
“My husband,” I cry out.
His grin is filled with triumph as he picks up his pace.
“Yes,” he growls. “Wife.”
He brings his lips to my neck. I feel the loss of his eyes, but when he sucks on the skin at my neck, I buck against him, unable to stop my reaction to it. My vision blurs, my nails scrap along his back, and I grind against his cock. His teeth nip at the skin as he continues to suck.
