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“No... And I don’t like to feel!” she replies, taking on a grumpy face and drawing another laugh out of me.
“It’s not the end of the world, Ella… I think that’s normal when you’re as close to someone as the two of us have been, and in case you’re wondering, I’ve never felt like this too...But I’ve also never had the relationship with anyone that we both have, so I think it’s understandable.” She nods, agreeing.
“And what do we do with it?I mean, I can’t keep calling you just because...”
“Because you felt like it?”
“Yeah!” Her cheeks turn slightly red, and I fucking love the embarrassed expression on her face.
“And why not? We’re married, Antonella…”
“But not for real!”
“Oh, we’re not?” I raise my eyebrows, caught off guard by the statement. I thought we had this sorted out nights ago when we decided this would be a convenience marriage in every detail.
“No!” she responds bluntly and I smile a lot.
“Do we live in the same house?”
“We do, Marcos!But one thing has nothing to do with the other!” She rolls her eyes.
“Yeah, right… Ok! Tell me something, we see each other daily and... Have a friendly relationship, so to speak?” Antonella snorts as she answers.
“We do, Marcos!We are rational animals!” Her tone of voice is condescending and feigns exhaustion. I shake my head, agreeing with her reasoning, rest an elbow on my desk and lay my face in the palm of my hand, hiding the smile, because I want to catch her completely unarmed when I whisper.
“And we fuck like crazy every night, Antonella?We can’t keep our hands and mouths off each other in every goddamn second we spend together?” This time, her answer doesn’t come right away, because she gasps and licks her lips slowly. Antonella’s eyes are caught in a fog, and I’m sure where her thoughts have taken her. “Come on, wife! Every day, you also count every fucking turn that the clock hand gives, waiting for me to be inside you, as I do?”
“Marcos...”
“It’s a yes or no question, babe.” Her eyes close, a strong exhalation leaves her mouth, and when they open again, I’m absolutely sure I won’t be able to concentrate, even mildly, on absolutely nothing by the end of the day if I don’t hear them coming for me. “Where’s Isabella,Ella?”
“She went to the street market with Carmen...” she answers shakily as if she already had an idea of what I want.
“Are you alone?” Her answer is a nod, nodding in agreement. “Great... And what are you wearing?” Ella seems undecided just for a few seconds before the camera leaves her face and is redirected to her body wearing a flowery, wrap dress. I couldn’t have asked for better than that.
“Open the dress for me, babe?” My voice goes crazy and my cock is already painfully hard just by the images about everything I intend to see Antonella do.I get up and, taking my cell phone with me, walk to my office door.
“What are you doing?” Antonella’s voice is faltering, and her eyes blink several times.Her lips are wet from the constant licks she gives that are driving me crazy.
“Locking the door, I’m having lunch with my wife...”
“Marcos…” she whispers, and when her eyes close again, searching for a control I have no intention of letting her find, her throat swallows with difficulty.I’d love to lick the stretched skin.
“You know what I would like to do now, Ella?” I ask as I pass the key at the door and walk back to my desk.I smile at the screen when I press the button on the desk phone that connects me directly to my secretary.
“Yes, Mr. Valente,” Bruna answers me solicitously, and Antonella frowns when she hears the voice of a third person in our conversation.
“I don’t want to be disturbed until further notice.” I make a great effort to disguise the hoarseness of my voice.
“Under no circumstances, Mr. Valente?”
“Not even if the world ends!” I answer categorically and I’m sure I’m not imagining the satisfied sparkle in Antonella’s eyes.
“No, what?” She’s the one who asks when I walk to the black couch in the corner of my living room after hanging up with my secretary and confirming that I turned off the speakerphone.
“Lick your ear.” The words are said rhythmically, slowly and whispered. “The curve of your jaw, your neck, I want to bite your chin and lick your mouth before I stuck my tongue in it, Antonella...”
“Marcos…” My name in her mouth sounds almost like a prayer before she bites her lip and exactly like I said I’d like to do with them, lick them.
