AllFreeNovel
Share Us
In a quick movement, my tongue slides along the entire erect limb, from the base to the head, I grab it and suck it lightly.My husband moans softly.This is far from satisfying me.
I lower my mouth, swallowing my cock slowly, sucking, circling it with my tongue.When its tip reaches the bottom of my throat, I swallow, and Marcos moans loudly.I suck hard, leave my cheeks deep, slide the delicious penis out of my mouth, raise my eyes, finding Marcos’ fixed on me.
“Holy shit!” A hand wraps my hair, and I repeat the movements over and over again, until Marcos is fucking my mouth, desperate for orgasm. “That’s fucking right, Antonella! Suck it so fucking good!”
I increase the intensity by sucking, licking and swallowing.Marcos’ grip on my hair becomes even stronger, and with one last thrust, he spills into the back of my throat.I swallow every drop.His gaze doesn’t miss any of my moves.When I sit on his hips, I can’t help but think of how gorgeous the bastard is.
The face, still drowsy, has reddish cheeks, the chest rises and falls at an uneven pace, the hairs are messy, and the rays of sunshine that seep through the window give them a more golden shade than they have ever been.
One of his hands slides from my waist to my breasts.First, he goes over them both, teasing my skin.Then the thumb chooses one and plays with the nipple. Marcos sits on the bed, leaving me in his lap.
The mouth comes to me, bites my lip.The nose strokes my face, neck and shoulder.The arm wraps around my waist.
“My turn…” he declares, and before I know it, I’m lying in bed, legs spread and Marcos’ head between them.
“We really need to get up and eat something other than each other,” I grumble, hours later, as my stomach growls with hunger.Marcos laughs.I look at his beautiful, smiling face.Maybe this is a good time... I narrow my eyes, investigating.
“I don’t want to talk…” He ruins my plans with the warning before I get a chance to say anything.
“Really, Marcos?”
“Really.” His tone is relaxed, almost uninterested. “And if you insist, I’ll lock myself in one of the other three rooms for the next two days, which would be a shame, because I’d really like to fuck you in every corner of this island before we leave.” Fingers glide down my arm lightly in a wide-open tease.
“Is this it, then? We fuck like animals, we don’t talk, we don’t solve our problems?You understand we’re married now, right?”
Marcos takes my leg off his and rehearses getting up.The relaxation and disinterest of seconds ago, abandoned.But I’m faster, I spin my body around and lie on top of him.
“You’re a fucking spoiled child!” I accuse.
“And I think I miss already when you pretended to be what you’re not…” I smile. “I’m not having this conversation right now, Antonella.So you can choose how you want to spend the next few days: with orgasms and without touching those fucked up subjects, or alone and without touching those fucked up subjects?” I snort, but instead of answering him, I kiss his mouth and bite his lower lip hard. “Sweet as lemon...” he grunts, sucking his own lip to relieve the pain when I release it.
?
“Hi, my love!” Sitting on the floor of the house’s living room, I nod to Isabella on the video call, and she smiles, excited to see me through the screen.
Well, maybe house is a euphemism.Surrounded by vegetation and sea, the building is huge, imposing, and its architecture mixes contemporary and classic elements.Marcos didn’t bother to give me a tour.So I walked around until I was satisfied.
There are three floors, ten suites, eight bathrooms, six rooms, an outdoor area with swimming pool, sauna, jacuzzi, gourmet space and easy access to the beach, in addition, of course, to the heliport and a small pier.In another situation, I would enjoy this place much more.One where Isabella was here with me in the first place.
“Mommy! You switched places with auntie Grazi!” I laugh. Her childish logic makes perfect sense, since today Grazi is at her side, and I’m behind the screen of a cell phone, literally, a reversal of roles.
After the whole situation at the wedding party, my friend didn’t want to leave Isabella.The only reason for this, at first, was that I could not explain to Marcos my trust in someone I had theoretically just met.
As if that was no longer an obstacle, she texted me that the next morning she would take Bella to her apartment.This morning, I called Carmen, authorizing everything.
I fully trust Carmen, but I know that Bella will feel much more comfortable spending days with her godmother, and that is what I explained to the lady who had made herself available with so much affection.She, once again, was extremely understanding and solicitous, asking me to let Grazi know that, for whatever the need, she would be available.
“I did, my dear, but just for a little while, soon Mommy’s coming back to kiss you! Tell me! What did you do today?”
“I had ice cream for dinner!” She turns in her godmother without even blinking, and I open my mouth, outraged.
“Graziella!”
“What? I’m her aunt! It’s my job to ruin your daughter!” defends herself with the biggest bald face in the world, and I deny it, without being able to believe it. Look, honestly…
“You frustrate me, Grazi! If she gets a belly ache at night, the lost night’s sleep will be all yours! All yours!”I grumble, not feeling a bit relieved about it, because, in the first place, I don’t want my daughter to have a belly ache.
“Don’t be dramatic! It was just a little ice cream!”
