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“No,dolce, it’s the other way around.” He cuts a scone in half, swiping a bit of jam on it, and holds a piece to my lips. “You’re going to have to eat at every meal,” he murmurs, his fingers brushing over my lower lip, sending a warm flush through me. “You’re going to need all the energy you have for the things I’m going to do to you.” I can hear the desire in his voice, as warm and soft as his touch is making me feel, and it makes my imagination run wild.
I’d never imagined that something like eating breakfast could be so sensual.
I squirm a little in his lap, licking jam off my lower lip, the tip of my tongue brushing his finger. “What sort of things are those?” I whisper, and Alessio smiles, cutting off a bit of sausage and feeding it to me. Something about the feeling of his fingers slipping between my lips, brushing against my tongue as he slides the food between them, has me almost trembling in his lap. Is it strange to be turned on by something like this? I have no idea—but I trust Alessio. I trust him more than anyone else that I know now—and there’s a sweet, blissful pleasure in that, in being able to trust that anything he does to me, with me, anything he makes me feel, is something I can enjoy without fear.
The flavor bursts over my tongue, filling my mouth as he traces the shape of my mouth, and I feel his cock swelling underneath me, his breath warm on my cheek as he lightly brushes his lips over my ear.
“You’re just going to have to find out. We’re going to have more lessons, Gianna—and this time, I’ll teach you what it is thatIwant.” He lets me feed him a bite, too; the two of us nestled together on the chair, and I notice that no one comes into the dining room. It makes me wonder if he told the staff to let us alone on purpose, and that suspicion is only confirmed when I feel him start to harden underneath me.
“I might ask you to kneel under the table and suck my cock while I eat,” he murmurs, one hand over my legs as he feeds me the scone bit by bit, holding me down against his hardening cock. “You might have my cum for breakfast before you eat anything else, and then sit there, wet and needy, until you’ve cleaned your plate. Then, if you’re a good girl, I might do this.”
I let out a soft gasp as he stands up suddenly, pushing the plates down the table as he lifts me onto the edge of it. I’d put on another of my filmy maxi dresses before coming down for breakfast, and he pushes the skirt up to my hips, spreading my thighs as his fingers hook expertly under the edge of my panties and pulls them to one side.
“If you’re my good girl, I’ll make you come just like this.” He sinks back down in the chair, his elbows holding my legs apart as he lowers his face between my thighs, his tongue sliding up between my folds in a hot, wet line that makes me cover my mouth with one hand as I grip the table with my other. “Keep quiet,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my clit. “Or the staff will hear you. How would you feel about that, my sweet girl? Having all the household staff knowing you’re getting eaten out on the breakfast table?”
The gush of arousal between my thighs is all the answer he needs. I hear his low, growling chuckle as he presses his mouth to my pussy again, his tongue circling and fluttering over my clit as he sucks and licks at the swollen flesh. It’s not the slow build of last night—this is faster, more urgent, pushing me to an orgasm that he knows I’ll struggle to keep silent through, one hand gripping my hip as he devours me.
Anyone could walk in,I think frantically. It’s the only thing keeping me from coming, and it’s also simultaneously the thing shoving me headlong to the edge. The thought of one of the staff walking in and seeing me perched on the edge of the table with my husband’s head between my thighs sends jolts of searing pleasure through me with every movement of Alessio’s mouth. His hands tighten on my legs, the suction of his lips increasing until the pleasure is almost unbearable, and then I feel myself tip over, my thighs tensing and my knuckles going white where I’m gripping the table as the orgasm crashes over me.
Dimly, I hear a plate hit the floor where it must have been jolted off, but I don’t care. My entire body is flushed hot, my face burning with humiliation, because I know what I must look like, writhing and bucking against Alessio’s mouth as I come shamelessly in the middle of our dining room, my hand tightening in my husband’s hair.
My cheeks burn even hotter when he pulls back, and I see his lips and chin glistening, his freshly shaved jaw wet with my arousal. When he stands up, I can see how hard he is, and I spread my legs wider for him without thinking, aching to have him inside of me again.
Alessio chuckles. “You are a good girl,” he murmurs. “So quick to let me fuck you, just because you can see that I’m hard. But you’re too sore for a third round so soon. I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart. So we’re going to do something else instead.”
He moves the dishes on the table as I watch him curiously, his other hand undoing his belt and zipper, drawing his thick, throbbing cock out. I lick my lips, wondering if he’s going to let me put my mouth on him finally, but instead, he steps between my thighs, gently pressing me backward.
“Lean back on your elbows,dolce. Very good,” he adds, when I obey immediately, my forearms braced on the table. It pushes my chest up and out, my back arched enough that he has a perfect view of my breasts in the filmy material of my dress, and Alessio reaches up, tugging the straps down until the dress slips, pooling at my waist suddenly. I gasp as I’m suddenly bared from the waist up, my nipples instantly stiffening, and Alessio groans, his gaze hungrily taking in the sight in front of him as his hand moves over his stiff cock.
Anyone could walk in,I think all over again, my skin flushing with delicious, arousing embarrassment as Alessio nudges his cock between my thighs, rubbing it between the folds of my pussy.
“I’ll be gentle,” he murmurs. “You’re so wet for me, sweet girl. I’m going to get my cock all nice and slick, just like this—” he groans as he rubs his shaft through the dripping mess between my thighs, nudging the tip up until it bumps against my clit. I gasp, sinking my teeth into my lower lip to keep from moaning so loudly that someone might hear, and Alessio smirks.
“You’ll have to be quick, sweetheart, if you want to come like this,” he murmurs, nudging his cockhead against my clit again as he rubs himself back and forth against my pussy. “I need to come after tasting you, and I want to fuck those pretty breasts before I do.”
I stare at him, shocked. It’s not that Idon’twant him to do that, but it had never occurred to me. The thought of it is so lewd, so filthy, and it sends another jolt of pleasure through me at the same moment that he rubs the tip of his cock against my tender clit again. My head drops back as I start to shudder, another climax spreading through me as I fight not to moan aloud. It’s a smaller one, but my hips buck upwards, rubbing against his cock, and the sound Alessio makes as he pushes the swollen tip against my clit sends another wave of pleasure through me.
He steps closer, his hand rubbing his slick shaft as he angles it up against my chest, his hands reaching up to cup my breasts. I watch his face, fascinated, as it goes taut with pleasure, his hips jerking as he angles me so he can thrust upwards, my skin slick with my own arousal that he uses to lube the tight channel he’s created between my breasts.
“Alessio—” I breathe his name, moaning as I feel him start to thrust, fucking me with quick, short strokes. He gasps with each one, his eyes dark with lust, his fingers rolling and pinching my nipples as he holds me tightly around his cock.
“You can touch yourself if you want,tesoro,” he murmurs. “But it won’t take long for me to come.”
That turns me on, too—knowing that I arouse him so much, that he wants me so badly that it’s hard for him to control himself once he gives in to his own pleasure. My hand slips between my thighs without a thought, playing with my swollen, sensitive clit as Alessio fucks my breasts, his pre-cum adding to the slick wetness over my skin.
“I’m going to come all over your pretty breasts,” he growls, his cock thrusting faster now, the tip brushing against the hollow of my throat with each jerk of his hips. “I’m going to cover you in my cum,bellisima. I’m going to—”
I almost wish someone would walk in right now, that someone would see Alessio using me like this, so overcome by his own pleasure that he’s rutting on my chest like a beast, primal and desperate for his own climax. He thrusts against my skin, the heat of it making me flush even more, and my fingers roll and pinch my clit, wanting desperately to come one more time. If I don’t, I know I’ll have to wait until the next time we play.
It’s the sound he makes when he comes and the heat of his cum spurting over my breasts and throat, the feeling of him fucking them as he comes all over me with short, ragged thrusts punctuated by hoarse moans, that sends me over the edge. Nothing arouses me as much as Alessio’s desire, as much as his pleasure. I feel my clit throb under my fingertips as another small orgasm pulses through me, my lip bitten almost bloody to keep from screaming out my own pleasure in the middle of our dining room.
Alessio pulls back, breathless, his cock still half-hard between his thighs as he looks down at me. “Christ,” he swears, his gaze sweeping hungrily over my bare, cum-splashed breasts, my flushed skin, my still-dripping and swollen pussy exposed to his gaze where my skirt is pushed up around my hips. “You look like a fucking piece of art. I want to keep you like that on the lounge in my office, bare and spread out and covered in my cum, ready for me to use whenever I get hard again.”
Just thinking about that makes me moan, my pussy clenching at the thought, and Alessio’s eyes widen as he takes in my reaction.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “God, you’re fucking perfect.”
He reaches for a cloth napkin, gently cleaning off my chest as he tips my chin up to kiss him again, slipping himself back into his trousers when he’s finished. Tenderly, he slides my dress back up, fixing it so that I’m covered, and then he kisses me once more, so much sweetness in the kiss that it makes my heart ache.
