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She hung onto his shoulders and watched his lips as his tongue swiped across her breasts in one fluid motion.
“Walk over to the bed and bend over it so that sweet little pussy is open for me. We’re just getting started.”
She walked the few steps to the bed and slowly bent over it. Excitement bubbled in her chest, desire making her extremities tingle.
His deep, sexy voice slid over her, “Slide your legs open wide, sweetheart, and put your hands behind your back.”
She eagerly did as she was told, loving the new adventures he took her on when they ventured into this sexual play. He removed his tie and wrapped it around her wrists. She tested the tightness; it wasn’t bad. The soft silk felt cool on her skin.
“You’re so beautiful, Sam. Look at you bent over with your legs spread with your heels on and my tie binding your hands. Perfect.”
She felt his palms slide up her legs to her ass. He squeezed each full globe with his hands, massaging them. His thumbs pulled her open, and she felt his tongue, hot and firm, sliding into her pussy. A loud groan escaped her. He slid his tongue further into her pussy, in and out, fucking her with his tongue. He slid one palm between her and the bed and found her clit rubbing circles over it while continuing to tongue her entrance. It was so erotic that she began to tremble. The heat built fast and she exploded in his mouth.
Her ragged voice sounded foreign to her, “Gray, that feels incredible.”
Then she felt him lick all the way up and over her anal entrance.
“Oh.”
She heard a zipper, and his pants hit the floor. She could hear clothes rustling and more clothing dropping. She heard a drawer open and close and something squirt. She felt pressure at her anal opening as Gray rubbed around it.
“Open up for me baby, let me in.”
Sam tried to relax as she felt Gray push his thumb into her ass.
“So pretty.”
Then she felt his cock slide into her pussy with one push.
“Oh, Gray,” she huffed out. The emotions running rampant through her were dizzying. Her skin felt like she was on fire, the multiple sensations from her husband pleasuring them both almost overwhelming.
“Gray ... baby ...”
He sucked in a breath. “Let go, baby … come for me again.”
She moaned out her pleasure, and he thrust harder and faster. She closed her eyes as the fire roared through her, her climax racing toward its end. She cried out. It hit so fast she heard his ragged voice in exclamation—though unintelligible—then his long groan as he pushed into her and froze, spilling himself into her.
36
“Wake up baby; we’re about to land.” He kissed the top of her head, resting sweetly on his shoulder.
She lifted her head, her sleepy eyes locked on his. “You need to buckle up again, sweetheart.”
She sighed and nodded.
“Everything all right?” he asked.
She leaned her head against the back of the seat. “Yes, I just can’t believe it’s over so soon.”
They’d spent two amazing weeks in Tuscany, Italy on the outskirts of town in a private villa with a housekeeper/cook named Bianca, and her husband Tony, who was the caretaker of the villa. Tony and Bianca had a little house on the property. They were in their early sixties and had lived at the villa and worked there for forty years. Their children had grown and gone. They had eight grandchildren and were expecting another.
Bianca was an amazing cook, and Sam had learned to make some great meals. Bianca sent her home with the recipes and plenty of tips. They had spent one full day cooking with Bianca at the villa because it was raining and they were tired from running around every day. Needing a restful day, Sam had asked Bianca during breakfast if she would share a few recipes. Bianca smiled and agreed to show them a few tricks. They spent the day cooking, and they had a fabulous day. They drank wine the whole day, sipping as they cooked. By the end of the day, they both had plenty of wine and food and were exhausted. They went to bed early, made love, and fell asleep. Probably one of his favorite days on their honeymoon.
After Bianca made breakfast each day, she left the house until he and Sam left. If they didn’t leave, she would come into the villa through the kitchen and make lunch and leave again until it was time to make supper.
The villa was spectacular, boasting a library with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves containing any book you’d ever want to read. The den was very warm and inviting—the old wooden desk faced the doorway to the room. There was plenty of space on the desk for spreading out work as well as a credenza with equal space. Across the room sat a smaller table and chairs for meetings or work.
The living room was old-world Italian furnished with beautiful overstuffed furniture and an antique armoire hiding a modern television set. Three spacious bedrooms, with ornate pieces of wooden furniture and two bathrooms, each had showers to die for and top-of-the-line fixtures. The kitchen was massive and was filled with the best quality appliances and modern fixtures. They bought several cases of wine and had it sent home, as well as souvenirs for the entire family and a few pieces of art for the house.
