Page 41 of Vow to Me

“I’ve slept more in the past week than I normally would in a month,” I say with a shrug, and he stalks towards me, reaching me within three strides. He steps in between my legs, wraps his arms around my waist and presses a kiss to my lips. “I didn’t like waking up without you beside me, you should wake me next time.”

“You deserve rest too. Besides, I kinda liked being the first one up for once,” I say with a grin and take a sip of my coffee.

He reaches his hand up and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “Mmm, you missed out on waking up in bed with me though, is that really a good thing?” he says and takes my coffee from me, bringing the mug to his mouth and taking a sip.

“Depends. Are you over whatever ridiculous notions you have about touching me yet?”

“You want me to touch you wife?” he says and runs his hands up and down my thighs. “Have you missed me kissing you here?” He rubs his thumb over my clit above my panties.

“Have you missed tasting me Iz? Have you missed me fucking that tight little cunt until your walls pulse and you’re milking me dry?” He leans forwards and swipes his tongue up my neck. “Have you missed me making you scream my name while you fall apart underneath me?”

Luca brings his lips to mine and devours my mouth like he’s been starved and I’m his only source of nutrition. He tastes like my coffee and sin, I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him into a deeper kiss while moaning into his mouth.

“Do you need me baby? Do you need me to take care of the ache that’s been building all week while I haven’t touched you? Tell me, Izzy, did you touch yourself to thoughts of me fucking you? Spanking you? Teasing your clit with my tongue while finger fucking you?”

“Yes… all of it. I need you, Luca… please,” I moan and plead with him, desperate for him to touch me, fuck me, use me, just dosomething.

“Lie back, baby... I want my breakfast,” he whispers as he lowers me down so that I’m laid across the kitchen counter, ass to the edge while he removes my panties and presses kisses up my thighs before he reaches my sex and pressing an open-mouthed kiss to my clit, making me arch my back and moan his name,

“Fuck, Izzy. You’re fucking soaked,” he rasps against me before circling his tongue around the bundle of nerves and inserting two fingers inside me. “You need me to take care of you, huh?” he says between licks. “Say it.”

I groan and whimper while he continues working me with both his fingers and tongue. “Fucking say it, Izzy,” he murmurs against me.

“Yes… fuck. I need you,” I groan, and he increases his pace until I’m writhing beneath him, I need more, I need something, fuck. As if sensing I’m on the edge, he nips my clit with his teeth andthe sharp pain coupled with his fingers hitting my g-spot has me spiraling into an orgasm while bucking against him, coating his face with my juices as I cry out.

Once I come down from my high, Luca releases his grip on my thighs and helps me sit up. Before I can reach for him, he’s already turning his back on me pulling ingredients out of the fridge.

What the fuck is happening?

Like, seriously. What. The. Fuck

“What are you doing?”

“Making breakfast,” he says as if it’s obvious, but the smirk he throws at me from over his shoulder tells me he’s teasing.

“What if I wanted something of a different variety for breakfast?” I ask and flash my brows which makes him chuckle.

“Trust me, I’d love nothing more than have you drop to your knees and fuck your mouth with my cock until I’m coming down your pretty throat or flip you over and fuck you in the middle of this kitchen. But we have plans today, and you need to eat,” he says and tips his head towards the bedroom in aget a move on gesture. I sigh before hopping off the counter, I press a kiss to his cheek as I pass him before leaving him in the kitchen to get ready for the day.

I must still be in my post-orgasm high because I didn’t even bother to ask what these plans we have are.

Shopping

Fucking shopping.

Does he not know me at all? Or is he just trying to fucking torture me?

After we ate breakfast and Luca took a quick shower, he drove us from the island to Capri on a speedboat, where I’m now standing in the middle of Louis Vuitton, wondering whether the locals would mind if I strangled my fucking husband for bringing me here.

This is my worst fucking nightmare, we’ve already been to three different stores where I followed Luca around as he picked up different dresses, shoes, bikini’s and what-the-fuck-ever else caught his eye that I apparently need.

“Tomasso couldn’t pack you much because you didn’t have much to begin with. We’re here to remedy that.”He said as if I gave a fuck about the size of my closet or which brands of clothes I own.

I grew up with more than enough money, wearing clothes that I hated because my father wanted me to dress like the other girls my age in our circle did.

I’d be perfectly content wearing an oversized tee and a pair of shorts from Target, but no. Of course, that isn’t good enough.

“Is this the part where you start trying to change me? Dress me up like a doll, use me as your plaything? What’s next, you start telling me what I can and cannot say when were in public, telling me how to act? This is how it starts you know,” I say with a raised eyebrow.

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