Page 63 of Unforgivable Ties

“But there is one last thing I want.”

He sat the cuff links on the table. Then, he reached down to the floor and grabbed the bow I had discarded from the wrapping on my gift before finally sticking it to me.

“Really?” I giggled as Vincenzo adjusted the bow on my head, squinting at his work.

“Mhm.”

The playfulness in his eyes was replaced with an intensity that had my breath catching in my throat. He looked at me for a moment, his piercing gaze holding mine. Then his hands moved to either side of my face before pulling me in for a deep kiss.

“Should I have my gift in the bedroom?” he asked, placing kisses along my jaw. “Or maybe on the sofa?”

His hands trailed further down my body, gently playing with the elastic of my underwear. He dipped one hand in and gave my ass a gentle squeeze.

I could tell he wasn’t going easy on me today. There was no way the sofa would work.

“I think the bedroom would be a nice place to a enjoy a gift,” I whispered, leaning into his chest.

Vincenzo hoisted me up, and I wrapped my legs around him. His kisses down my neck were messy as he navigated the two of us down the hallway. As he slipped his finger through the crotch of my panties before we reached the bedroom, I was sure he wouldn’t be going easy on me.

Vincenzo

Stephanie giving me cuff links engraved with her initials had stirred something inside of me. Yes, it was an accident, but being given something that branded me as hers gave me an immediate urge to bury myself inside of her.

Her panties were a hindrance as the two of us made our way towards the bedroom. I wanted to touch her, to make her moan my name. Our lips met passionately as I pulled her tightly against me, my hands barely able to contain the desire I felt for her.

We reached the bedroom, and she surrendered herself to me, her body yielding beneath mine as I slowly removed the barrier that was her lingerie. Even though I had seen her naked many times now, the sight of her bare body made me let out a groan each time.

“Gorgeous,” I murmured, running my thumb up her slit.

Her soft whimper only served to heighten the anticipation, the room filled with a palpable desire with both felt. She let out a soft moan as I trailed my thumb up her slit again until it reached the bundle of nerves.

She reached up, her fingers digging into my back as she pulled me closer. I could feel her warmth seeping into me, igniting the primal instinct to claim her as mine and no one else’s.

As I slid a finger into her, I felt a shudder run through her. Her nails dug deeper into my back, and her breath hitched in her throat at the pleasure I was bringing her.

“Unfortunately, I think you’re only getting one hickey right now,” I said, pressing my lips against her clit. “I really want to enjoy my gift.”

She whimpered as I flicked my tongue across her sensitive nub. Each flick was met with a sharp intake of breath, her gasps echoing through the dimly lit room. Her hands moved from my back towards my hair, weaving her fingers through it as she guided me closer, deeper.

As my tongue made soft strokes against her clit, her body started to tremble and twist beneath me. Her legs locked around my head, the silky smoothness of her thighs pressing against my ears.

“I’m so close,” she whined, grinding her pussy against my mouth.

I increased my pace, my lips and tongue working in tandem to draw out her cries. Her grip on my hair tightened, her back arching off the bed as she neared her peak. She was panting, writhing against the sheets, lost in the overwhelming wave of pleasure.

My last thread of control broke as I tasted her climax, her body trembling with ecstasy, as she surrendered everything to me. The sight of Stephanie writhing under my touch was a vision I would never tire of.

As she came down from her high, I kissed my way to her inner thigh. It was littered with marks from previous encounters, reminders of our nights together and the absolute highs Ibrought her to. I had started to run out of space, so I sucked over an old, almost faded mark.

“I need you, Steph,” I muttered, my voice hoarse with desire. My fingers traced the contours of her body, down her heaving chest and along her hips.

A soft whimper, half plea and half desperation spilled from Stephanie’s parted lips. Her gaze found mine, her eyes dilated with desire. “I need you too,” she whispered back.

Her words were like a spark to dry tinder, igniting a flame in me that consumed all rational thought. I reached to the nightstand to grab a condom, ready to be inside of her.

“Um,” she said, nibbling her fingernails. “I’m on birth control. We don’t have to use them, if you’re okay with that.”

I had always used condoms in the past. But Stephanie wasn’t some random woman I’d had a one-night stand with. She was the woman who consumed my thoughts, my dreams, my every waking moment. I trusted her completely.

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