Page 114 of Diavolo

She lapped at his hard, throbbing flesh, delicately, alternating between sweet, soft kisses and light, teasing licks for the next few minutes. Every time his hips rose in an attempt to thrust himself into her mouth, however, Elyse would pull away for a few seconds, as punishment, and let him pant and suffer without her touch. After a few more times, her husband learned to behave and play by her rules.

Still, Alessandro looked increasingly pained as he restrained himself, trying to submit to her will amid his mounting lust. He struggled to keep his hands locked behind his head. His hips and thigh muscles kept tensing and jerking in response to her movements. When Alessandro seemed to be fast approaching his wit's end, Elyse showed him some mercy and sucked on histaut, heavy balls—first, drawing in the right sac, then, the left one—while running and twirling her tongue all over them and pressing them against her cheeks.

"Per favore, cuore mio,"Alessandro pleaded, "I need—"

Pulling away for a moment, she whispered, "This?"

"Fuck,"he hissed as Elyse finally swallowed the head of his cock into her mouth.

"Sì, sì, sì,"Alessandro grunted some more with glazed, desperate eyes.

Elyse sucked him fast and hard, bobbing her head up and down, while keeping her hands clamped around the base of his cock, squeezing firmly to prevent him from coming too soon. She released his weeping head from her mouth a moment later and moved to straddle his waist. Elyse bent down to kiss her husband's neck and jawline, purposely avoiding his mouth because she knew it would drive him crazy.

Alessandro began eyeing her lips obsessively, turning and tilting his face this way and that way, trying to kiss her. She dodged him each time. Elyse ignored his grunts of protest and instead sank down onto his thick, solid hardness, inch by inch, until her pussy enveloped him entirely.

Alessandro's eyes rolled in pure, elevated bliss as Elyse proceeded to ride him. He groaned and gasped her name over and over again. A sheen of sweat gathered on his skin. His muscles tightened as he fought to hold himself at bay. Through it all, Elyse maintained a painstakingly slow, sensual rhythm and reached down with one hand to play with her clit while her hips snapped and rolled above him. This leisurely, unhurried dance was a direct contrast to the intensely crazed fucking he had given her earlier.

As Elyse felt his cock twitch and tighten within her walls, she again pulled away. She wanted to prolong their pleasure for as long as possible. To escape their reality for as long as possible.Alessandro, however, didn't seem to share her sentiments. With wild eyes, her husband half-argued, half-begged, "No, no, no... you cannot do this to me!"

"You can come," she murmured, "after me."

His eyes narrowed to slits. "Is that so?"

"Yes."

"Your cunt on my mouth," he growled, "now."

His words sent a flare of heat rocketing through her core. Within seconds, Elyse crawled over Alessandro's broad chest and planted her knees on either side of his face. His brown and blue-gray eyes blazed with desire. Alessandro gazed upon her sex like a wandering nomad chancing upon a desert oasis.

This time, when he didn't ask for permission to move, Elyse said nothing, did nothing, because her mind and body had also fallen into an equally frenzied state of arousal. His arms came around her thighs to pull her closer. She let him. His mouth locked onto her clit—sucking, sucking, sucking—until the pleasure felt so intense that Elyse could barely stay upright, then, came his talented tongue, swirling around her fleshy pearl and lapping along her lower lips and folds like a man on a mission. He brought her to her climax within minutes and held her through every cry and every shudder.

As her disorienting euphoria drifted back to order, Elyse dragged her jelly-like body off of her husband's face and chest and back to the mattress, propping herself up on her hands and knees. She glanced over her shoulder to Alessandro with an inviting gleam in her green eyes. She spread her legs and flaunted her sex at him in a teasing manner.

"Now, you may fuck me," Elyse said, "as hard as you want, as long as you—"

She gasped as Alessandro grabbed her by the hips and rammed his cock into her with lightning speed and god-like precision. Pleasure shot through Elyse all over again as herhusband began to pump into her without restraint, pistoning in and out in a frenetic blur. Alessandro leaned over to murmur in her ear,"Sei una tale fottuta provocatrice, lo adoro, ti amo, Dio mi aiuti..."

She was too far gone to even try and decipher a word of his Italian.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," Elyse whimpered as he hoisted her hips to a higher angle, allowing his cock to hit a very sweet and sinful spot inside her. "That's good, so good, yes, yes, yes, right there!"

But, then, she remembered something important. "Shit! Condom!"

Alessandro mourned in dismay, "Oh, fucking hell!"

He pulled out right away. Over the next few seconds, Alessandro finished himself off, fisting his cock and coming all over Elyse's back and ass in hot, powerful spurts. Elyse reached between her thighs to find release as well.

Afterward, Alessandro helped Elyse clean up and then, as always, drew her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her in a protective, possessive embrace. He kissed her temple. Elyse laid her head against his chest, resting her ear upon his heart, as the calm of their afterglow warded away reality. For a moment longer, the rise and fall of their breaths became the end all and be all of their existence. Every heartbeat brought them closer together. Peace filled Elyse. Sadly, though, the moment didn't last. As their pleasure faded away, tension returned to Alessandro. She felt it in the tightening of his muscles as he held her. Concerned, Elyse asked, "Are you… okay?"

"No."

"How come?"

His answer caught her off guard, "Because I was so fucking wrong."

Elyse glanced at Alessandro, studying him carefully. What the post nut clarity fuck was this? Her husband didn't look upsetanymore. He didn't sound upset, either. In fact, he appeared to be very much his normal self again. But alarm didn't die down. "About what?"

He grimaced. "Us."

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