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“Wake up, my bride,” I whisper in her ear, planting kisses down her neck and across her shoulder.

“No,” she mumbles, curling into me and snuggling closer.

“I ran a hot bath for you and I’m about to make you breakfast.”

She opens one eye and peers up at me. “Pancakes?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“It is.”

“Then let’s get you in the bath. I know you must be sore.”

“Just a little.” She shimmies her hips against me and I slide out of bed before I decide I need to fuck her again.

“Nope. Come on, my bride.” I lift her in my arms and carry her into the bathroom, lowering her right inside the waiting hot water.

She sighs on contact. “That’s nice. Are you going to join me?”

“I’m going to make you breakfast,” I remind her.

“You can do that after, can’t you? This tub is more than big enough for the both of us.” Mia runs her hands back and forth over the sides of the tub and bites her lip, giving me her sexy eyes.

“Is it?” Her eyes drop to my already half-hardened cock, which is getting harder the longer she stares. “Mia.”

“Hmm?” she hums, feigning innocence by fluttering her eyes at me. She’s become quite the little vixen over the past two days.

“You’ve learned I can’t resist you, haven’t you?”

“You’ve mentioned a few times how you’d do anything for me, so I thought that extended to this. If not…” She shrugs. “I can always just clean myself.”

“That’s an offer I’ll never turn down,farfalla.”

I climb in behind her and she settles against me, leaning her head against my shoulder. I grab the soap from the teak table beside the tub and lather the luffa generously.

Starting at her shoulders, I swipe down each of her arms, across her chest, and down the center of her breasts to her lower abdomen.

“Mmm,” she hums, her eyes closed.

I watch her nipples pucker as they peek out of the water with her every intake of breath, and I can’t resist giving her pussy a little scrub so she can feel the bite of rough pain with the pleasure.

Mia gasps and then moans. “Santino.”

“Shh, baby, let me clean my dirty wife.”

“Santino!” She slaps my leg and presses back into me, sloshing water over the lip of the tub and uncomfortably trapping my dick against her back.

I grunt in pain and she covers her mouth with her hand. “Oh, my God, I’m sorry! I forgot about…your…uhm…”

“Cock?” I offer, and she giggles.

“Yes, that.”

“Say it, baby,” I demand gruffly in her ear, running the luffa over her nipples again. “I like hearing your sweet mouth say dirty things.”

“Cock,” she whispers, and my dick jerks. “I felt that.”

I kiss the side of her neck. “I wanted you to. Your dirty words make my cock want to be inside you and stay there.”

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