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“That can be arranged,” she offers, and my dick jumps again, wanting that more than anything.

“I wish, my bride, but you’re sore, and I’m here to take care of you right now.”

“I’m not stopping you from doing that, am I?” she asks innocently, gently leaning back against me again.

Smiling, I continue to wash her flawless skin. My arms are only able to reach down to her knees, so Mia takes the luffa from me and gets the rest of her legs and feet, then hands it back to me. I slide it back up her thighs and she brings her knees up, letting them fall to the sides.

I swirl my tongue around the shell of her ear. “Is that an invitation,farfalla?”

“Mmhmm.” Mia wraps her arm up around my neck, raising her perfect tits out of the water so I can see how fucking hard her nipples are and how desperate she is for more of my touch.

Goddamn.

I hoped she’d need me like this, and it’s a goddamn revelation to have the only wish of my life come true.

I run the luffa over her pussy and Mia shudders, lifting her hips to meet my hand.

“Hold still, my bride, or you’ll splash water everywhere. Let me take care of you.”

“I can’t help it,” she practically whines, and I smile.

She has me doing a lot more of that, too. Smiling. Nothing much in my life had me smiling before Mia. She’s given me a new purpose in life and I’m never letting her go.

I continue to work her up with the luffa, her hips rocking along with me.

I bite the side of her neck and she moans. “Play with your tits, Mia,” I demand, and her hands immediately cup herself. She kneads her mounds and I bite down on her neck. “Now pinch your nipples.”

I rub her faster and she does as I tell her, pinching and rolling her hard peaks between her fingers.

“It’s…” she pants. “I need you to…” she starts to say, then stops.

“Tell me what you need.”

“I need you inside me. I feel empty.”

Fuck.

Her confession has my dick leaking and aching to be back inside her.

“I don’t have a condom in here,” I rasp, pushing the luffa away and replacing it with my fingers, rubbing circles around her hard and swollen clit.

She shakes her head. “I don’t care. I need you.”

“Mia,” I growl. “You don’t know what you’re saying.” I slip two fingers inside her easily, and she clenches around me, trying to hold me inside her. “You know I’m all in with you. I’d have knocked you up two days ago if I thought that’s what you wanted, but you need time.”

“Stop insisting you know what I need.” I work my fingers in and out of her, then add a third finger, and she lets out a long moan. “Santino.” She moans my name and it’s so fucking sexy, I want to give in and give her what she’s asking for. “I’ve been on birth control since I was eighteen,” she admits.

I freeze. “What? Why?”

“Don’t stop,” she begs, but I keep still. “I had bad acne and horrible periods,” she finally tells me when I won’t move again. “It helps.”

“And you weren’t going to tell me that?”

“It’s not your business,” she says, trying to get herself off by continuing to play with her tits. I band my arm over her chest to keep her from doing just that. “Hey!” she protests.

“You don’t think it’s a husband’s business to know that his wife takes birth control?” She remains quiet, but tries to move her hips, so I remove my fingers and press down on her pussy so she can’t move an inch. “Especially when they’ve been having marathon sex for days and have gone through countless condoms. Are you telling me I could’ve felt my wife bare, with nothing between us, and you weren’t going to tell me?”

“I just did.”

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