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I can feel his heart pounding a steady rhythm that aligns with the throbbing of my core. I know he’ll take care of me soon, so this is my time to admire him and give him just a piece of the appreciation he’s shown me.

I rake my nails down his chest and he shivers under my touch, hissing out another short breath that turns into a dark chuckle.

“I didn’t realize you’d have a little sadistic side,farfalla. But that evil little satisfied grin you’re wearing tells me there’s so much to explore with you that you don’t even know is possible yet.”

“Good thing I have you to show me.” I slide my hands up and over his shoulders, pushing his shirt off.

“I’ll show you anything you desire, Mia. Anything. Whenever you want.”

Leaning forward, I plant a kiss in the center of his chest, the desire to feel his skin on my lips too great to ignore any longer. “I know.”

“Good,” he says, his voice strained.

I lean back on my hands to admire him. From his disheveled hair, down to his hips between my thighs, and back up. I take in every inch of his solid frame, and when I hold my hands up to touch his forearms, I look into his blazing eyes and wait for his small nod of approval before touching him.

I skim my fingers up both of his arms, feeling his muscles bunch and release as I pass over them. He’s so strong. No wonder he was able to lift me over his shoulder just before like I weighed nothing at all.

I swirl my fingers on top of his shoulders and smile when he twitches as I go down his back as far as I can reach before coming back up and over his shoulders and down his chest and abdomen. His stomach muscles tense and twitch as I skim over them, and I can’t wait to feel them do that against my mouth as I kiss my way around his body.

I rake my nails over his ribcage and down across his hips, loving the tense set to Santino’s jaw. I know it’s taking everything in him to hold back and let me remain in control.

When I run my finger along the waistband of his sexy black boxer briefs, Santino presses his palms onto the marble countertop on either side of me.

“Mia,” he rasps, “I don’t think I can take you teasing me for much longer. Your hands on me have my cock so fucking hard, I’m having trouble seeing straight, let alone have a clear thought in my head that isn’t me begging you to wrap your delicate hand around my throbbing cock and making me come all over your soft thighs.”

I hook my finger under the elastic waistband and snap it against his taut lower stomach. “You don’t have to beg tonight,Santino,” I tell him, running my other hand up and down his thick forearm. “I want to touch you so badly. I just want to make sure you enjoy it.”

He presses his forehead to mine. “Trust me when I say that you touching me is enough, baby. Whatever you do. But I’ll guide you if you’d like.”

“Yes. Please.”

“Slide your hand into my boxers,farfalla.” The deep, gravel tone of his voice has me ready to do whatever he tells me to. I reach into his boxers and grip his cock, loving the hot, hard, and heavy feel of him in my hand. “Yes,” he groans. “Now squeeze a little.” I do as he says and he groans again. “A little harder, baby. Now slide your hand down to my tip. Use the cum that’s already leaking out of me as lubricant.”

I follow his directions as he gives them to me, and with how he reacts to my touch, I feel powerful. I have power over this powerful man. A man who did whatever he needed to in order to make me his, and now that I am, I see how much power I hold over my dear husband.

Feeling confident, I take control and glide my hand up and down his length, squeezing him just a little tighter each time.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “I’m almost there, Mia. Just–” he chokes, cutting himself off.

“I want to feel you come, Santino. Give me my reward.”

“Fuck,” he grunts again, and I grin, tilting my face up to capture his lips in a hot, wet kiss, as I pick up the pace and rub my thumb over the tip of his cock on each pass.

“Mia, Mia, Mia,” he chants.

Santino bites down on my lower lip and then groans long and low into my mouth as hot cum coats my hand.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he says when he catches his breath.

“Far from it,” I tell him. “But I’m glad you think so.”

Santino slams his lips against mine and demands entrance with his tongue right away, entangling his with mine in a way that’s possessive, claiming, and appreciative all wrapped together.

I wipe my hand against his boxers as I remove it and wrap my arms around his back, pulling him back against me. I rock against him, feeling his cock quickly grow hard against me again.

“Farfalla.” Santino grips my hips to halt my movements. “Is your pussy throbbing for me? Did making me come turn you on?”

“Yes,” I hiss, trying to move again, but he grips me harder to keep me still. “Santino,” I whine, “I ache even more now. I need you. I want you. Please.”

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