Page 102 of Resolute

He’s going to make me self-combust if he doesn’t get inside me soon.

“You’re not wrong, wife. I can’t wait to taste you.”

He looks for a way to untie my dress, but I know it is going to take time.

“Vicente. It’s laces, we need to do it well, otherwise, it’ll take hours to get me out of this dress.”

He growls, but he’s on a mission. Determined, he turns me around and places kisses on my shoulders as he starts untying the laces.

My hands go behind me, trying to touch him, to feel him, while he works on my dress. The moment I find what I’m looking for, I tug, and Vicente moans.

Oh my goodness, he feels so big. I’ve been celibate for far too long. Wetness pools in my panties, and all I can do is squirm in place. I’m so ready for him, it’s borderline painful.

“Done,” he says, pulling my dress down.

I step out of it and turn around to face him.

“You’re a fucking vision, Camila Godoy,” Vicente says as he goes for my lips and a rush of pride runs through me as I hear him calling me by his name.

I feel a riot of butterflies taking off in my belly. The need for this man to own me, to claim me—it’s an aphrodisiac.

He walks me a couple of steps until the backs of my legs hit the bed, and I let myself fall onto it. I’m only wearing my underwear, while Vicente is still fully dressed.

He leans forward, ready to climb on top of me, but I lift a finger and wag it from side to side. “Nuh-uh. You’re wearing too many clothes.”

He stares at me, momentarily dazed, then looks at himself and huffs.

“Fuck, you’re right,” he mutters.

I chuckle at how wild he looks right now, but my chuckle dies the moment he starts to undress. First the tailcoat flies off, followed by his tie. He’s too desperate to undo the buttons on his shirt one by one, so they all go next in one hurried motion.

When he unbuckles his belt, I squeeze my legs, trying to find some sort of relief. The whooshing sound of the leather against the fabric of his trousers sends a shiver through my spine.

He throws the belt on the bed, and once he unbuttons his trousers, they come off along with his briefs in one swift move.

Holy mother of everything that’s holy. This man is huge.

I know I haven’t seen a dick in many, many years, but wow. Vicente is hung—and can I add, his dick is gorgeous? Big, thick, and with a very prominent vein running from tip to bottom—my mouth waters at the sight and I lick my lips in anticipation.

A sexy smirk spreads across his lips, and when I try to sit up to taste him, he raises a brow and shakes his head.

“No, wife. I cannot wait to taste you.”

He lowers himself in front of me, and all I can see is his head spreading my legs.

I tug at his hair, and he bites the inside of my thigh. He really is trying to kill me, surely. I can’t find another explanation for all the teasing he’s making me go through before he makes me come.

Suddenly, I feel something cold teasing my core, and I frown.

What is he doing?

He moves my panties to the side, and then I feel it again—something cold and rigid.Is that metal?

I lift my head up, and when I see what he’s using, my mouth falls open.

“Did you think I was going to tie your hands with my belt? he asks, rubbing my clit with the buckle.

I nod, unable to form words. I’m not the most experienced girl, but I’ve never heard or read anyone using a belt buckle during foreplay. I must say, though, it works.

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