Page 41 of Angelo

"What's wrong?"

"I..."

"What?"

"I need you," whispered Alessandro.

Elyse's mind felt foggy with slumber, but heat rolled through her core. "Oh, Alessio…”

The sun hadn't yet risen. Their bedroom was still dark. Elyse's senses rose to full alert. Alessandro's chest was pressed up tightly against her back. His arms were wrapped around her as he roused her body in this sweet, sensual torment. He began playing between her legs, strumming and circling her clit. His other hand was twisting and teasing her nipples.

Elyse opened her mouth to protest, but he pressed a finger to her lips. His eyes darted toward the music box to remind her to stay quiet.

The box sat on top of a dresser located across the room. Their nakedness was hidden in shadows and under blankets, but, even without a camera locked on them, Elyse couldn't help feeling as though they were still exposed. Alessandrodidn't seem to care, though. Her text about the microphone must have emboldened him.

Depraved bastard.

She hissed softly, "Is this a really good idea?”

Elyse had assumed they’d only be fucking outside of their bedroom.

"Only ghosts are awake at this hour," her husband murmured back. "Just stay quiet,cuore mio. And be very, very still.No matter what I do."

From behind, he slid his hard cock between her thighs in painstakingly slow increments, gliding his length along her wet folds and swollen clit. Elyse swallowed a whimper of pleasure. At this angle, in this position, the way his hardness protruded from theVof her softness felt deeply erotic. He clasped her wrist to guide her hand toward his cock. The thick, throbbing length was now entirely hers to fondle.

"Per favore," Alessandro whispered.

"But—"

He swore in even softer tones, "No one will know."

"The blood has clearly left your brain—”

“Do not worry. It has gone to a happier place.”

“I don’t think you’re thinking clear—"

Each protest faded into the night as his fingers continued to pluck at her clit—sweetly, sweetly, so fucking sweetly—until lust overcame restraint. Her cunt grew slicker with every caress. She struggled to stay quiet and still under the covers. In time, Elyse surrendered to the mounting madness, gripping her husband's cock in her fist. She started to pump him with careful, restrained movements as he pleasured her pussy.

As they played, her body screamed for release, but Elyse couldn't let herself come. The music box kept taunting her.

"Dios, I want you," she panted in low, gasping tones, "but not like this."

It was no longer possible to stay silent. It felt unthinkable to be still. She couldn’t fake indifference anymore. This shit felt all too real and much too good.

Alessandro's fingers stilled on her clit, but his cock twitched against her hand as though in protest. “Should I stop?”

"No."

“Thank fuck.”

“But don’t listen to me,” Elyse gasped quietly. “I’m not thinking clearly, either.”

Her husband cursed again in frustration. With a pained expression, he removed his fingers, dripping with her slickness. His dick looked angry and hard as she let him go.

"Later," promised Elyse.

“This must be what hell feels like,” he sighed.

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