Page 83 of That's Amore

He didn’t say anything.

“Stay the night with me.”

TWENTY-SEVEN

Dante

Iwanted to ask her if she trusted me. I wanted to ask her if this meant we were back together. I wanted to ask her a hell of a lot of things. Instead, I simply asked her to get naked because it had been months since I’d been inside her, and I wanted her with a madness that had been growing ever since she left me.

I looked at her body as she stood by the bed, the lights of Rome stroking her skin.

I kissed her soft, long as I cupped her breasts and heard her moans. I squeezed her plump tits hard and enjoyed her deep breaths. My other hand moved down to her slightly curved belly. She was naked, and I was still in my suit, though I had discarded my tie and jacket. It was erotic to feel her skin against my clothes.

I stroked her thigh before I touched the most erogenousspot on her body, her clit that was swollen, and found that she was wet, dripping for me.

I played with her clit, and she arched. I caught a nipple and pinched. She cried out, and I continued to rub her throbbing nub. “Look at me,amore.”

It took a moment for her to open her eyes, like they were too heavy. Her breathing was labored, and her hips moved against my hand.

“No moving,bella mia.”

“Why?” she protested.

“Because you’re at my mercy.”

I held her hip with almost bruising intensity to hold her still. I played with her pussy and groaned as I slipped a finger inside her tight heat. Fuck, but I’d missed this. Missed her. I spread her juices on her clit, and her legs began to shake.

“Si, come for me, Elysa. Come for your husband.”

Her whimpers became louder as I slid in first one, then two, and finally, three fingers, rasping against that velvet spot inside her that I knew drove her over the edge. I wanted her to come. I wanted to see her face when she did. I was claiming my wife for the first time as my lover, my love, my everything—and I ran out of patience as she writhed, trapped in my hold.

I felt her getting close. In a few seconds she’d be over the edge. “Say you love me,mi leoncina,” I whispered against her ear. “Or I won’t let you come.”

Maybe that was a shitty thing to do but I didn’t care. I wanted my wife to tell me her truth and I wasdone waiting. If I was going to force her by withholding an orgasm, then so be it.

She forced her breathing to even out even though I felt her pussy spasming gently, getting ready. “Ti amo, Dante.”

“Fuck!” I pulled out of her and pushed her onto the bed. “You’re coming on my cock now.”

I yanked at my clothes, and even before my pants were fully removed, I was inside her, plunging into her wetness. She began to come as soon as I filled her.

“Tell me again,” I begged as I thrust into her, not caring that she hadn’t come down from her high. I wanted to keep her there.Up, up, up, open to me.

Her eyes were open, transparent, and aroused. “I love you, Dante.”

“Yes, you do, wife. You do.” I kissed her, my mouth fucking hers. “And I’ll reward you for that. I’ll make you come hard. Would you like that?”

She cupped a cheek and said, “As long as you come with me the next time,amore.”

Her knees gripped my torso, and I felt her wetness coat me. I dug my fingers into her hair and fisted it. “I missed this.”

She pulled my head down and breathed against my lips. She was pushing her hips up as I slammed into her, pumping in and out like my life depended upon it.

“Harder, Dante.” Her eyes were still on mine and I felt her need.

How was I supposed to resist her, resist this whenshe was begging me to fuck her hard. Each time I thrust in, I had to control the need to release, because her pussy was tight, it was wet, it wasmine.

“Bella mia, I need you to get there because I can’t…I can’t.”

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