Page 64 of Meet Me in Montreal

“I’m going to find a way to make you pay for this,” Vanessa threatened, and his answer was a short laugh edged with dark lust.

“We’ll see about that. Turn over.”

Vanessa turned, her body thrumming. The sheets were now warm and felt good against her nipples that were aching for the friction. Santino straddled her upper thighs. She was on heightened alert now, waiting to know what he’d do next and when the answer arrived after a flicking sound, she pressed her breasts even deeper into the sheets. Something hot was dripping onto the middle of her back, down to the curve of her ass. Was he burning her somehow? But then it cooled instantly, making tight little circles on her sensitized skin. The scent of vanilla perfumed the air.

All the while, his heavy dick was nestled in between the globes of her ass. He stroked up and down between them, pressing the flesh together into a tunnel for his cock. He gave an inaudible murmur of appreciation, either for the sight of it or the pleasure or both, and her neglected clit throbbed in response. Growing desperate, she tried rubbing against the bedding, but before she could, he lifted off her.

“On your hands and knees.” His voice, cracking with arousal, left no room for questioning.

Then it came again, that tickling feather, down her spine to her ass and down to her bud. Her most intimate parts were completely exposed to him in this pose, and he took advantage,widening the valley between the globes so he could use that torture device on her delicate rosette. It was good, too good, only making her needier, her pussy weeping.

During their marriage, they’d explored that erogenous zone with some very satisfying results after she’d properly prepped for it. She was the one who’d asked for it then, but she doubted this one week would get them to that point.

“I miss this,” he murmured thickly, squeezing one cheek. “I’m not taking it tonight, though. You’re not ready. We’re gonna work on that.”

Her ears couldn’t interpret what they heard after his weight shifted again. Maybe the squeeze of a bottle? Yes, that was it. When his cock nudged the entrance to her pussy, it slid in slippery and quickly, drawing a gasp from her. A few droplets of the fluid dripped higher. As he began a steady, almost languid thrusting in and out of her wetness, he circled his thumb around her rosette until he slowly, gently pushed it in.

Santino took his time, letting her get used to this new smaller stretching, keeping his rhythm so steady, so patient and gentle, that the burning inside both tunnels soon melted into pure ecstasy.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, her head dipping low to hang between her shaking arms.

“You’re doing good, wifey. So good.” His guttural groan of bliss hit a deep corresponding chord in her and she pushed back against him in a demand for a faster pace.

Soon he was only thrusting with that deadly cock, merely holding her steady with the inserted digit and his other fingers splayed across the top of her ass. His moans were getting deeper, darker, and she knew the wild delight that was wracking her body was doing the same to him.

“I’m so close,” he growled. “I don’t think I can hold back much longer. Come with me,tesoro.”

His pumping was faster now, deeper, as he leaned his upper body back, so it was all powerful hard hips smacking against her backside. Her breasts jiggled with every pound and even untouched, her nipples were still throbbing. There were too many sensations all at once, the fiery pleasure in both entrances and an added bliss when he reached around to squeeze her clit.

Vanessa wailed when the wave hit, sobbed when he joined her with a sharp shout of his own, collapsed while he was still spilling his hot cum and twitching deep inside her. Santino collapsed on top of her, and she shivered, still moaning softly while he anchored her, keeping her grounded. Every part of him soothed every bit of her simply by existing in this tight cocoon they’d built around themselves.

It had been good before, but not like this. This was…this was…

“Fucking amazing,” he said, sounding as if in a daze. He pushed the scarf off her eyes, but she still kept them closed as he soothed her back, her shoulders, then her cheek with warm, shaky kisses. “You’re fucking amazing. Such a good girl. The best girl.”

They lay together for a while, kissing and talking softly. He offered to draw her a bath, which she thought sounded wonderful. Gratefully, she sank into the hot water while he went back to the bedroom, letting her relax in the fragrant scented oil. When she got back out, he was just putting his phone down.

“Hey. Did you get another weird call?” she asked, looking at the clock with her pulse spiking. It was past two in the morning.

“Nah. No weird calls.” Santino seemed surprised at the realization. “Maybe that asshole Malone finally got the message and decided to stop fucking around. I just texted Virg to invite him and Ling to the casino tomorrow. I thought we’d gamble a little and I’ll make reservations for one of the restaurants. Ling said it’s a good time out.”

She would have loved to go under other circumstances. But the ugly surprise of Scott at the party popped into her head, the things he’d said that sent an off note clanging in her ear. Now that she knew he and Virgil were friends, the chances were higher that they’d run into him again.

“Really? I knew you’d want to go to the casino, but I don’t know. Virgil’s a busy guy.”

“True. But if he can’t make it, it’s cool if it’s just me and you. I want to at least try to pay him back for being so cool, getting us this suite last minute and the concert.”

“Ah. You’re right. He has been pretty awesome,” she relented.

“Cool. I’m make them first thing in the morning, so we at least have the table.”

When she climbed onto the bed and sat down, noting with a grin that he’d thrown a towel over the wet spot, she propped herself up against the cushioned headboard. Santino put his head on her lap. That had always been his favorite position, after the sexual varieties. She scraped his scalp with her fingernails in light strokes, just the way he loved it.

“I can’t believe tomorrow’s already Thursday. Well, today, technically. Just a few more days and we’re back in New York. It seems like another planet. I’m not sure I want to go back,” Vanessa said. “But…I’m also not sure if I want to stay here either for the rest of my time off. Maybe we should skip the casino and leave in the morning.”

“Really? Where would we go?” he mumbled. Her contented tiger stretched and yawned, nestling in deeper.

“I don’t know. Maybe Quebec City or Toronto. Even further than that if we had time.”

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