Page 46 of His Vow
I swipe my cock through her arousal until I’m covered. Then, lining up, I thrust forward, filling her completely.
“Sì,”she gasps as my ball sack slaps against her. I love how her body stretches to take me, then squeezes tight around my cock like she never wants to let me go.
“Do you like this position?” I ask, already knowing the answer as she rocks back onto me.
“Sì,sì. I’m so full.” Her voice is all husky sexiness, and I pump into her again.
Her hair falls as a curtain over her face, and I twine it around my fist so I can watch her come again.
“I’ve never fucked bare before. It’s feels amazing.Youfeel amazing.” I reach my free hand around to flick the hard nub of her clit. Her back arches, then dips.
“Ohhh, I-I-I’m going to come.Ahhhh, Antonio.” Her thighs clench as another orgasm tumbles through her.
Fuck. Her pussy milks me, and I pump faster into her heat. My cock pulsing in time with the thump of my heart.
My balls draw up and my vision blurs. Nothing else exists but this woman in this exquisite moment as I come long and hard, filling her with my cum.
Oh, fuck yeah.I wrap both of my arms tightly around her. She’s a rag doll in my embrace as I lie us down. My semi still inside her.
I brush back the still-damp swath of hair covering her face. “Are you all right?”
“Assolutamente,” she declares before wiggling her butt against me.
“I’m glad you’re good. But if you keep wiggling like that, I might never pull out.”
“Do you think that’s a threat?” She gives me a cute sideways look over her shoulder. “Because it sounds to me like a tempting option.”
“You’re insatiable and definitely my perfect woman.”
She giggles. “Lucky you married me, then.”
“I’m a very lucky man. But I don’t want to break you on the first night of our honeymoon, so I should probably look after you now.”
I slip out, then climb out of bed and pad across the tiled floor to the bathroom. With a damp washcloth and a towel, I return to the bed and gently clean her up.
“Are you hungry? We never did have our picnic.”
She blinks her eyelids open. “Sì, but do I have to get dressed?”
“I’d prefer you didn’t,” I reply, giving her a wink.
“Well then, let’s eat right here.” She props herself up with a couple of pillows when she sits.
And that’s what we do. A picnic with the most spectacular view ever—my naked wife.
Chapter nineteen
Lucia
“Idon’t want to leave,” I grumble into Ant’s shoulder. The sun streaming through the window and hitting our entwined feet.
The sound of his laughter sends a wave of goose bumps skittering across my skin. It’s deep and rumbling, like it’s come from his belly, and I want to make him do it again.
“And why’s that, wife?” he asks, before rolling onto his back and bringing me with him so I’m lying on top. Antonio is a tactile person. I did know that about him before, but now I can appreciate it so much more.
“I’m just not ready to return to …” I want to saywhat we had before,but instead I add, “work.”
We’re due to fly back to Florence this afternoon, and the truth is, I’m nowhere near ready to share my husband with the outside world again.
