Page 78 of Luca
My feet silent against his plush rug, I made my way to the chair. Before I had a chance to sit down, his words stopped me.
“Lose the robe,” he rasped. I obeyed without delay. Then his next command came. “Lift your baby doll nightgown and pool it around your waist.”
“Why?” I breathed. “It’s sheer. You can see through it.”
He’d know. He insisted on buying it.
“I don’t want anything obstructing my view of your beautiful body.”
Tremors rolled through me and my hands shook slightly as I followed his instruction. “Now your panties. Take them off.”
Hesitancy slithered through me. It was ridiculous. He’d seen me in nothing but a bath towel. He rubbed my back when it ached. Yet, this was different. Suddenly, I was self-conscious about my softer thighs and bigger ass. Not to mention my big belly nurturing life inside me.
“Now, Margaret,” he grunted, his self-restraint evident in his voice. “I want to see your beautiful pink pussy as I jerk off.”
Well, when he said it that way. I shimmied off my panties, letting them slide down my legs then kicked them off.
I sat down and parted my legs, my pussy within my husband’s full view. A shudder rolled down my spine. This felt forbidden. So freaking erotic. SoBasic Instinctexcept on a pregnant level.
His grip on his length tightened and my pussy clenched in response.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he praised in a raspy voice. A knot in my chest loosened and air I wasn’t aware I was holding swished out of my lungs. “Touch yourself,mia moglie.”
My hand slid between my thighs to stroke my clit and my eyelids fluttered shut. It felt so good to touch myself knowing he was watching me. My heart thundered under my rib cage and fire burned in my veins.
“Open your eyes.”
I forced them open, watching him through my lust-filled gaze. Our eyes locked, my finger brushed against my nub, circling it with wetness. A loud moan escaped me.
“That’s right, keep doing it,” he instructed hoarsely. “Finger yourself as I jerk off, imagining your tight hot pussy around my cock.”
“Luca.” His name was a breathless whisper on my lips as I fingered myself.
The pressure built, taking me higher and higher. I watched him squeeze his cock tightly, almost violently each time he passed over the crown. His eyes were hungry on my pussy and mine soaked him in as he pumped his cock. Up and down.
My insides clenched as I imagined him deep inside me. He must have had similar thoughts because his muscles clenched and twitched as pleasure worked through him. He fucked his fist with long brutal strokes. I matched mine to his rhythm, pushing my fingers inside me.
A hiss escaped through his clenched teeth. “Are you imagining my cock inside you?”
“Oh my God,” I moaned, the throbbing pulse between my thighs unbearable. I fingered my clit faster and harder, matching his own brutal strokes. Nothing mattered in this moment but his pleasure and mine.
“I’m going to be inside you,” he murmured, watching me through his half-lidded gaze. “One day.”
I couldn’t think of a response through my lust hazed brain. I was in the fog and the only thing I cared about was chasing the orgasm. It was just the two of us on the opposite side of the room. His gaze touched my skin and lit it up with sparks.
Our groans and moans filled the space. Our arousal fragranced the air. I wondered what his cum would taste like. Salty or musky. Or possibly sweet. I wanted to feel him inside me. It was on the tip of my tongue to beg him, but I held the words back.
My eyes lowered down his body to where his hand pumped his cock hard. I kept fingering my clit, as I imagined his big, thick shaft inside my pussy. He jacked off his shaft in time with my panting breaths. Our separate arousals created such wet, dirty sounds but it didn’t match the filthy images in my mind.
My panting breaths. His ragged ones.
I sucked a sharp breath through my teeth when his neck strained, his tempo became erratic. I could feel it in my core as if he was fucking me. Pressure built higher and higher.
Then my body exploded into a million pieces. His breathing went harsh. He called out, “Margaret!” a second before he climaxed, cum spurting out of him all over his rock-hard stomach.
I pushed a finger inside me, my eyes locked on the glorious sight of seeing Luca orgasm. My pussy throbbed, my finger a poor substitute for what I knew his cock would feel like.
But this was the best orgasm I’d had since Italy.
