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My legs spread a little wider and he must have gotten a hint. He shoved his hand inside my panties and thrust two fingers inside me. My back arched.
“Jesus, you're clenching around my fingers like it’s my cock.” His voice was deeper. More guttural than I had ever heard it before.
He began to move his fingers, deep inside me, while his palm brushed against my clit. It had been so long since someone had touched me. It made me hyper-sensitive. He found my G-spot and stroked it lightly. My body shuddered and I lifted my hips, moaning… his name.
My brain was too fuzzy with the pleasure he was building inside me. I’d be embarrassed later. Now, I just needed a release.
He nipped my earlobe lightly. “Take what you need, Wife.”
His strokes in and out of my pussy were relentless. His thumb traced circles around my clit. It made every cell of my body tremble with desperate need for release. Each thrust drove me closer to the edge.
From a distant corner of my mind, I could hear flesh slapping against flesh. Sounds of pleasure. Screams. But they weren’t mine. I’d lost interest in the scene in front of me and found it in my husband.
Luca DiMauro was sin and temptation. I needed him right now.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Wife,” he muttered then withdrew his fingers. Before I could protest he ripped my panties, the sound of shredding filling the air and then I was being lifted off of him. I sat on the couch, my gown bulged up around my waist and my legs wide open.
Before disappointment could wash over me, he fell down to his knees in front of me. My glistening pussy in full view.
“Let me touch you. Let me taste you. Let me have you.” His words shattered the walls inside me so effortlessly that it would terrify me if I wasn’t so far gone in this lust land. “Please, Wife. If nothing else, let me bring you pleasure.”
I could barely breathe. I couldn’t think. “Yes,” I breathed. “But only if you take your pleasure too.”
It was all the words he needed because his hands gripped my hips.
“Spread your legs wider.” His command was rough, his voice deeper.
With an unsteady inhale, I complied and no sooner than I had, he pulled me to the edge of the couch. His gaze fell between my thighs.
“Make yourself comfortable,” he rasped. “I don’t want anything happening to the baby.”
Fuck. That was so goddamn hot and erotic.
Leaning my back against the couch, I did as I was told and his head lowered between my legs. I shuddered under the first hot touch of his tongue. He had barely gotten started, and I was already close to my orgasm. He took a slow lap from the entrance to my clit and a deep rush of pleasure flooded all my senses. My fingers dug into his thick hair, running my blunt nails against his scalp.
His hands held my legs securely open as he took his time devouring me. He swirled his tongue over my clit before sucking and a deep moan vibrated through the air. He must have liked it because he hummed against my pussy, then pushed his tongue into my entrance.
His smoldering gaze found mine and as he ate my pussy like it was his favorite dessert, our eyes held each other like they were locked together. It was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced. While his mouth sucked and licked my clit, his finger slid inside me, moving in and out. Again and again.
Pleasure ignited, the wick burned hot through my bloodstream. I rocked my hips against his mouth, unable to break the gaze that bound us. He made deep noises of satisfaction, urging me on.
“Please, Luca,” I begged on a breathless moan. “I need–”
My hands tugged at his hair, my hips grinding against him.
His fingers curled inside me as he continued lapping me steadily. He fingered me harder and faster, building hot pressure inside me. With his eyes still focused on me, pleasure exploded through my veins. There was no smugness on his face, only reverence as the languid heat spread through every inch of my body.
His mouth trailed over my inner thigh as I pulsed around his fingers. He continued moving them slowly in and out. A shaky breath slipped through my lips. My fingers still gripped his hair, not ready to let him go.
With our breathing still filling the air, our gazes clashed. His hungry and mine eager to satisfy that hunger. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes never wavering. Then he rose to his feet and sat down next to me, stretching out, his hand coming around me. The show still went on but neither one of us paid it any attention.
I went to stand up but he held me back, shaking his head. “I want to reciprocate,” I protested in a soft voice.
“This was for you,” he stated.
I wondered how many blowjobs this man had gotten over his lifetime. I had done it only a handful of times, and the last time had been with him. He didn’t complain, like the ones before him had, so I shouldn’t have felt nervous about giving him one. Yet I did.
Or maybe he didn’t want me. My eyes flickered to his groin and found evidence of his arousal.
