Page 69 of Memento Mori
She gave a nod. “That’s why I came to talk to you, but I didn’t find you in our bedroom where you are supposed to be,” she said, pursing her lips.
I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. She was angry and I would definitely suffer the consequences of staying in my office instead of being in bed.
It seemed like she could read my mind as she rolled her eyes. “He just landed in Chicago not even an hour ago,” she said. “Here’s the address.”
“Luca, Franco, Giovanni, go pick him up. Make sure no one sees you.”
Luca quickly snatched the address from Aaliyah’s hand, and then they all left.
I shifted my focus to the other men in the room. “Double security. I want a report on the hour every hour.”
The remaining men nodded and then departed. As the door closed, I sighed and massaged my temples.
“You’re in pain, aren’t you?” she asked, concern on her face.
“No,” I lied. “But I am horny.”
I rubbed my hard on through my dress slacks. She glanced from my face to my crotch. While I was honest about feeling horny, I kept the truth about the pain to myself to avoid her going on this long rant about not taking better care of myself. The painkillers would start working in just a few minutes, anyway. The searing pain would become a constant throbbing which I could handle.
Her eyes transformed from anger to lust, exactly as I had anticipated. It had been hard for her too. We never could keep our hands off each other so not being able to touch each other intimately was torture.
“I’m not above begging,Bella,” I said with a wide grin.
I was willing to beg or plead, I didn’t care. I wanted her. I wanted to feel her skin against mine. Her lips wrapped around my dick.
“Tony...”
“Come on,Bella,” I pushed away from the desk, giving her a better view of the tent of my pants. “I promise I’m good and what’s wrong with a little pain.”
As she stood up, she rolled her eyes. “Unbutton your pants.”
Like a giddy teenage boy about to fuck for the first time, I had never moved so fast in my life. Fuck the pain moving through me. Throbbing I could deal with. I couldn’t wait to feel her tight cunt wrapped around my cock.
I unbuttoned my pants and pulled my aching dick from my underwear. Precum was already gathering at the head. As I watched her shimmy out of her leggings and cute blue lace panties. I couldn’t help but lick my lips, my hand moving up and down my growing shaft.
As she approached me, naked from the waist down, I stopped her. “What?” she asked, a beautiful smile playing on her lips.
“The top too,” I said, motioning with my index finger.
She began taking off her T-shirt. “Slowly,” I said, stopping her momentarily before she continued, and remove my oversized shirt, then the blue lace bra that matched the panties.
I really enjoyed seeing her wearing my shirts. A very possessive feeling always came over me. It was more like a statement that she was mine instead of it being my shirts were more comfortable for her to wear. Or she liked the way I smelled.
“Couch, Mr. Rizzo,” she said, pointing to the dark brown leather couch I had in my office.
I stood up from the chair slowly, ensuring I didn’t show any signs of pain since she would stop this before it even started. I held up my pants and briefs just enough to walk safely to the couch, then sat down.
As she slowly approached me, hips swaying, I couldn’t help but groan. Slowly, she moved to straddle my thighs. I held her breasts, squeezing and caressing them, then lightly brushed my thumbs across her perky dark nipples, eliciting a shiver from her.
“If we do this, Tony, no moving. Let me do everything,” she said with her brow arched.
I wouldn’t argue. I’d take it whatever way she’d give it to me. She moved down onto my cock, and we both moaned with pleasure. Her eyes, brimming with lust, undoubtedly reflected my own. She swayed her hips, rising slightly before descending once more. It took everything in me not to fuck her from the bottom.
With my fingers digging into her hips, she slid up and down on top of me. “So, good,” I muttered, with my lip caught between my teeth, as I watched my stunning wife dominate me. Mind, body, and soul.
“I missed you,” she moaned as her pace sped up, her juices coating my cock and nuts.
“I missed you too,Bella.”
