Page 66 of His to Have
I grinned against her lips, pushing my length further into her dripping pussy, while simultaneously hooking my leg around her left leg pinning her in place. When her body arched against mine, I gripped her right leg and anchored myself deeper within her. “Not quite, Amore. But close. Though only my name should be spilling from those lips.”
She melted beneath me, mouth agape, and lost in the moment. The soft, “Teo,” and the clenched thighs let me know she was on the verge. The way her eyelids dropped, and her hold on me tightened were all telltale signs of her approaching orgasm.
“SHIT!” she screamed, her movements desperate and almost needy.
When the last sounds of her shouts rang through the air I felt her sticky essence coat me, hot and wet.
“Damn, you’re beautiful when you cum. But we can’t let any of this goodness go to waste." A low groan escaped me, as I placed her legs over my shoulders, and my head was buried in her pussy.
“Oh my,” she gasped, when my mouth covered her entire labia, and my tongue flexed against the hood of her clit. I lapped up every single drop. I refused to let an ounce of her cum hit my sheets. Every drop was reserved for me. Her hips jerked, but I wasn’t letting her go anywhere. My arms tightened around her thighs, locking her in place as I took another slow, deliberate lap.
“Mmhmm,” I hummed against her, the vibration making her thighs tremble and soft, breathless pleas reached my ears. Her hands hovered near my face. The uncertainty of whether to push me away or to feed me more of her wet heat was almost tangible. But the decision was made for her when I gripped her hips, pulling her closer — damn near drowning in her excitement.
“Vogliosoloassaggiartitutto. Possofarlo,amoremio?” The request was soft, me asking permission to savor every inch of her. Her reply was to whimper softly.
The more I spoke in my father’s native language, the harder she came. It was everygahdamnwhere — her arousal — dripping down my face, smeared against her luscious thighs and spread onto the sheets.
“You like it when I speak to you in Italian?” I smirked, already knowing the answer. She couldn’t deny the way her center leaked at every word I uttered, or explain how each syllable seemed to unravel her in ways I’ve yet to fully explore.
“No.” Her thighs clenched around my head.
“NO?” I flicked my tongue against her swollen pearl, that I now knew was extremely sensitive.
“Maybe.”
“Forse?” I chuckled, but the way she started spasming at the sound of my words against her mound, we both knew she was lying.
I wasn’t worried though, she would tell me the truth.
Flipping her over, with one hand at the base of her neck and planting her chest into the mattress, I entered her from behind, roughly.
Gentle sex had gone out the window. At least for the moment. There was nothing slow or even gentle about the way I was handling her body. This was now about unbridled passion. About staking a claim over every inch of her being. About us being one both emotionally and physically.
I could admit that I was fucking my wife like a man starving.
I was... and had been for years.
“Harder,” she gasped, over the sound of our bodies colliding. When I fulfilled her request, slamming into her, hitting the bottom of her cervix, she let out a guttural moan. It was a mix between a pleasurable cry and an urgent plea.
“So there are a few things you actually do like,” I teased, increasing the intensity of my movement. I wrapped my fingers gently in her hair, pulling her head back just enough to expose the curve of her neck. With a smirk, I leaned down to capture her lips, but not before saying, “You like it rough and you like Italiana. Huh?”
Her response was a series of incoherent whimpers, her body arching to meet mine with every movement.
“It’s okay to say yes, Amore. I’ll teach you how to express what you want without hesitation.” I whispered against her ear, my voice low and soothing. “Tell me. What do you want right now?”
“Keep talking. I like it.”
The way she said it, all soft and breathless, ignited something primal within me. Over the next few minutes I spoke softly inItalian, whispering sweet nothings and declarations of desire. Each phrase was like opening a floodgate.
“I’m about to—” she panted, her core squeezing the life out of me.
“Oh yeah? I feel it.” I told her lowly. “Let’s do it together?” I murmured, feeling her body shudder as the words left my lips. Her muscles contracted continuously around me pulling every bit of my cum from me.
I watched... every fucking motion.
Every flutter of her eyes. The way her lips curled at the corners. The tenseness in her body that slowly faded with each splash of her arousal coating my dick. Watching her unravel had become my favorite pastime.
She was untamed... open... and most importantly mine.
