Page 37 of Rosetti Family New York
I remember all the evenings I waited until she was asleep before slipping under the blankets beside her, all the mornings I sneaked out before she woke. All to deny her the pleasure of snuggling into my chest, nuzzling my neck, feeling my arms around her. It occurs to me what a fool I’ve been, punishing myself along with her.
At the thought of her father selling her off to please his business partners, fire curls around my heart. I shouldn’t be surprised since that’s exactly how I got her. But now I know she doesn’t need punishment, she needs to be adored. Revered like the fucking queen she is.
She rolls onto side, curling away from me, showing me her pretty round ass.
Tonight, I won’t wait. No more staying away from my own wife, leaving her alone and lonely in a cold bed. From now on, she gets as much of me as she can handle. She gets all of me.
I undress fast, getting rid of my pants and boxers like they’re on fire. She’s too beautiful for her own good.
I lie down next to her and pull the blankets over both of us. My bare chest against her back. My cock hard and ready. I should let her rest, but it’s impossible with her this close. Her body is a drug, and I’ve never had the willpower to resist. I touch her hip, feel her ass against me, and fuck it—I’m sliding into her. She moans. A ragged, breathless sound. She’s slick with cum and juices. I press against her, wanting to bury myself so deep she’ll never be able to shake me loose.
Each movement brings me closer to the edge. I’m trying to hold on. My hand roams over her skin, desperate to feel every part of her. Her pussy grips my dick, tight and perfect. She feels better than any woman has the right to. I’m losing it, going fucking insane. I press my mouth to her neck, biting and sucking. Her body is everything. She rocks back against me, moaning with each thrust. I feel wild and greedy. She fits me like she’s made for it, taking all of me with each push.
The sounds she makes are straight from hell, and she’s pulling me down with her. I let go of everything. I’m an animal, pounding into her, breathing her in. She moves faster, arching her back. I grab her breast, a lifeline, my thumb on her nipple. Hard and perfect. She cries out and I can feel her shattering against me, wet and wild, soaking me. I spill inside her, shuddering, swearing, giving her all of me. She milks me, my cum spilling into her.
I collapse against her back. My breath comes hard. But I want to stay just like this. Inside her, my body pressed against hers, my cock still pulsing. Maybe I should never let her out of my sight. Maybe I should keep her in bed with me forever. She is my girl. My fucking world. I don’t know how to give her anything less. I fall asleep inside her, semi-hard and still wanting more.
19
Eleanor
Leonardo lies tangled in the sheets, his chest rising and falling with sleepy breaths. He’s still here, real and solid in the gray light of morning. Usually, I’m left with an empty bed, wondering if he regrets the strings that bind us. But today, he’s here. I soak up the moment and the heat of his chest under my flung arm.
“Don’t look so happy, baby,” he mutters, voice thick with sleep.
I roll away, fighting the warmth that rises to my cheeks. “Who says I’m happy. You take up a lot of space in this bed, buddy.”
His sleepy grin says he’s not buying it. He reaches out and grabs me before I can get up. “You like snuggles. Don’t be too proud to admit it.”
“You wish,” I say. “The only reason I'm glad you're still in bed is it means I get first shower.”
I wrap a sheet around me, tugging it off him, and slip off the bed. My steps are light, careful. My fingers fumble on the bathroom door. I glance back, a quick peek I can’t help, and find his eyes on me, half-lidded and knowing. My pulse leaps at the quiet challenge there, at the memory of his body.
“It’s a bit too late to get prudish now.” His smirk is enormous. “After you laid everything out for me last night.”
My cheeks heat, and I turn my back and escape into the bathroom.
The tiles are cold underfoot, and I shiver. I let the water heat up and step inside the shower, shutting my eyes against the steam. Leonardo will slip away while I’m in here, the way he always does. I’ll be glad when he’s gone. Really.
But then he follows me in, and his skin is hot against my back.
“You gonna save any water for me?” he says, pressing his lips to my shoulder. I twist around to face him, and he looks at me like he did last night, like he wants more than I can ever give. Maybe that’s why he stayed, to collect the debt.
I swallow hard, and his gaze slides over me, tracking the water as it runs down my body.
“See something you like?” I try for bold, but it’s too breathless, too raw.
“I’m seeing everything I like,” he says, and my heart trips over itself. His hands move down my arms, my waist, like he’s mapping me out, staking his claim. I catch my breath and hold it tight, because any sound I make will give me away. I tilt my head up, meeting his eyes and his challenge.
The soap slips through my fingers, but Leonardo catches it.
“Here,” he says, tracing suds over my skin. “Let me.”
His touch starts slow, gliding over my neck, my shoulders. Then lower, deliberate, stirring heat with each stroke. I brace against the shower wall, shaking under his hands. He knows exactly what he’s doing. The pressure of his fingers slides down my hips, my thighs. He kneels before me, washing me inch by inch. When his hands move between my legs, the contact jolts through me, and I lose myself in a surge of pleasure.
My pulse is wild, my breath shallow. It’s all too much, too soon after last night. I want to pull away, to hide how much I wanthim, how deep I’ve already fallen. But he’s watching me, his grip steady as I shatter.
“Fuck,” he says, a smile in his voice. “You’re incredible.”
