As we take the elevator down to the first floor, I realize this moment is the happiest I’ve ever been.
Taking a deep breath, I say, “I’m ready.”
Chapter 22
Augusto
My eyes snap to Yuki, not sure if I heard right. To make sure, I ask, “Ready to take the next step?”
Her cheeks are a soft pink, and her eyes are trained on the doors while she holds my hand tighter as if she needs some moral support.
“Yes.”
Slowly, the corner of my mouth lifts, and freeing her hand, I wrap my arm around her and pull her close to my side.
When the elevator doors open, Lorenzo is standing by Santi and John, and seeing us, he gives me a nod to show the area is clear. I’m on high alert as I steer my wife to the limo, and only when we’re safely in the back seat do I relax again.
Lorenzo has been instructed to drive us to some of the sights in New York, so as he steers the limo away from the restaurant, I tell Yuki, “We’re going for a drive so you can see more of the city that’s now your home.”
“Really?” she gasps, excitement flashing in her eyes.
I let out a chuckle and nod. “Yes. Our date isn’t over yet.”
Staring at her beautiful face, I drink in the sight of her happy smile. My gaze drifts down to the dress she’s wearing.
Earlier, when I walked in on her sitting by the dressing table, I was in for the surprise of my life. My wife looked fucking sexy, her white bra and panties leaving miles of skin exposed.
I loved that she didn’t run to cover herself from my sight, and it took all my self-control to keep from throwing her on the bed.
Especially when I pulled up the zipper of her dress. I was playing with fire but couldn’t resist touching her. When my handwas less than an inch from her pussy, it took all my strength to pull away from her.
But I don’t have to hold back anymore. Yuki’s ready.
I press a button to close the partitioning between Lorenzo and us, so we’ll have privacy.
Leaning into her, I point out a landmark, and while her eyes feast on the view, I tilt my head and press a kiss beneath her ear.
A tremor moves through her body, and when I lick and suck at her skin, she grabs hold of my thigh, a soft, unintelligible sound coming from her.
I lift my head slightly and let my breath flow against her skin while I say, “There’s the Statue of Liberty.”
Wanting her closer, I slip my arms beneath her and lift her onto my lap, positioning her so she can look out the window beside me.
Yuki quickly wraps her arm around my neck, her eyes filled with a mixture of surprise, anticipation, and nervousness.
For a long while, I stare at her, trailing my fingers over her cheek and jaw before moving down to her neck and collarbone. My cock hardens, and I see the moment she becomes aware of it.
“We’re passing Central Park,” I say, my voice deep with desire for the woman in my lap.
Yuki tears her gaze away from me to look out the window, and I give her a minute before my hand moves lower to cover her breast.
Another tremor rolls through her body, and as I massage her, drinking in the amazing feel of her against my palm, I duck my head again to get to her neck.
What would a first date be without a hickey?
I suck and lick her soft skin, and as I’m filled with the need to go faster, I begin the torturous fight of keeping a firm grip on my self-control while my cock hardens even more beneath her ass.
Lifting my head so I can look at the mark I left on my wife, a proud smile tugs at my mouth. Yuki’s lashes are lowered, a dreamy expression on her face, and knowing I have all of her attention fills me with immense satisfaction.
