“I’ve never wanted you more,” he says. “You’re just as beautiful, just as sexy, as you’ve always been. More beautiful, even.”
He slides a hand into my bikini top, cupping my breast as he kisses me. He threads my rock-hard nipple between his fingers, pinching, massaging. I moan in ecstasy.
I quickly untie the bikini top before he can rip it off—we’ve already gone through at least fifteen torn tops, since I can’t sew for the life of me. I open the strings of my bikini bottom as well, just in case.
His other hand slips down to my pussy. “Soaking wet.”
“Always is, around you,” I rasp.
He massages my clit while doing that thing he does with his fingers inside me. I squirm my legs, feeling the pleasure pulsing outward from my core.
Fuck he’s so good with his hands.
I’m panting as his lips remain locked to mine. I slide my fingers into his silky blond hair and squeeze.
He keeps going, bringing me to the edge. I plunge over.
My back arches and I shudder, the release feeling just so fucking amazing, as always.
Massimo let’s go of me. My bikini top has fallen over my belly button and he swats it away. He folds open my bikini bottom, which I conveniently untied for him.
He takes a moment to admire me. I sit up, lean my elbows on the sand, and throw my head back to clear the hair from my shoulders. I feel so important underneath that hungry gaze. So wanted.
He takes off his T-shirt, exposing my cherub pendant hanging around his neck, where it belongs. Like his wedding ring, he never takes it off. At least I’ve never seen him do it.
That muscular chest seems pumped, as if he’s just come back from a heavy work out. I’ll never get sick of staring at it. His pectorals glisten with sweat, the dark designs of his tattoos standing out in stark relief against his skin. I gaze at those biceps, wanting to squeeze them with my fingers and feel how hard they are. I glance at his crotch, wanting to do the same thing to his cock.
He unzips his jeans and slides them off. His cock bulges against his white underwear, begging for release.
I reach out, unable to control myself any longer, and I stroke the outside of his underwear. His hard cock jerks beneath me, yearning for my touch.
“Fuck, Angela,” he growls.
He rips his underwear down and that lovely cock leaps forth.
I wrap my fingers around the shaft and squeeze tightly. I’m about to slide my mouth onto the head, but Massimo has other plans apparently.
He shoves my hand aside and gently pushes me back onto my beach towel. He positions himself on top of me.
“Wait,” I tell him. “No missionary, remember.”
He frowns. “That doctor doesn’t know shit. It’s not going to harm the baby.”
But Massimo lies back on the sand next to my towel and then hauls me toward him.
I mount his hips eagerly, then grab his molten cock and steer the head inside me.
I slide all the way down in one quick motion.
Massimo gasps, and his back arches. “Fuck.”
My feelings exactly.
I lean back, placing my hands in the sand on either side of him, then I begin rocking up and down. Riding my favorite stallion.
He looks at me ferociously. “Fuck me, Angela.”
I oblige.
