Sweet could be taken as a compliment. I mean, itwasa compliment.
But to me, sweet equalled docile. Sweet equalled making sure his dinner plate stayed continuously warm while he ignored my texts asking him when he'd be home and then staying up in sexy lingerie until I fell asleep watchingCoronation Street.
As a completely unrelated example.
Tonight, I didn't want to be sweet. I wanted him to see me. To know that I was more than a body that he could fuck and a mind that knew the difference between a Valentin de Boulogne painting and a Gerard van Honthorst one.
I dug my nails into Alessio's back, causing him to stiffen. My mouth licked at his ear before my teeth scraped against the shell. His answering groan had me smiling, and with a strength I didn't know I possessed, I flipped him over before climbing on top of him. His eyes lit up at my movements, his hands coming to rest firmly on my waist.
"Well, hello. If I knew this was waiting for me, I would've come home sooner."
My stomach hollowed and I moulded my smile into a seductive smirk. I hated that he joked about it. No apology or explanation was offered for his lateness. I wanted to wipe that look of male satisfaction off his face. To let him see, for once, that I held all the power.
Holding his gaze, I lifted my hands to cover my breasts. The nipples pebbled beneath my palms as I stroked them, circling the areola with my fingers. The heat in his eyes told me just how much he was enjoying the show. His thick erection grew longer against my thigh. I trailed a hand down my stomach, watching his chest rise more rapidly as his dark gaze followed my movements.
I dipped down into my crotch, feeling my slippery wetness. Delving deep, a moan caught in my throat.
"Dio mio," he swore. His hips lifted, seeking a connection to my damp pussy.
"Taste me," I commanded, lifting my fingers and placing them against his firm, full lips.
His mouth opened, and he sucked in my fingers, his hand catching my wrist to stop me from pulling back.
"You taste delicious," he approved. "But I need more."
He twisted me around until I landed with my back on the mattress. I wanted to scream in frustration as he took charge again. But that trapped scream turned into a moan as he lifted one shapely leg and placed it over his shoulder.
"Look at this messy cunt," he rasped, his thumb rubbing my clit.
He held his long, thick shaft and lined it up to my willing pussy.
An embarrassingly long and loud moan pushed past my lips as I felt his cock stretch me. Once he was fully seated in me, he started to thrust into my wet pussy. The sound of skin slapping on skin echoed through the room, alongside the chorus of moans and grunts.
He bent over my body, one leg still over his shoulder and the other climbing up his back. His eyes stayed focused on my swaying breasts as he pounded me into the mattress.
"Dio, you feel good. I can't get enough of you.”
I could only clutch him and hang on as his almost violent fucking had a continuous string of curse words leaving my mouth.
"Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. Yes, yes. Alessio, don't stop!"
By the time I reached that ultimate peak, I was a bumbling mess. Alessio soon followed, bending me like a pretzel as he fucked me through my orgasm. His answering groan was the last thing I heard before the fog of pleasure took over.
The following morning, I stared at myself in the mirror, not recognising the more than satisfied woman looking back at me. My lips were swollen, and a distinct bruise was visible on my neck. My eyes carried shadows from a night peppered with sex. Alessio had been insatiable, as had I. My sore pussy was a testament to that.
My eyes caught on my husband as he came up behind me in the mirror. One hand landed on my shoulder as the other placed a distinctive box from an exclusive jeweller on my dressing table. With a demure smile, I opened it and spied a platinum band with a full circle of diamonds. My expert gaze knew it would have set him back at least 20k. A drop in the ocean for him.
"It's beautiful. Thank you, darling." I lifted my face dutifully for his kiss.
"I called Penelope, and she advised me what dress you're wearing tonight. This should pair well with it."
"It does. You have impeccable taste."
His other hand came down on my shoulder, squeezing it. "I have another late night tonight, so I'll get changed at the office, come pick you up, and we'll head straight there."
I plastered on a smile, and lifted my hand to squeeze his.
"What will you do today?"
