No matter how strained things were between us, my body always felt tethered to him, like an invisible bond that refused to sever. My feet padded against the soft carpet towards him until my body met the space between his splayed thighs. I sucked in a breath as his hand landed on the backs of my thighs. His heavy stare stayed on mine as fingers slid up until they reached my arse cheeks.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured. I felt the air touch my back as my nightie was pulled up my body.
"Alessio," I moaned.
His dark head bent before the soft touch of his lips pressed against the skin of my stomach. My hands reached and buried in his soft hair.
My nightie was off me now, and I stood before him in a pair of minuscule panties. Topless.
My nipples puckered, and not from the cold. His mouth continued to kiss my body, his tongue tracing against the curve of my hips, the softness of my stomach, and the slopes of my breasts.
I yelped when I was yanked forward, my hands falling to his strong shoulders to steady myself. My knees hit the mattress, straddling him. I didn't have time to react before his mouth covered my nipple.
My moan was long and loud as I threw my head back and gave in to the pleasurable sensation of his tongue circling my rigidnipple. He palmed the heavy globes, kneading them gently as he delivered soft and passionate kisses against their flesh.
"I need to taste you," he murmured against a wet nipple.
"Yesss."
With fluid movements, he folded his body to lay down on the bed, arranging me to face his straining erection. His fingers gripped my arse and pulled my dripping flesh down onto his mouth.
The first touch of his tongue against my wet clit had me whimpering. His fingers split my pussy lips wide before I felt his lips suck and lick at my juices.
With shaky fingers and a ragged breath, I clumsily pushed his briefs down. His hips lifted to help me, and my mouth watered as his big erection sprang free. My small hands encircled his smooth flesh, and I pumped his cock gently.
I bent down to lick at his precum, which elicited a tortured groan from him. My mouth sank down his length, and his taste was of pure, hot, male saltiness. I eagerly bobbed my head for more.
His moan vibrated through my wet pussy, and his mouth pushed off long enough for him to groan rough words of pleasure in Italian. My hands gripped his balls and gently massaged them as I continued to suck and lick at his hard cock.
His fingers invaded my small hole, and he pumped them in and out as he continued to lick at me.
"Yesss, right there, Alessio!"
"Come for me,tesoro mio."
My nails dug into his thighs as ripples of pleasure travelled through me. I felt my juices leak onto his mouth as he lapped me deeply.
My mouth went back down on his cock, and I took him deep into my mouth, my throat constricting as I forced my head down.
"That's it,piccola. Take me deep. Open that throat for me."
I moaned at his dirty words until I felt the first spurts of his cum against my tongue. His groan of pleasure thrilled me as more of his salty release spilt into my mouth. He slapped my arse before kneading it as I moaned, licking and swallowing some of the cum that had dribbled onto his balls and thigh.
He rubbed my wet pussy through another orgasm and, in the throes of another bout of ecstasy, he arrogantly staked his claim on me.
"You are mine, you understand? My wife. No one can take you away from me."
It was the last thing I heard before my eyes rolled back in my head as another mini climax overtook me.
Chapter 8
Millie
"I'll try this as well, I think." I held the Louis Vuitton black dress with a gold side zip and matching gold belt against my body before nodding.
Amy obediently took the hanger off my hands with the proficiency of someone used to working in luxury boutiques. "I'll put these in your changing room, Mrs Ferrante."
"Thank you, Amy. I'll have a look at some of your bags, and hmm, it can't hurt to check out your trainer collection. François said there's a new one in pink?"
