Millie
Iwoke up with a small moan, my body engulfed by a heat pressed firmly against my back. As my disoriented mind blinked at the sight of the unfamiliar bedside table and lamp, I realised that my fingers were tightly encircled around a hair-roughened forearm. Not just any forearm. Alessio's.
My husband.
A pleased smile curved my swollen lips as I shifted in his arms. My backside brushed against his hardening cock until his arms tightened around my front. Soft kisses were pressed against the back of my sweat-dampened neck.
"Mmm," I moaned. "What time is it?" If my body could melt into the mattress, I would. I was boneless, a little sore in certain private places, but still utterly content. And satisfied. My god, was I satisfied.
"Hmm?" Alessio lazily answered. "Who cares?" I felt his fingers pinch at my nipples, and a giggle escaped me.
Who cares?Where was my husband, and what had they done with him? Alessio was always aware of the time. His days were perfectly structured with every hour accounted for. Even when he was home with me, his work phone was never far away. He wasn't a chill-out-who-cares-what-time-it-is kind of person.
He also wasn't the kind of person to wear his heart on his sleeve.
My body warmed just thinking about it.
"Alessio," I admonished when his fingers started to creep towards my pussy. "You're insatiable."
We'd been at it for what seemed like hours. We made love, cuddled and made out before passion overtook us again, and we were back at it like animals. Alessio seemed determined to imprint himself deep inside me, both physically and emotionally. He had taken me in every single position, and I blushed just thinking about all the dirty ways he fucked me. And I was more than a willing participant.
I'd readily climbed on top of him, greedily taken him into my mouth, and tasted us both against his thick member. I'd begged, pleaded, and screamed to the point where a knock sounded at our door, requesting we quieten down.
"I'll give them a big tip," he'd panted as he continued to fuck me with my legs around his head. "I couldn't stop even if the world was ending."
Finally, when the shadows moved across the bed and the room darkened, we collapsed in a tangled heap and slept.
My stomach chose that moment to rumble, and Alessio made a small sound of distress.
"I forgot to feed you. Christ, I've failed already in my promise to do better."
I petted his arm. "It's okay. I need to freshen up first anyway."
And after we showered, we needed to talk. I had a lot to say to him, and despite his rambling speech of undying love, he also needed to explain some things to me too.
After dirtying ourselves up again in the shower, we finally washed the evidence of our marathon sex away. I snagged his work shirt and slid it on, leaving a few buttons undone. I'd brought my suitcase here with a change of clothes, but I was addicted to my husband's scent, and I wanted his smell all over my body.
"I hate to bring it up." Alessio's halting voice startled me, and I whirled around to face him. He was only wearing his work pants, leaving them unbuttoned but zipped up. He looked a little pale and, dare I say, a little insecure. "But did he stand you up?"
I was too busy admiring his naked chest that at first his words didn't register. "He?"
His gaze slid away, his jaw pulsing. "Archie…or whoever you planned to meet here. Did-did they stand you up, or did you somehow contact them to cancel?"
My jaw slackened as the impact of his words landed.What on earth?But I could see from his solemn expression that he was very serious. With an outraged huff, I reached out and playfully slapped his shoulder.
"Oh my god. Do you actually still think that I was meeting another man here? After everything we did there?" I flung my arm out to gesture at the rumpled bed.
"You weren't?" He sounded so small, so unsure and vulnerable.
I huffed and placed my hands on my hips. "Alessio…what exactly did Gordon tell you on the phone?"
His eyes flashed in remembered pain. "He told me that you were at the Gosford Ocean Hotel."
"And?"
"And? That's it."
I shook my head, not quite believing just how badly our wires were crossed. "Alessio…I know that Gordon's been reporting my movements back to you."
