If I’m not mistaken, she’s as eager as I am to rekindle our marital relations. I watch her over the rim of my glass until she loses all inhibitions and climbs onto my lap. This is what I’ve been waiting for. This is the signal that I need to allow myself to take what I want.
I set my glass down, reaching around to cup her sweet backside. The dress she wears is thin, allowing me to feel her heat. I brush it aside so that I can connect with her skin.
She bites her lip, looking at me with a gaze that would melt metal. She kisses me once, twice, and then settles down for a decadent exploration of my tongue. I run my palms back and forth across her ass, slipping my hands beneath her panties.
She sucks my bottom lip between her teeth and nibbles gently. God, she’s amazing. I slide my hands up her torso as far as they’ll go before the dress stops them. I want her out of this thing immediately so I can have free rein to stroke her.
She doesn’t provide me with an opportunity, but instead, grinds her pelvis into mine. She arches her back and presses her breasts against me. I’m nearly mad with passion, and she’s not making it any easier.
I want to dig myself into her pussy, to feel her closing around me. I grasp her by the sides of the head, kissing furiously. She adjusts the angle of her hip so that we fit together perfectly. But I’m tired of this position, and I’m tired of all these clothes.
I lift her up and lay her down on her back, crawling up her body until I’m stretched out on top. I haven’t given myself space to remove any of the offending items, but I can’t seem to pry myself away.
I kiss her again and again, finally moving away from plump lips, down a heated chin to her delicate neck. She throws her arms around my shoulders and hangs on as the limo drives through traffic. The tinted windows hardly let any light in, so we’re surrounded by mood lighting and the soft leather interior.
I plant one hand beside her head and reach down to tear off her panties. As I grasp the material at her hip, I realize these aren’t the practical ones I purchased for her before we left the States. She’s wearing the bottom half of her bikini bathing suit as if in anticipation of this event.
The strap releases, and I crumple the fabric in my palm. Tossing it over onto the opposite seat, I revel in the fact that she’s now completely available to me. I want to do away with the rest of her clothes, but she throws a leg over my hip and pulls me down.
I kiss her passionately, returning to her lips because that’s where she wants me. I thrust my growing erection against her heat, building momentum toward what will surely be heaven.
Finally, I can’t stand it any longer. I need her entire body displayed before me. Nothing short of naked will do. I force myself to lean back, reaching for her dress and helping her slip it up over her head.
She’s not wearing a bra again, a clear indication that she’s been thirsty for me all along. And I’ve finally revealed the vision that I’ve been looking for since I woke up this morning. She’s flawless, her perfect skin stretched taut over all the curves and dips. I get carried away at the sight of her, running my hands up to her shoulders and down past her waist.
She lets me have my fun, tilting her head back to look at the ceiling. This magnificent creature is all mine. Mine to play with.Mine to please. I slip two fingers into her pussy and watch carefully as she closes her eyes.
I try to imagine what she’s feeling, but can’t get past my excitement. I push deep, spreading my fingers wide into a V to enhance her pleasure. She cries out, raising one arm above her head to grab her hair. I could do this all day. Just watching her get off is making me rock-hard.
I lower myself down so I can suck on her tit. It’s soft like a balloon, and as ripe as a melon. Sliding my fingers in and out, I wet her nipple with my tongue. It doesn’t take long until I feel the welcome clench of her inner muscles. She jolts against the leather seat, squealing with delight.
Now it’s my turn. I don’t take all my clothes off. I’m the Don after all. I undo my belt and push my pants down over my ass. My cock jumps to life, ready to make her mine. I don’t expect any resistance from her, so I’m surprised when she curls up into a seated position.
My fingers slide from between her legs as she pushes me back. Then she climbs onto my lap again, reaching down to fondle my dick. I guess we’re both leaders in this situation.
I’m helpless to stop her as she fits my cock inside her pussy. Blood rushes to my dick as she swallows me whole in her heat. This time when I cup her ass, I’m inside her. She tosses her hair around, her chest swaying like an exotic dancer.
I have to squeeze her hips to avoid shooting my load immediately. I want this to last as long as possible. She bounces, grinding up and down on my cock. I’m blown away by the spectacle. She’s like a live firecracker in my lap, slamming home again and again. I hear the delicious slap of skin onskin, accompanied by her tiny moans each time she fills herself completely.
I’m mesmerized by her bouncing tits. They’re so perfect, as if they were sculpted by a master Italian artist. I’m closing in on my release, but I want a better angle. Without breaking contact, I flip her over onto her back.
She’s forced to hold on under the sudden shift, pressing her chest to mine and wrapping her arms around my back. When I come down on top, her body is so hot, I nearly explode. I’m going out of my mind trying to resist. The next few moments are either going to be ecstasy or torture, depending on how I play it.
I decide to let myself go. We have a lifetime to experiment with different positions, in different locations. I need this release like I’ve never needed anything else. I ease up to get a better angle, and thrust into her with all my strength. From this vantage point, I can see her entire form, writhing with pleasure beneath me.
I slam my dick home, bursting at the seams as the life force leaks out of me. She climaxes at the exact same time, crying out and arching her chest toward me. This is the best I’ve ever felt in my life. Powerful. Erotic. Masculine.
It takes me a long moment to calm down. I can hear our combined breath as if from a long distance away. There is a slight sheen of sweat covering her that makes her skin glisten; and I think she can’t get any more beautiful.
I remove myself from between her legs reluctantly. We’re not in the bedroom, and the limo is probably going to arrive home any minute. I pull my pants up and sit down to fasten my belt. Sheremains in position a moment longer, letting her heartbeat slow. I gaze down at her fondly, stroking one hand gently up her leg.
This is something worth dying for. She is someone worth killing for. I swear to myself that I’ll never let her out of my sight, and that she’ll be as safe with me as she would be in a palace or a castle.
Finally, she drags herself into a sitting position and pulls on her bikini bottoms. I watch as the luscious tits disappear beneath the expensive dress and she does her best to fix her hair. It looks like there is sex after marriage, and I’m anticipating a lot more where that came from.
We drive through the gates a moment later, having fully expended our time on the road.
CHAPTER 35
