Carlo wakes with a gasp and a clang of chains as he jerks. He swears profusely, then sucks in another breath.
“Ginni!”
I think he meant to say it like I was in trouble, but his throat is all thick with pleasure, and the way he said my name sounded like worship instead of reprimand.
I pick up my pace even more. He yells. He bucks. His cum spurts down my throat. Salty and perfect. Pieces of him, hisliteral DNA that I get to absorb into myself and keep forever. A most precious gift.
I keep on blowing him until I’m sure he is spent, and I have sucked him dry.
I pull off of his cock and settle on his stomach. Straddling and sitting on him.
He looks up at me with dark eyes. His face is all flushed and a little sweaty. His hair all mussed. I can tell he loved waking up like this. The best alarm clock ever.
My hand drifts down to my own cock. I’m so hard it hurts.
I stroke the edge of my silk slip over my cock. The sensation makes me tremble. Carlo’s gaze fixes on my busy hand. A new fire lights in his eyes. He doesn’t look away.
I whimper and continue stroking my cock with the soft silk of my slip. It feels so good. But not as good as the way Carlo is looking at me.
He licks his lips as if he is hungry to taste me. His cheeks are rosy. Flushed with arousal. My husband is not fighting his desire for me.
My heart is racing. Fluttering against my ribs. This is everything I ever wanted. Carlo’s attention. All of it. Watching me and liking what he sees.
I whine. My hand flies up and down. My hips dance. My thighs tremble.
My orgasm comes quickly. Suddenly and completely. I shudder and gasp my way through it.
I feel all tingly now. Glowing and transcendent. I can feel air currents gently caressing my skin. Sparks are firing in my mind. Bright and pretty.
My eyes open. Carlo is staring at me as if I’m something holy. My heart swells and butterflies take flight in my belly.
Oh. Wait. My hand is sticky.
I look down. My cum is all over my hand. In my frenzy, I must have made the slip slide off my cock.
“Whoopsie,” I breathe as I stare at my fingers.
Carlo is staring at them too.
A wave of jitters washes over me. Slowly, oh so slowly, I reach out. I move my fingers towards Carlo’s lips. His gaze never wavers. Tension thickens the air between us.
I pause less than an inch from his mouth. His heated eyes lift to mine. His head rises off the pillow, and his hot lips wrap around me. He sucks my fingers into his mouth and cleans the cum off of them. Drinking me down like I drank him down. Taking my DNA just like I took his.
This really is the best morning ever.
Chapter fourteen
Carlo
I’m sitting propped up against the pillows, still naked under the sheet, watching Ginni flit around the room like a domestic whirlwind. He’s already fed me breakfast, after feeding me himself, but I’m not thinking about that. That’s going into the denial part of my memories.
What I am going to think about is the proper breakfast he fed me afterwards. Perfectly prepared eggs Benedict with hollandaise that would make a Michelin-starred chef weep, fresh fruit cut into precise geometric shapes, and coffee that was somehow exactly the right temperature and strength. Then he gave me a thorough wash with warm cloths scented with bergamot, trimmed my fingernails with the precision of a professional manicurist, and even cleaned my ears with cotton swabs like I’m some kind of prize show dog.
Now he’s settled cross-legged beside me on the bed, completely absorbed in something that is making my blood pressure spike.
He’s scrolling through my phone. My fucking phone.
He’s wearing a silk robe in pale green that makes his eyes look like jewels. His hair falls in soft waves around his face as he goes through my messages with the casual entitlement of someone who owns it. Which, apparently, he thinks he does now that we’re “married.”
