“Giovanni, please?—”
As sweet as the pleading is to hear from my feisty wife, I don’t make her beg again.
My tongue presses firmly against her, flat and broad, dragging up through her folds in one long, hungry stroke. She cries out, her hips jerking forward, her body trying to chase the sensation. I do it again, slower this time, savouring the way she tastes—sweet and salty, like honey and sin. My hands slide up to cup her breasts, my thumbs rolling her nipples between my fingers, pinching just enough to make her gasp.
“Fucking beautiful,” I mutter against her, my voice muffled, my accent bleeding into Sicilian without thought.“Così dolce, mia dragunnida.So fucking sweet.”
She moans and her head falls back, her body arching as I delve deeper, my tongue spearing into her tight little hole before dragging up to circle her clit.
Her hips rock against my mouth, desperate, needy, and I hold her steady, my hands gripping her waist as my fingers dig into her soft flesh. I can feel her trembling and her thighs quivering around my head, her breaths now sharp, desperate gasps.
“That’s it,” I growl, pulling back just enough to speak, my lips drenched with her. “Ride me, Lucia. Fuck my face like the good little virgin you are.”
She whimpers, her hips rolling in slow, unsteady circles at first, but I don’t let her hold back. I grip her ass, my fingers spreading her open so I can lash at her clit with my tongue before I suck it between my lips,hard.
She cries out as her fingers claw at the wall. As her body moves faster now, riding my face with abandon. I groan against her, the vibration making her shudder, her moans growing louder, more desperate.
“Giovanni—I can’t?—”
“You can,” I snarl, my voice rough, my tongue never stopping. “You will. Come for me, Lucia. Let me feel you.”
I redouble my efforts, work her in relentless strokes as my fingers tease her entrance before slipping inside. I curl it just right to hit that spot that makes her see stars.
She’s so fucking wet, so tight, her walls clenching around my fingers as I fuck her shallowly with them, my mouth never leaving her clit.
“Oh God—” Her voice breaks and her body tenses, her thighs locking around my head as she grinds down against my mouth. “I’m—I’m coming?—”
I don’t let up.
I can’t.
Not when she’s this close, not when I can feel her on the edge, her body coiled tight like a spring. I suck her clit between my lips, my tongue flicking against it fast, merciless, and she shatters with a cry, her back bowed tight.
Her pussy floods my mouth with her glorious release. I groan at the taste of her as my cock throbs painfully, leaking against the sheets.
My hands hold her steady as she collapses forward, chest heaving and breaths shattered in ragged gasps.
For a long moment, there’s nothing but the sound of her trying to catch her breath, the way her body still twitches with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Slowly, carefully, I lower her down my body until she’s sprawled across my chest, her skin slick with sweat, her heart pounding against mine.
I kiss her softly, letting her taste herself on my lips in slow, possessive glides of my tongue against hers.
“Giovanni,” she whispers, her voice shaky, her fingers tracing idle patterns against my chest. She can feel how hard I still am, my cock trapped between us, throbbing with need. Her hips shiftslightly, just enough to rub against me, and I groan, my hands tightening on her waist.
“You’re greedy, aren’t you?” I murmur, my voice a dark chuckle. “Already thinking about what’s next?”
She blushes and I laugh.
My sweet contradiction. A siren and a virgin.
I kiss her again.
And when I finally pull back, her eyes are dark, her lips swollen, her body taut with wanting she refuses to let tip over the edge. I rest my forehead against hers, breathing her in, marvelling again at the fact that I am content, content, to stop.
That thought alarms me.
We shower together, steam fogging the glass and hands lingering where they shouldn’t. Restraint frays but holds. And it’s there, under the spray, slick tiles cold beneath our feet, that she drops the bomb.
