“What if you want to do something I’m not ready for or don’t want to try?”
“Then, we won’t do it.”
“Okay,” I reply, breathily. Drawing a deep breath, I begin touching myself again. This time, I focus on what I’m feeling as well as the way Carlo watches me. The two things combined make it even better. Slowly, heat begins to coil inside me, and desire floods my senses as he watches me raptly. A soft moan slips from my lips and his cock twitches. “I thinkhewants to touch me, too,” I say, teasingly.
“For certain,” Carlo husks. “But there are no condoms handy.”
“I’ll start taking the pill. If I’m going to school and all…”
“Yes, that’s good.”
His knuckles graze the underside of my breasts. The water sloshes gently around us when his hand joins mine between my thighs. He teases me for a very long time, not giving my clit the attention it craves. I’d call it torture, but my husband is capable of that act for real.
When he finally presses his thumb down on my needy little nub, I grasp his thighs, my fingernails digging into his flesh. “Carlo…” I beg, glancing down at my nipples which are aching for his mouth. He leans forward to suck on one pink bud. Pleasure spirals through me from that point as his thumb flicks my clit, and the world breaks apart behind my eyelids as my climax takes control.
Collapsing against his chest, breathing raggedly, I feel his finger gently swiping my crease and dipping in my entrance. He pops that finger in his mouth and sucks, the sound and his heated stare nearly making me come again.
Aroused and eager for more, I lift myself off his thighs and move forward, hovering over his erection. “Can we…”
“I’ll pull out before I come, okay?” he breathes, sounding as desperate as I am.
Nodding, my hand wraps around his base, rubbing his tip along my crease before I slowly lower myself down his length, savoring his sexy growl.
31
Carlo
With her fingernails grazing my chest, I lick her nipples and fingerfuck her, relishing her sweet cries before I push her over the edge. I never touch the shit we sell, but I’m already addicted to the sound of Francesca’s rapture.
I’m content to stop there for the night, but my wife proves once again that she’s full of surprises. I’ve fantasized about her riding me and I’ve imagined fucking her in this tub but not the two combined so soon. As her rounded ass cheeks brush the top of my balls, she releases a harsh breath. “Sore?” I murmur. Her brows are drawn together with discomfort when she glares at me defiantly, lifting her pretty ass up and slowly sliding back down again. “So stubborn.”
I kiss her shoulder to soften my words, watching her pussy lips stretch around my shaft. The sight is a huge fucking turn on, and I know I won’t be able to hold back for long. The feel of her walls squeezing me knocks the breath from me. Then, she moves and my balls clench threateningly. I have to focus with all my might to regain control which is just as well. It’s her first time riding me. All of her firsts will be mine, and I’ll admit I fucking love that.
She rocks her hips tentatively, trying to find her rhythm and adapt to the increased penetration from this position. Her movements are uncoordinated, and I can sense her mounting frustration but allow her to try whatever she wishes. Then, her eyes flick up to mine. “Is this alright?" she asks, shyly.
“Sì, mia moglie.You're perfect, so good. I can't resist you. I love the way your pussy takes my cock,la mia brava ragazza.”
Her beautiful face is the loveliest shade of pink. "Can you help me to…" Understanding her perfectly, I nod and grip her hips, positioning her over me so her clit will be stimulated with every thrust. Gently at first, I move her back and forth, rocking against her. I take immense satisfaction from that first hesitant moan and the way her eyes widen with wonder once we discover her sweet spot together.“Oh.”
Grinning against her throat, I can’t resist the opportunity to mark her in another way. She winces when I suck the skin hard for a moment, but my tongue licks away the soreness while I keep guiding her movements. Sliding one hand up her smooth belly, I find a nipple to tease and tug. With a breathy hitching noise, she arches her back, pushing her breasts forward. My restraint starts to snap at the vision before me – Francesca straddling my lap, taking my cock with her needy little nub all puffy and swollen, while showing off those perfect, pink-tipped tits. I move her up and down my cock more rapidly, needing more, needing to give her pleasure but also wanting to claim my own.
My mouth takes the place of my fingers on her nipple, licking and sucking on those sweet buds as her pussy begins to spasm around my cock. The water sloshes violently as my thrusts grow even harder and faster, my hands gripping her hips tightly as we move. Red marks form on her delicate skin under my hands, the same hands that caused very different marks earlier today, but not with Francesca. Any marks I leave on her gorgeous body will only ever be signs of my reverence.
We lock eyes and I deliberately lick my thumb before reaching between us to press down on her achy clit. Every muscle in her bodytightens and her pussy is choking the life out of my cock when her climax washes over her. Her fingernails dig into my shoulder blades and dirty words spill from my mouth, praising her with filthy words. She encourages them with louder cries. I slam up into her at a relentless pace while her bliss still carries her then pull out just in time as my cum releases into the water that splashes over the edge of the tub.
As my heartbeat begins to slow, she wraps her arms tightly around my shoulders and buries her face in my hair, holding me tightly. “Francesca?”
I gently stroke her back. She shivers and I worry I went too hard until she pulls back, grinning. “I think that’ll do to relax both of us better than the wine.”
She’s more right than she realizes. Francesca tamed the monster that had been lurking too close to the surface when I got home, showing it back to its cage with ease. I intend to keep that part of me on a leash around her.
Chuckling, I lift her out of the bathtub and start drying her off. She sways, leaning into me. “Tired?” She nods with a soft smile that blazes a trail to my heart. She’s seeking my closeness after intimacy. A wave of protectiveness sweeps through me, and the thought of those bloody sheets from our first time makes my chest tighten uncomfortably. “Let’s get you ready for bed,” I rasp, guiding her toward the sink.
Once she’s dressed in the purple capybara pajamas she prefers, I climb into bed behind her, nestling her in front of me like last night. The lavender bath oil mixes with her own lovely scent. I kiss the damp curls at the nape of her neck. Her whole body grows relaxed. “What happened after I left you at the school today? Did you meet anyone?”
“A couple of professors but they were busy, so we didn’t chat for long.”
“I meant, did you meet any girls?” I clarify. I want her to enjoy her classes, but I’ve given Faro clear rules regarding male classmates.
