“Guilty as charged, and I feel no shame.” Taking the package from my hand, he removes my old panties. Bringing them to his nose, he inhales deeply. “I can still smell you on them. Hmm.” He makes a thrumming sound at the back of his throat as he buries his nose in the skimpy material.
You would have to torture me to ever get an admission, but the sight of him sniffing my panties is doing dangerous things to my body. Crazy, scary, arousing things. My skin is on fire. Tension twists low in my belly as my libido is cranked to the max. My nipples are standing to attention, the hardened peaks sharp enough to cut glass as I ache down below.
“Delicious,” he murmurs, locking eyes with me as he takes a couple more sniffs, looking like a drug addict indulging in the ultimate high. He rubs the material all over his face before lovingly returning my panties to the sealed bag.
“You have serious issues.”
He flashes me one of his disarming smiles, not in the least bit ashamed.
I like that about him. He completely owns who he is without apology. Still, he can’t keep them. “The panties have got to go.”
“Abso-fucking-lutely not,” he protests, setting the package back on the shelf before he grabs handfuls of my ass.
I’m trying to ignore the heat flooding my panties, and he’s making it hard. Pun intended. “I can’t have evidence of my DNA just lying around the place.”
He chuckles as he grips my chin with his long, slender fingers. “You’re too cute sometimes.”
“Massimo,” I growl, growing irritated.
“Sweetheart.” He kisses me, knowing it will soften me up, and I both hate and love how predictable I have become. He sweeps his fingers across my face as he breaks our kiss and peers deep into my eyes. “Your DNA is all over our house, and I want it all over my body right the fuck now,” he adds, slipping his free hand under my dress.
“Your mother is expecting us for lunch,” I remind him.
“We have time.” He skims his fingers along my inner thigh.
“Fuck.” I shudder, and my legs turn to Jell-O at his touch. I have never had this before, and the craving to feel his hands on me is almost becoming unbearable. At times when we are apart, it’s often all I can think about. “You are such a bad influence.”
“I’m a good influence,mia amata, and you know it.” He slips his fingers underneath my panties and rubs my folds. “I turn you on as much as you turn me on,” he says, driving a couple of digits inside me. I moan as he slowly pumps his fingers, melting against him, needing to feel his dick filling me up. Before I can ask, he removes his hand from under my dress and shoves one finger into my mouth. “Taste how sweet you are.”
I suction my lips around his finger, sucking my essence down as I hold eye contact with him.
“Fucking hell, Rina. That’s so hot.” His mouth replaces his finger as he devours me before he pulls back, sucking his other finger into his mouth, groaning as he drinks my juices from his skin. “So delicious.” He starts pushing my dress up. “I need more.”
“Not so fast, sexy.” I drop to my knees and reach for his zipper. “I thought a reenactment might be in order.” I lick my lips and roll my hips as I lower his zipper and free his large cock.
“You’re so perfect,” he says as I wrap my lips around his straining shaft and begin sucking. Blowing him turns me on as much as it pleasures him. My panties are soaking as I work him quickly. He thrusts into my mouth, and I gag when he hits the back of my throat. “I need to come in your cunt,” he says, pulling out and lifting me up.
“From behind,” I say, walking to the bed and crawling up onto it on all fours. “Don’t mess me up. I don’t have time to get changed.”
“As you wish, wifey.” He slaps my ass, as he is fond of doing, and I glare at him over my shoulder.
He chuckles as he winds his fingers around his dick, guiding it to my entrance. I hold on to the headboard as he plunges into me in one hard thrust and fucks me to within an inch of my life. The headboard slams repeatedly against the wall as my husband pounds into me, and I seriously don’t think I will ever get enough of this.
I never thought sex could be this good or that I could become so addicted to it.
Since we had our talk, we have been fucking like bunnies, and we are equally insatiable.
I never want this to end.
Sadness accompanies that thought before Massimo moves his fingers to my clit, and all logical thought flees my mind. My limbs quiver with the force of my impending climax, and I push back against him as he thrusts inside me, our movements in perfect sync. “Will never get enough,” Massimo pants, rubbing my clit harder as he ruts into me, driving deep and nudging my cervix. “Love fucking you,” he grunts as he pinches my clit.
Stars explode behind my eyes, and I scream as an intense climax thunders through me, sending ripples of pleasure cascading over every part of me. Massimo roars as his release hits, continuing to thrust until we are both done.
“Stay still,” he says, withdrawing slowly and pressing a tender kiss to the back of my bare neck. His cum leaks down my thighs as the bed dips and he climbs off. He fixes his clothing before entering the bathroom, returning a minute later with a warm washcloth and a soft towel.
Tears build behind my eyes as he cleans me up with tender loving care. He is always considerate. Ensuring I come—usually several times—and he always cleans me up afterward and insists on snuggling. He makes me feel desired and cherished, and I am addicted to the feeling and to him.
I know what this means, even if I’m terrified to articulate the truth.
