“Color, Mrs. Maltese,” I say when I’m buried to the hilt in her ass, holding myself still as I check she’s comfortable before moving. My cock is throbbing, aching, desperate to move, but I need to know she’s okay before I start fucking her.
“Green, sir. Totally green.” Her face is flushed, her chest heaving, and her legs are trembling a little, but I see no discomfort. She’s fully ready.
“That’s my good girl.” Heady warmth surges in my body as I begin to move, pulling out slowly and pushing back in again. I play with her clit and her pussy as I pick up my pace until I’m fucking her hard, my body slamming in and out of hers as she cries and whimpers and pleads underneath me. Her pussy is dripping, the tight bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs swollen and begging for release. I continue pounding into her, and I’m cresting the best high. Nothing has ever felt this good.
A familiar tingle at the base of my spine tells me I’m close, and I couldn’t hold back any longer if I tried. “Together, baby,” I pant, ramming in and out of her as I add another finger to the two in her cunt and fuck her with my fingers.
She’s wailing and screaming my name as I shout my release the same time I pinch her clit, and she falls headfirst into her own climax. We push and move against one another as we ride wave after wave of orgasmic bliss, and my fingers are covered in her essence. I thrust my fingers in my mouth, groaning as her salty-sweet taste explodes on my tongue.
When we’re both sated, I pull out slowly, holding her legs up by the backs of her thighs, admiring the way my cum leaks out of her ass and onto the edge of the bench. Gently, I set her legs back down and come around to her head, kissing her lips as I remove the blindfold. “How do you feel?”
“Thoroughly fucking fucked,” she croaks.
“Language, Mrs. Maltese.” My words are soft, matching the smile I give her. “You did real good, baby. I love you.” I plant my lips against hers, kissing her tenderly. “Stay there,” I command after I’ve released her hands. “Don’t move.”
I head into the bathroom to clean up, and then I wet a warm cloth and come back to clean her up. When I lift her into my arms, her head falls to my shoulder. “Do you want to sleep or play some more?”
She lifts her head, staring into my eyes. “Is that a trick question?”
I bark out a laugh. “I need to hear the words, kitten.”
“I can sleep when I’m dead. I want to play, husband. What’s next?”
33
VALENTINA
“Did you ever find out from Zumo what beef is between your sisters?” I ask Fiero as he drives us to Connecticut on Sunday for the baby shower. I’m nervous, and conversation will distract me.
“They wouldn’t say. All we know is it’s something to do with a guy.”
“Maybe you should talk to them.”
“No way. I’m steering well clear of boy drama. They’re adults. They can sort it out themselves.”
I’m fascinated watching the muscles flex and roll in Fiero’s arms as he drives. He’s got some serious arm porn going on, and I’m here for it. Thinking of porn has me thinking about the last couple of days and the many different ways Fiero introduced me to his sex room. I didn’t think I had a kinky bone in my body, but I’m enjoying being proved wrong. My husband has mad skills in the bedroom, and I’m reaping the rewards. I stretch in my seat, and my limbs ache deliciously.
“What are you thinking about?” Fiero glances at me before he takes the next left.
“How lucky I am to have a husband who is a beast in the bedroom.”
“Fuck.”
“What?”
Fiero takes my hand and plants it on his crotch. “That’s what. I seem to be in a constant state of arousal around you, and I can’t exactly show up at a freaking baby shower with a noticeable erection, so please keep the topics non-sex-related.”
“I love you so much,” I say because it’s the totality of what’s in my heart.
His smile is full of affection as he casts another glance my way. “Love you too, kitten.” He takes my hand and kisses the tips of my fingers. “I can’t ever remember being this happy.”
“Same.” He drives one-handed, keeping his fingers laced in mine.
“Who will be here today?” I ask, nibbling on my lip.
“Pretty much everyone. Elisa’s parents and younger siblings have flown in from Vegas, Gia’s family will be here, along with all the other New York dons, their wives and kids.”
I want to ask abouthim, but I can’t single him out without raising suspicion. “What about Louis Pagano?” I inquire instead.
