Lost in his commanding voice, I do what he says, rolling, tugging, exactly as he’s demanded.The dual sensations send me spiraling.“Moretti…”
“Come for me, wife.”
There’s no way I can do that standing, his face buried between my legs in my hot pussy.
Gently he nips me and thrusts even harder, more demandingly.
The tiny pain shatters me.
My knees weaken, and I come hard, his name tearing from my lips in a desperate cry.
He’s relentless, not stopping until every aftershock has wrung through me.
Only then does he ease his fingers free.
Deliberately, gaze locked on mine, he holds his hand in front of me and licks away my orgasm.
His mouth is slick with me.
The sight is erotic, sending fresh heat through me.
He leans in, bracing one forearm beside my head, caging me without touching.His cock is swollen, throbbing heavily and untouched between us, veins standing out, head flushed dark.
Shocking me, he doesn’t attempt to take me.
He simply kisses the corner of my mouth.“I have a surprise for you.
The man makes my head spin.
“When you’re ready.”
Not trusting him, I narrow my eyes.I’ve had enough of Moretti’ssurprises.
“I think you’ll like it.”
I tip my head to the side, expecting him to pull the rug out from beneath me again.“What’s the catch?Are you going to do something to make me earn it?”
“Nothing at all, wife.You can consider it a wedding gift.”
ChapterTwenty-Two
Valentina
I’m skeptical.
But Moretti leans in closer, closer… And then he simply kisses the corner of my mouth.The brush of his lips is so unexpectedly soft after the ruthless demand of his tongue that my breath catches.
“Are you ready?”he repeats.
My back remains pressed to the cool wall, the robe hanging open where he pushed it aside to reach me, my breasts exposed to the air that feels suddenly too thin.
Without waiting for my response, he pushes away from me.
The absence of his body and heat is sudden and stark.
Cool air rushes in where his heat had caged me, raising goose bumps along my arms and across the upper swells of my breasts.
With the same deliberate control that I now believe he always shows, he slides the robe back over my shoulders and draws the lapels together over my breasts.
