My brain can’t seem to process the level of virile beauty in front of me, but my libido is very clear on what deservesimmediate attention. His cock juts out thick and proud. I’ve seen it before—touched it—but having it within licking distance is something else entirely.
He’s large, thick at the base, veins prominent as they trace up to the head, already ruddy and swollen and glistening with arousal.
Entranced, and so hungry, I swipe my finger across his tip, collecting the precome and sucking it off my skin. Above me, Rem curses, his cock jerking in anticipation. My pussy throbs and I can’t believe how turned on I’m getting just thinking about taking him in my mouth.
Rem traces a finger through my hairline, his touch almost a whisper. “Have you done this before, beautiful?”
To a man like him? Absolutely not. The few college boys I’ve fooled around with don’t even seem like men compared to him. And while I’ve given head before, it was sloppy and uncomfortable and not particularly enjoyable. This pulsing, insistent need I have to pleasure Rem with my mouth, to make him beg and come with my lips and tongue—that’s something I’ve never felt before in my life.
I answer him by wrapping my fist around the base of his cock and licking him from top to bottom. He groans, his hand immediately tightening in my hair. I smile, my eyes finding his as I take him into my mouth.
“Holy shit,cuore mio, that feels good.” Rem locks his thighs, muscles flexed. I draw my tongue around his tip, circling the sensitive head, once, again, and am rewarded with another drop of precome.
It beads on his slit, and I lick it off. Rem shudders, his nails digging into my scalp.
“Shit, Lena.” He puts his thumb at the corner of my mouth, pressing down until I open wide. “Take me deeper, little one. I want to feel you suck me.”
I do. I take him, opening my jaw and swallowing his shaft,letting his girth fill my mouth and the velvety skin slide across my tongue. He’s hot and heavy and I take him as deep as I can, until my nose brushes his pelvis.
I feel so full of him, yet so empty. My pussy flutters, begging for attention, arousal sliding down the inside of my bare thighs. I ignore my own need, squeezing the base of Rem’s erection as I draw it slowly out of my mouth. His skin glistens, his cock seeming to grow longer, thicker as I circle the head and swallow him back down.
Rem’s muttering curses and praise, some in English, some in Italian. I glance up at him and his eyes are glazed, his expression dazed as he stares at the sight of me at his feet. “You look so amazing, little one. My cock in your mouth, those lips split so wide for me. So beautiful.”
He traces my jaw with one hand, the other still wrapped tightly in my hair. I hold steady, breathing through my nose, giving him this moment. I feel the saliva pool on my tongue and tears well in my eyes. I swallow, taking him in farther, relishing the way his stomach muscles clench and his eyes go darker the deeper he gets.
Rem brushes his fingers across my throat, his eyes rolling back when he feels himself through my delicate skin. “Fuck,” he groans. “I can practically see where I am inside you, little one. It’s so fucking sexy.Youare so fucking sexy, making me so goddamn hard.”
As if I need him to tell me that. He’s iron in my mouth, velvety-smooth against my palm and lips, but so hard as I start to work him faster. I stroke with my hand as I suck him down, a rhythm building as his hips begin to rock.
The sounds filling the closet are feral, messy. Erotic. The slurp of my mouth. The grunts Rem can’t control.
He grips my head in both hands, and I hear him curse again. “I can see you, Lena,” he says, breathless. It takes me a second to understand what he means. When we moved into thecloset, I knelt with the floor-length mirror behind me, so Rem can see both the front and back of me. He pulls my hair to the top of my head, winding the wet strands around his fist as he starts to thrust deeper.
“Yes, that’s it,” he praises. “Take my cock, take it as deep as you can.”
For a second, I struggle to breathe. Then, allowing my jaw to open as much as possible, I inhale through my nose and will my body to relax. My mouth is stretched so wide, his dick invading the back of my throat. And, totally lost to him, I relish it. Love every second of it. From the way my knees burn against the rug to the sting of his grip in my hair to the way my pussy begs for friction as I bring Rem closer to coming apart.
“God your ass is amazing.” Rem is looking at my reflection, his eyes enflamed as he watches me in my supplicant position. “I can’t wait to claim you there, Lena. To put my cock in that beautiful ass of yours and fill you so completely, so perfectly.”
I groan, eyes closing as delicious curiosity and longing spiral through me. I tighten my grip on his base, working him faster as I suck hard.
“You’re so beautiful,mia amata,” he says above me, so low I can barely hear him over the pounding of my own blood. “Your gorgeous, defiant mouth—God how I love it. And how I’m going to fuck it. Hold on, gorgeous girl. I can’t hold back anymore.”
Rem tips my head, angling it just perfectly so he slides deep, so deep, making me gag. “Look at me, little wife,” he orders.
I do. I lift heavy lids and look up at my husband. Arousal, need, possession, awe—they tumble across his face, and I’m transfixed. Even more desperate to please him.
Even more turned on than before.
He holds me captive with that gaze. “I’m going to fuck you like this, understand?”
I blink.
“I’m going to come down your throat, empty everything I have inside your hot little mouth.”
I blink and can’t repress the shudder that rips through me.
Rem pulls my left hand up to his torso, locking it against his abs, pinning me in place. I can feel his inherent power as he starts to thrust. His balls tap the underside of my chin, his scent permeating every crevice of my brain and my body practically bows with anticipation, with arousal.
