“Touch yourself, little one,” he says, unlacing my grip from the base of his cock. “I’m going to come hard and soon. I want you to touch yourself while I’m coming down your throat. I want to hear how wet you are from sucking my cock.”
Saliva drips down my chin, slides down my neck as Rem drives his shaft into my mouth over and over again. He is well and truly fucking my face and yet the adoration in his eyes, the tenderness I feel in his hands, it makes me realize I’m holding all the power.
He’s going mad with need, and I’m the one who drove him there.
Powerful Rem Cosenza is literally shaking at the knees because I’ve driven him to the brink, and that thought alone makes my pussy clench. I dip my fingers low, keeping my eyes on Rem’s face, watching him watch his cock go deep in my throat as I circle my clit. I’m so wet, so hot, I feel sparks start to fly almost instantly.
I whimper, I can’t help it.
Rem feels it. His head falls back on a groan, his throat working to swallow as his rhythm picks up.
“I’m gonna come, little one. Soon. Ahhh, fuck.” His hips pound, he struggles to find his voice. “So fucking soon.”
I feel him swell in my mouth, taste a salty tickle at the back of my throat. My own body trembling, I work my fingers overmy clit faster, faster, my vision disintegrating as I get close to coming.
“Che roba, Lena, fuck….” Rem’s fingers flex in my hair, gripping me hard as his dick pulses. He fills me, so completely, his cum releasing in hot streams down the back of my throat, filling my mouth, escaping past my lips. I feel hot drips of it hit my chest and just thinking about being covered in Rem’s release sends me careening over the edge.
My clit throbs beneath my fingers, my thighs clenching tight around my hand, and I moan out my release around Rem’s cock, still hard, still throbbing in my mouth.
By the time we both come down and can move, we’re sweaty, sticky, and stiff in all the wrong places. My legs are so weak I stay kneeling as Rem steps into the bathroom, returning with a warm cloth. He wipes my face, my chest, my hands, my pussy, murmuring sweetly about how amazing I was, how sexy, how mind-blowing. “I saw stars, little one,” he says as he helps me to my feet.
I rest my forehead against his chest, taking the moment to catch my breath. Regain my footing in every sense.
I wanted to give something to Rem, a token of appreciation, affection. But what we just did...
I wrap my arms around his torso, hug him tight. Nothing about what we just did was one-sided. My heart, my body, my brain, they’re all tangled up in Rem, and his in mine.
He kisses my forehead and scoops me up in his arms. I let him carry me to the bed, our bodies still humming with pleasure, and let my newest reality sink in. That, for better or worse, against all odds, I think I’m falling for my husband.
23
REM
“Mmmm, more.”
I slide my fingers into my wife’s mouth, stifling a groan as she licks clean the chocolate cake I’m feeding her. It’s only been an hour since she gave me a bone-melting orgasm and my dick is already begging for round two.
I silently talk the greedy fucker down, reminding myself that it’s been an exhausting day and Lena doesn’t need me pawing her. She needs sleep. And more chocolate. Not necessarily in that order.
“That cake is sooooo good.” Lena offers me a bite. “Come on, you have to have some.”
I’ve already had my fill of lamb ragù and Barolo wine, but I can’t say no to her. I eat the cake and try not to choke as Lena gives me a heart-stopping smile. Well-fed, well-pleasured, cocooned in the cashmere sweater and lounge pants I packed for her, Lena’s curled up next to me in bed, bare-faced and looking at me with unfettered joy.
“What?” I ask, heart pounding a little too hard.
“It’s good, right? Maybe the best cake I’ve ever had.” She bounces up and down, her enthusiasm contagious.
“Yes,mia amata. It’s delicious. But…” I lean into her, stealing a kiss that lasts longer than I intended. When I pull back, we’re both breathless. “It’s got nothing on you.”
Lena blushes and gives my shoulder a push. “Are you flirting with me, Mr. Cosenza?”
“I don’t know, Mrs. Cosenza. Do you want me to?”
Lena’s blush burns brighter, and she drops her gaze, idly spinning the fork in one hand. “I…umm…”
Embarrassed, she scoots away, leaning against the mass of pillows propped against the headboard. Instantly I regret teasing her. Instantly I want her back.
Like she’s reading my mind, Lena reaches out and traces the wedding band on my left hand. I always knew I’d get married. For men like me, protecting the family is synonymous with growing the family. Staying single is not an option for me or Ari. But whenever I’ve thought about it, it’s seemed like something in the far-off future. Not something to look forward to, but something to deal with when the time came.
