I do it again, the movement only a tease for me, but pure torment for him. I feel the tremor that rolls down his spine, the pulse of his hips he can’t suppress.
As punishment, Rem steals his mouth from mine. He coasts his lips across my cheek, along my jaw, to the sensitive skin behind my ear. The marble counter is unyielding behind me. His enormous body is hot and hard in front of me. I drop my hands to his lower back, just above the delicious curve of his ass. I yank his black dress shirt from his waistband and press my palms to his hot skin, the relentless rhythm of my hips never faltering.
“Fuck, woman,” he groans against my neck, teeth nipping. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“No,” I pant, my breathing all out of whack. “I’m trying to get you to kiss me.”
Rem lifts his head, his eyes a dark swirl of emotions. His lips, those lips he’s using to undo me, quirk up at one corner.
“Now look who is being bossy.”
“You love it,” I practically whine, wiggling my hips against him.
Rem grabs my waist, stilling me with his grip. “I love you,mia amata. Now get up on that fucking counter so I can give you what you need.”
The next instant I’m alone on the kitchen island. Rem steps back, breaking physical contact. His hair’s disheveled, his shirt untucked, the clean line of his bespoke suit pants disfigured by his massive erection. Lust flushes his cheeks, and his hands are trembling where they’re fisted at his sides.
He has never looked more gorgeous. More mine.
“Time to actually obey your husband, Mrs. Cosenza. Sweater off.”
Mouth dry, I find the hem and lift, dragging the fabric over my head.
Cool air hits my skin. I shiver. Rem’s eyes drop to my breasts. I shiver for an entirely different reason.
“Bra off.”
A flick of my fingers and it’s gone. My nipples are already hard. Exposed to Rem’s heated stare, the peaks are almost painful, my breasts swollen and heavy with arousal.
I reach for one, trying to ease the ache, but stop when Rem shakes his head. “Not this time, little one. You don’t get to touch. Just me.” He takes another step back, his hungry gaze licking down my entire body. “Jeans and underwear off. Now.”
Pulse racing, I undo the button and zipper on my jeans and, thumbs beneath the waistband of my panties, I shimmy out ofthe rest of my clothes, dragging my socks off at the same time. The fabric makes a soft thud when it hits the floor and I’m left naked, the marble cool beneath my ass, my husband’s gaze molten as it travels over every exposed inch.
Seconds turn to minutes. Minutes feel like they drag into hours as Rem just stands and stares. I grip the counter on either side of my legs, my body tingling and my core weeping as Rem eats me with his eyes. His attention lingers on my breasts and my nipples throb.
He traces the curve of my hips, and my skin feels like it’s on fire.
He drags his gaze down my legs, and I’m hit by a wave of sensation, the backs of my knees oversensitive and my thighs trembling from the effort of not rubbing them together.
Like he’s reading my mind, Rem says, “You’re dying to touch your sweet pussy, aren’t youpiccola?”
I nod, not trusting my voice.
Rem’s breathing falters, but he sounds totally in control when he says, “Open your legs. Show me how wet you are.”
I do. Of course I do. I’m vibrating with arousal, my core throbbing, desire slicking my swollen skin and the ache deep inside intensifying as my need for Rem notches even higher.
“You are…” Rem trails off, voice strained. He looks at my exposed center, his pupils dilating and eyelids getting heavy as he stares at the evidence of how much I want him. “You are so fucking gorgeous, Lena.”
He lifts his eyes to mine, conviction and love, devotion and adoration shining back at me.
Then, he’s taking off his clothes. Methodically, like there’s no rush. Rem licks his lips and stares at my pussy and unbuttons his shirt like he doesn’t have a care in the world. With the last button taken care of, Rem shrugs his muscular shoulders, and the shirt slides free, exposing the glory of his bare chest. I bite my lip, a fresh rush of arousal slicking my inner thighs.
Rem toes off his shoes then bends to strip off the rest of his clothing. I watch, heart pounding, as he straightens, gifting me with the most stunning view of his impressive form. Cords of muscles strain against his hair-dusted, olive-toned skin, tattoos marking his arms and chest in dark, artful swirls. I force myself to look at the mark my knife made on his skin before getting distracted by the corrugated surface of his stomach, which is just begging to be licked.
Then there’s his cock.
It is hard, thick, the head swollen and glistening. It stands up proud from his pelvis and I feel myself drool as it throbs under my stare.
