Her breath catches. Her thighs press together like she’s trying to ease the ache but I’m between her legs and my body stops them from rubbing together.
“Would you like that?” I murmur. “Will you let me fuck your mouth so that the only taste you have when you press your lips together is me?”
She nods eagerly. “Yes.”
“Good. Lay back.”
She obeys instantly, sinking into the mattress, eyes locked on mine, full lips already parting and ready. I move over her, straddling her body, shifting forward until I’m gripping the headboard and my thighs are on either side of her chest. My cock angles at her lips, the tip grazing her chin. Her tongue peeks out, teasing, flicking the crown in light little taps.
“Grip it,” I tell her. “Yank it. Make me come in your mouth.”
Her hands wrap around my length, and she pumps me. My abs tighten, a sharp exhale leaving my throat with the first swipe of her wet, warm tongue. She does it again, teasing, playing, and I swear I can feel my balls swell even harder, desperate to release down her throat.
I groan, low and rough.
“Open wide and tell me if it’s ever too much.”
“I can take you,” she whispers, her voice wrecked with want before she opens her mouth. Lips parted, eyes locked on mine as I press forward, slowly, letting her mouth stretch, adjust, take me in.
She gags, just for a second, then forces herself to relax, opening wider, pushing through it. When I ease out, the suction she gives me is perfect—tight, hot, fucking sinful. She hollows her cheeks and pops off the tip, leaving a string of spit connecting to us.
“Again,” my voice cracks. I lower myself into her mouth, she flattens her tongue and sucks me hard with a soft humming moan, drawing me in deeper.
“Fuck, Aly, your mouth is a dream.”
She hums harder around me, the vibration shooting straight through my spine before I sink down into her. Her tongue drags along the underside of my shaft and it’s too slow of a pace. I want to claim her. I want to fill her mouth so that it never touches another man’s again. I want her to know that this is it for her because it’s it for me.
I steady myself, gripping the headboard until my knuckles turn white, my other hand fisting the base of my cock as I angle deeper into her mouth. Fuck, I want to fuck her throat until she’s gasping, want to feel her swallow every drop of me, choking on my seed.
But I want more than that. I want her pussy. I want all of her.
Her hands curl behind me until she’s grazing her fingers across my ass and down my crack. My balls tighten and I move faster, thrusting in shallow strokes between those soft, plush lips, her suction tight, perfect, her moans sending heat straight to my core. I groan, she moans, both of us teetering on the edge of something devastating. Her hand curls through my thighs to cup my balls, teasing them gently with one of her long nails on another deep suck.
"Fuck.”
I pull back, panting, watching her as she licks her lips, her mouth red and swollen from taking me. Her eyes are wide, round, watching as I pinch the tip of my cock, willing myselfnot to come yet. I pinch harder. I need inside hernow.
I move fast, tearing off her pants, tossing them somewhere behind me, pushing her thighs apart to make space for me. This time I don’t even have to ask. She lifts her hips, just enough to get positioned correctly, offering up her body to me. There’s no words. No hesitation. Just trust and no need for a condom.
I slide in bare and feel just how soaked sucking my dick made her. I groan, dragging my hands to her thighs and squeezing. I look at where we’re connected and push her thighs apart wider to angle myself deep in her pussy. Then I thrust—deep, to the root, burying myself inside her heat until I can’t get out, because her pussy is clenching around me like a vice.
Andfuck, it’s likehome.
I lean forward and kiss her like the last thread of my restraint finally snaps. Her fingers dive into my hair instantly, gripping tight, pulling me closer as she kisses me right back. Our mouths move together like we’ve been waiting for this exact moment, tongues tangling, breath mixing. My hips press forward against her without thinking, a slow pulse that makes her inhale sharply against my mouth.
And I feel it. The shift. The surrender. Because this kiss is different. It’s still fire and hunger and the kind of want that makes my blood run hot. But there’s something deeper threaded through it now too. Something steady. Certain. This kiss isn’t just passion. It’s a promise that she’s not going to let me down and neither am I.
I know what she’s been through. I know part of the breakdown in her marriage was the infertility. I know how much she’s wanted a baby. And right now—fuck, right now—that’s what I’m thinking about.
I see it so vividly—her, pregnant, carrying our child. And whether that future is real or just a fleeting, desperate fantasy that a man who loves a woman is having, I don’t care. I wantto try if she does. Because no matter what happens, no matter what the future holds, I want her. All of her. Exactly the way that she is. I want to continue proving to her that I’m worthy of her trust and love.
I pin her to the mattress, grinding deeper, rolling my pelvis into her clit so that she can get the friction I know she needs. I feel the way her body clenches around me. One hand grips her hip, holding her still, the other finds her clit, rubbing in tight, ruthless circles that have her gasping, thrashing underneath me.
Her moans break into little cries, breathless, desperate. I thrust into her in long, claiming strokes—the kind that sayyou’re mine without words.And I think that’s what she’s telling me back. With every touch, every kiss, every shattered moan.
Tonight, she’s choosing me. But I need to hear it. I need her to say it.
“Tell me what you want, Alessia,” I demand, driving into her. This time, there’s no hesitation. There’s no games. There’s no backing out. There’s determination in her eyes that tells me she’s ready to take a chance even if it scares her too.
