“Have I told you how much I love when you get so horny that you think everything Isayrather thandois a tease?”
“Get your clothes off and show me how much you love it, fiancé.”
God, that mouth.
She’s gotten so much more comfortable with telling me exactly what she wants and needs. She’s always been attractive, but confidence is as sexy on her as shyness is. Her blushed cheeks and her cheeky quips are two of the things that both turn me on and further endear me to her.
We tear at each other’s clothes, both eager to get one another naked. Anya can be surprisingly aggressive when it comes to getting me out of my pants. She may be small, but ballerinas are stronger than they look. Retired or not, she has years of strength built up in her gorgeous body.
When all that remains is her panties and my boxers, she paws at my stomach, biting her lip as she caresses the tight muscles there.
I flex them for her and grin. “You look almost feral when you get your hands on my abs, do you know that,meraviglia?”
“I want to lick them,” she declares, unbothered by being referred to as feral. “Can I?”
“Fuck yes, you can.”
She flips her golden hair to one side, bending at the hip to lean down and put her face to my stomach as we stand. Her pink tongue darts out from behind her lips and she drags the tip of it from the top of my belly button to where my stomach ends and my chest begins.
“You look like you’re enjoying yourself.” I swallow. “But you might enjoy yourself more if I’m the one licking you.”
“Mmmm, maybe later,” she hums, licking me again. “I need you like last time. I don’t want to do anything else until you’ve come deep inside my pussy again.”
God, I love it when she uses her voice. When she feels safe enough to let her lips part with filthy words.
“You don’t want my mouth on you?” I ask, grabbing her softly around the side of her neck to pick her head up. She whimpers as I pepper kisses around her jaw and then down to her throat. “But you liked it so much when I fucked you with my tongue, baby. Are you sure you don’t want to ride my face as a little warm-up first?”
“I’m already warm,” Anya insists, her voice dropping into a sultry tease. “I’m so ready for you, Matteo. I feel so empty, and I need my fiancé to fill me up and make me come.”
“Whatever my fiancée wishes,” I reply, giving in easily. We have all the time in the world to worship each other, and I’m not one to object to a hot and heavy fuck.
Our underwear becomes a thing of the past quickly, and I pick Anya up, walking us into bed. I can feel her dripping on my cock while I carry her, and I keep her close as I set her down onher back. Her hair splays out underneath her like an angelic halo but the grin on her lips is anything but innocent.
“I’ve been thinking about doing this again since last night.”
“You mean after the first time or the second?”
She trails a manicured finger down my chest. “Both.”
“My girl has me twice and she’s already addicted,” I tease.
“My man has a big dick that he knows how to use,” she taunts in return.
“Minx.”
She giggles. “He also has the biggest heart and the kindest eyes.”
“You’re extra sweet when you’re horny, baby. I didn’t even know that was possible. You’re such a good girl, even when you want to be fucked like you’re a bad one, aren’t you?”
“Matteo, please?—”
“Since you asked so nicely,” I tell her, grabbing onto my dick and giving it a quick tug. I push her thighs open farther by fitting myself between them. Flicking my wrist lightly, the swollen head of my cock taps her clit. “Sit up on your elbows, I want you to watch it go in.”
She scrambles to obey, eyes flashing with desire.
“You’re perfect,” I remind her, lining up at her core. “My perfect future wife,Anya Antonovna Morozova.”
She mewls as I drive my hips forward, sheathing my cock from root to tip inside her. The heat of her snug pussy is too good for words, her soaking wet walls stretching to accommodate me just slightly more easily than they did last night.
