I raise them to my face and inhale her delicate musky scent before dropping the ruined underwear on the floor.
As I slide my hand between her legs to find my gorgeous wife already wet for me, Katya pushes her hips back impatiently.
"Someone's eager to get fucked. Were you dreaming about me before I came in here?"
"Of course," she purrs.
Pulling my hand back, I smack her ass hard. Katya yelps and glances accusingly over her shoulder.
"Never lie to me, dolcezza." I spank her ass again. "I don't like it."
Fire flares in her eyes.
"Turn and face the wall," I instruct her. "Look at me again and I'll spank your ass raw."
With an indignant snort, she obeys. I like that her compliance comes with a little attitude. It tells me this is not a mere performance for her, that she's present in the moment with me.
I line myself up and slowly push my cock into her. At this angle, there's more resistance. I reach around and play with her breast a little. It helps relax her and I will never tire of cupping that soft globe in my hand. She moans softly as I edge forward to seat my cock fully inside her snug pussy.
"How does it feel?" I ask her.
"Good."
"Good, how?"
"Like this is what we were made for."
It's a perfect answer and I wish she hadn't given it. Something shifts in my chest, a sensation I can’t name. I bury it deep.
"This will be hard and fast." I don't know why I warn her.
Pulling almost all the way out of her, I slam into her once more. Katya cries out, a sound caught somewhere between pain and pleasure that's the sweetest music to my ears. I make it my mission to elicit that exact cry from her again and again.
My pace as I fuck her is punishing. I pivot my hips, stirring my cock inside her. Katya scrabbles at the wall with her fingers, trying to find something to hold onto.
"Gabriele!" My name is a prayer on her crimson lips.
She pushes back, trying to meet my thrusts but she can't match my ferocity. I wrap an arm around her waist, holding her immobile as I slake my desires on her willing body. Katya whimpers and moans as I slide a hand up to squeeze her breast hard. Her pussy clamps down on my length and her legs quiver. She's close, but not there yet.
"Gabriele, please!" she begs. I doubt she knows what for.
"Don't worry, principessa. You'll get what you need."
As my cock swells inside her, I twist her nipple between my fingers, hard enough to send a jolt of pain through her. She shrieks and then it happens. Her hips buck against me and her head drops back against my shoulder. I stroke her hair back from her face as her tight channel clenches, milking every drop of cum from me.
I pull out and hold her for a moment. Not because I need her in my arms, but because her legs would give way if I didn't. At least, that's what I tell myself.
After a minute, the trembling in her body subsides. She eases herself out of my hold, then does something I'm not ready for. She throws her arms around my neck and kisses my face. Not theclear, unblemished side. She presses her lips to the hideous trail the bottle carved down my cheek.
"Katya." My tone is firm as I disentangle myself from her and step back. "That's enough."
Tears glisten in her eyes that seem to be as much a product of anger as they are of sadness. Lips set in a straight line, she blinks them away. I feel like an asshole but I won't encourage affection. I can't, knowing where it leads.
"Get into bed," I tell her.
She crawls onto the bed and covers herself with the sheet. The pout remains on her face as I tuck myself back into my clothes.
"You're going shopping in the morning," I inform her. "We have a black-tie event and you need something appropriate."
