“That was…” she pants, struggling for words.
“Just the beginning,” I finish for her, moving up to lie on my back beside her.
Placing my hand on her neck, I force her head down to mine, claiming her lips in a bruising kiss. Fuck, I love knowing she’s tasting herself when our tongues intertwine.
“Mhmm,” I groan, forcing myself to rip my mouth from hers. “Sit on my face.”
Her eyes widen, cheeks flushing pink despite everything we’ve done together over the past ten days. “W-what?”
“You heard me.” I point to my mouth. “I want to be buried in your cunt, wife.”
Hesitantly, she rises to her knees to straddle my head. But I immediately notice she’s holding herself above me, her weight on her knees rather than giving me what I want.
I grab her hips, my fingers digging into the soft flesh. “When I tell you to sit on my face,” I growl, “I expect my wife to fucking do it.” With one forceful movement, I pull her down until she’s fully seated on my face, her wet heat against my mouth.
“Raffaele!” she cries, her hands flying to the headboard for balance. “I’m too heavy, I’ll…”
I silence her concerns by running my tongue through her folds, showing her exactly how much I enjoy her weight on me. Her protests die in her throat, replaced by a low moan as I devour her with renewed hunger.
Her hesitation melts away gradually, her hips beginning to rock against my face as she finds her confidence. I encourage her with my hands on her ass, guiding her movements, showing her how to use my mouth for her pleasure.
“I want…” she starts, then stops herself.
Right now, I don’t care what she fucking wants. All that matters is that I want to drown in her slickness, in her taste. I continue until she screams my name.
“Yes! Oh God! Oh God! Raffaele! I’m… I’m coming. I’m… Yes!”
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” I growl against her center, drinking her nectar as it gushes from her core. I don’t stop until she’s no longer coming. Then I pause long enough to ask, “What did you want?” My voice muffled against her flesh.
“I want to taste you too,” she confesses, her voice small but determined.
I give her clit one last firm lick before gripping her hips and spinning her around so she’s facing my feet. My cock stands at attention, waiting for her.
She doesn’t hesitate, lifting her hips and moving so she can move down my body until she can wrap her hand around my length and lower her mouth to take me in.
“Fuuuuck!” I groan.
When I feel the familiar tightening in my balls warning of impending release, I pull her off me. “I want to be inside you when I come,” I rasp.
“Okay,” she breathes. Then she lets go of my dick and moves to the side so she can look down at my face. Her pale blue eyes dark with desire, her lips swollen from sucking my cock. “I want to try something new.”
“Oh?” I question, grinning widely at her. “I’m up for trying anything at least once with you.”
Blushing, she looks at my cock. “I want to ride you,” she says, her voice stronger now.
“Then do it,” I challenge, pointing at my dick. “Show me what you’re made of.”
As she throws one leg across me and reaches for my cock, she mutters something that’s too soft for me to catch it.
“Put my cock inside your beautiful cunt, wife,” I groan. “Take me back into your body.Please.”
While there’s nothing sexier than Alina in the throes of pleasure, enjoying herself, watching her struggle to work out the mechanics is anything but. But I don’t fucking care. Seeing her awkwardly angle my cock with a determined expression on her face is humbling.
This woman who’d never been kissed and tried to hide her body from me not too long ago, is now fisting my cock with confidence.
“Let me help you,” I murmur. Steadying her hips with my hand, I help her position the head of my cock against her opening. “Now lower yourself slowly.” Even though I want to buck into her, this is her show.
She sinks down slowly, her tight heat enveloping me inch by delicious inch until she’s fully seated. Her eyes flutter closed at the sensation of being completely filled.
