I watch as she chews, then swallows.
“Thank you, amore mio,” I breathe, allowing her to take the rest of the sandwich and watching as she eats it.
Once she’s finished, I hold a second one to her lips, and without thought, she leans forward and takes a bite, only reaching for it once she’s chewed and swallowed. Happy that she’s eating, I finally take a sandwich for myself, eating it in two bites before I offer her a chip that she takes from my fingers, a hint of a smile curling the corners of her lips as she allows me to feed her.
“No more,” she says after her tongue grazes the edge of my thumb when she takes the next chip I offer her. “I’m stuffed.”
Her choice of word makes my already hard dick, dribble with excited precum. “Not yet, but I can make that happen,” the horny voice inside my head purrs.
Fuck, I want to be inside her again so much, it feels less like a want and more like a longing and need. This woman is turning everything I thought I knew about myself on its head. In less than a week, I’ve gone from being single and questioning how my future alone would fit into this world to knowing exactly how I want the rest of my life to look and doing everything I can to make sure that this woman is entrenched in every part of it.
“Jesus, amore mio,” I growl, rolling her to her back and parting her thighs so I get a perfect view of her still sore and puffy cunt.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“I need to eat this pussy. I want to be inside of you, but you’re sore, so I’m going to make you needy and desperate so I can drink down as much of your cum as I can.”
Her pupils blow wide as her lips part in shock. In a few years’ time I want her body conditioned to gush the moment I make her feel the way she feels now. Burying my face between her thighs, I lick and suck at her lips, her clit, and her entrance, teasing and tormenting her until my face is wet with her arousal.
I fucking love the way her body reacts to me. How fresh cream seeps from her stretched cunt when I flick my tongue over her clit.
My couch is fairly big, but so am I, and when my shoulder hits the cushions, stopping me from getting as close to her as I need, a growl of frustration slips from my soaked lips. “Bed,” I hiss, lifting her into my arms and striding upstairs to our bedroom.
The rest of the day passes in a haze of orgasms, arousal, and cum. I make her scream over and over, teasing her clit and, on occasion her ass, until her voice is hoarse and there’s a patch of my saliva, her cream, and my cum soaking the sheets beneath her ass.
As much as my dick is screaming to get into any of her holes, I don’t try to do more than graze her tight ass with my fingers. I’m definitely going to be sliding my dick into her soon, but for today I just want to flood her system with good endorphins until she passes out.
At dinnertime, I carry her downstairs and feed her pasta coated in a creamy, garlic sauce while she yawns, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. She’s napped on and off all day, but it’s clearthat she hasn’t been taking care of herself properly while I wasn’t here.
Turning on the shower for her, I lift her under the water, not showering with her, but instead staying on the edge of the tub and helping her clean up. Once she’s clean, I wrap her in a towel and sit her on the counter while I have the world’s fastest shower and she watches with sleepy eyes.
A part of me wants to drag her back into the cum-soaked bed, but instead I pull the sheets off and quickly replace them before I lift her onto the mattress, securing her in my arms with her head resting over my heart.
“Sleep, amore mio,” I purr, stroking her hair until her breathing deepens and she falls asleep.
Panic barrels through me when I wake up alone, the space beside me empty. Scrambling upright, I feel the life start to drain from me until the sound of water in the bathroom has me sagging back to the pillow in relief.
“What’s the matter?” Verity asks when she steps back into the bedroom fully dressed in baggy shorts and an ugly T-shirt.
“Nothing,” I lie. “Come here. Why are you dressed?”
“I can’t just laze around all day again,” she says, eyeing the door like she’s considering making a run for it.
“Come here, amore mio,” I call, lowering my voice until it’s a seductive purr.
“I was going to make us breakfast.”
“You don’t cook for me. I take care of that, of you,” I tell her.
“But I can?—”
“You can take off those clothes and come here. I have plans for you this morning, and they don’t include either of us needing to be dressed,” I say, smiling mischievously at her.
“You want to have sex again?” she questions, pink heating the tops of her cheeks.
“There’s still one more first you need me to take, isn’t there, amore mio?” I say, lowering my voice until it’s a gravelly rasp.
She shakes her head.
