I take his shirt off and stroke my hand down his chest all the way down to his stomach. I cup him, and he pushes against me.
“Si, just like that, Alessia. Touch me, tesoro.”
I unbuckle his belt and unzip him. As I hold him hard and heavy in my hand, his fingers move faster, his thumb circling my clit in tight, teasing circles that have me writhing against him.
“Nico, please,” I beg, my voice breaking as he pushes me closer to the edge.
He chuckles darkly, his teeth grazing my earlobe.
“I want to hear you scream my name,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. And then he’s pulling his fingers out, leaving me empty and aching.
He slides into me in one swift thrust.
I scream, my nails digging into his shoulders.
He’s thick, hot, and he stretches me in the most delicious way, filling me completely. His hips snap against mine, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
“Dio,you are tight,” he groans, his hands gripping my hips as he fucks me harder, deeper.
I clench around him, my orgasm building like a storm.
He leans in, capturing my lips in a searing kiss as his hand slides between us, his fingers finding my clit again.
“Dio!” I cry out as I come apart in his arms, my body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.
He follows me over the edge, his hips stuttering as he spills inside me, his moans muffled against my lips.
We collapse against the wall, both of us breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat. He presses a kiss to my forehead, his hands still tangled in my hair.
“Mia moglie,” he murmurs softly.
For the first time since this arrangement between him and me began, I believe that we can have a real marriage, one with a future, with children and?—
Dio!We didn’t even talk about contraception. Good thing I have an IUD, which I got to help with my heavy periods many years ago.
He slides a finger into me with ease, lubricated by my release and his.
I shiver in response. My thoughts scatter. All I can think about is Nico. All I can feel is him.
“Again,” I whisper, my voice hoarse from screaming his name when I climaxed.
He smiles, his eyes dark with promise. “As many times as you want,dolcezza.”
16
NICO
The last time I missed a woman I was sleeping with was when I was sixteen and Sophia Martin, my high school girlfriend, and I lost our virginities to one another in the backseat of my ’69 Mustang, a gift I gave myself when the first allotment of my trust fund was released.
My father wanted me to have a sensible car. I chose the Mustang.
Sophia was my longest relationship before Alessia. That one lasted eight whole months, including a month of winter break when we were apart.
Now, I miss Alessia almost as much as, if not more than, I missed Sophia because then, I was thinking with my dick, but with my wife, it’s more than my penis.
I want her,yes.
The sex is amazing between us.
