He drops to his knees, his fingers gripping my hips as his mouth dives in and feasts. I’m assaulted with sensations, writhing as pleasure builds to a nearly impossible pressure.
“Alessandro!” My fingers fist in his hair, holding on like I might fly away.
“Come, Isabella. I want to taste your sweet nectar.” He inserts three fingers as his lips wrap around my clit and sucks.
My entire body detonates. I feel like I’ve been shot out of a canon.
“Fuck yeah… I love your cum.” He continues to lick and lap at me until I’m coming again, or maybe it’s just prolonging the firstorgasm. I don’t know. Doesn’t matter. All I know is pleasure is flooding my bloodstream.
He stands, undoing his slacks, shoving them down along with his boxer briefs. His dick juts out and when I see it, I want to return the favor. I want to taste him there, to learn how to pleasure him with my mouth.
I grab the cupcake and smear the frosting along his length.
“Oh, fuck… Isabella.” His voice is rough.
I look up, wondering if I’ve made a mistake.
“You’ll have to suck that off before I can fuck you.”
I smile in a way I hope is coy. “I’m hungry too.” I push him back into his chair and drop to my knees. I have no idea what I’m doing.
“Lick the frosting, baby,” he says like he knows I’m unsure. “Then suck, like a lollipop.” He moves my hair out of the way. “Fuck, I can’t wait to see your mouth on my cock.”
I’ve just come really hard, but his words make me want him again. I run my tongue along the length of him, tasting the frosting along with something salty. His dick is hard, but the skin over it is velvety soft. I wrap my lips around the tip and suck like he instructed.
“Oh… yes… fuck, so good.”
His words embolden me. This is what I wanted. For him to surrender to me.
I have no illusion that this will make everything perfect. But small steps, right? He’s handing over his pleasure to me now, and maybe before long, his trust… his love.
26
ALESSANDRO
Fuck. I can’t believe how unbelievably erotic it is to watch my dick disappear into Isabella’s mouth. It’s not like I’ve never had a blow job before. But fuck… my dick is on fire.
“That’s it… umm… so good… do you like sucking my cock?”
“Mmmhmm.” Her voice vibrates around my shaft, and holy hell, I nearly come right then.
I grip her silky hair tighter as if that is the only thing keeping tethered. As I watch my innocent wife, suck and lick and bring me to the edge of oblivion, pressure wells in my chest. It feels like a yearning and it’s uncomfortable.
This wasn't supposed to happen. Not the sex, I always knew we'd have that, but these feelings in my chest that come more frequently just from her entering a room or when she challenges me with that sharp tongue of hers.
It’s becoming too difficult to deny. I'm becoming invested. Emotionally compromised.
Her fingers brush over my balls, and I nearly come out of my skin. “Fuck.” I push her back.
She falls back on her heels, looking up at me in worry. “Did I do it wrong?—”
I grip her arms and haul her up onto my desk. “No. You did it right. Now I’m going to fuck you.”
She still looks uncertain.
I cradle her face in my hands. “You sucked my dick perfectly. But I want to come in that sweet pussy of yours.”
Her smile is sweet, like I’ve given her a gift.
