Once I’m unmuted again, it’s a good thing I don’t need to speak for a bit. My every thought is fixated on my glorious Matilde as she tentatively licks, sucks and bobs her head up and down while taking a couple of inches of my cock into her hot, wet mouth. I would swear she’s snatching more of my brain cells out with every single breath she takes.
Then those hypnotic eyes sweep up to meet mine, blown wide with lust. “Do you like it, wife?” She blushes when she nods. Fucking hell, she’s perfect.
“What was that, Nico?”
Fuck!“I dropped my knife. I was cleaning it.”
Giggles erupt from below, and I grab the back of her neck, carefully but firmly reminding her what she’s supposed to be doing.
She starts sucking with more confidence, and it’s so fucking hot. Inexperienced she may be, but I’m in danger of coming when she licks my balls and then cups them with her hand. I have just enough presence of mind to toss my pen at the computer, knocking the camera askew so there’s zero chance anyone will see my face in the throes of an orgasm.
“Nico, it just went dark there. Are you having trouble with your camera?”
Like you bastards really care if you see my ugly face.“One of the kids must have messed with it.” One of my infants who can’t even stand unassisted yet.
Glancing back down, I catch Matilde’s indignant glare… right before she nips my balls with her teeth for slandering the children, the little minx.
“Ow… uh-I think we’ve gone over what needed to be covered tonight, Donati. If there’s anything further, we’ll reach out.” Slamming the laptop closed, I reach down and pull her into my lap. “You are very naughty, wife.”
Her laughter is unrepentant and the most beautiful sound in the world. “I was not finished being naughty.”
“What brought this on?” I don’t believe taking part in the death of a man today or rescuing trafficked girls would make her eager for this.
“I don’t know. I was thinking of you, and I have not done it yet. You have not asked.”
“I wasn't going to insist.”
Her brow furrows as though that wasn’t the reply she wanted. “Okay, but I was curious, and I spoke to Frankie on the phone tonight. You know I talk to her.”
I did know that, and I'm glad she's got a friend to chat with besides her sister. “You called her to discuss blowjobs?”
She laughs. “I talk to her about many things, but she said at the wedding if I had questions about the wedding night, I could ask. I did not ask then but now…”
“Christ.”
“Are you angry?”
“No,tesoro.Why would I care if Carlo finds out my wife is asking his wife about blowjobs?” She laughs harder. “I want to fuck you,” I murmur, raking my nose along her smooth skin. She nods eagerly. “Grab ahold of the desk.” Standing us up, I turn her to face it, excited at the thought of having her spread over my desk this way.
But her body language shifts, stopping me in my tracks. She’s gone from aroused and playful to stiff and withdrawn at my touch. Was it only fun if there was the thrill of getting caught? No, that’s not it.
“Matilde?”
“Do you not like looking at me?” she asks in a hurt little voice that rips my heart to shreds.
“Of course, I like looking at you. You’re gorgeous.”
“Why then?”
Panic slithers through my veins. I fucking hate weakness. Mostly in myself. Trying to recapture the playfulness, I cup one of her rounded butt cheeks. “I love looking at this gorgeous ass when…”
Wounded tears form in her beautiful eyes silencing my idiotic mouth. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m tempted to grab my knife and slice my tongue off.
“That’s not true. I mean, of course, I love your ass, but… I’m not being honest with you.”
She looks both relieved and even more wounded. “Are you thinking of her? Is that why you do not want to look at me?”
“Her?”
