“You can cuddle her later, baby,” her husband promised. “Let the man fuck his wife in peace.”
“Fine,” she sighed dramatically. “But only if I can fuck her after dinner.”
“Deal!” Luca called after them.
Giggling, I reached for a pillow to smack him with, not surprised that they all smelled like sex. We should probably pay to have the room deep-cleaned. “You’re all fiends.”
As soon as the door closed behind them, Luca grabbed me and rolled us across the bed, making me laugh harder until he stopped, leaving me on top of him. Pushing my hair out of my face, I peered down at him.
“Hi,” I murmured.
His swirling brown eyes transfixed me for a moment. After all the years I’d known and loved him, I still couldn’t stop being hypnotized by those amazing irises. They gave away his every emotion. Right then, I saw his love for me, his lust, his happiness, but also a lingering touch of concern.
Guilt smacked into me. “I’m sorry.”
“Not what I want to hear,” he said, drawing little infinity symbols on my back. “Because you have nothing to be sorry for.”
“I do, though,” I argued, nibbling on my bottom lip. “I wasn’t being open with you about how I was feeling. I was—kinda still am—very…self-conscious.”
“Because a bunch of limp-dick, Cialis-popping motherfuckers were talking trash.” His jaw worked as he struggled to get his anger in check. He hadn’t paid any attention to what the sports talk show hosts had said, so he didn’t know the full extent to which they had dared to go.
But I’d been silly enough to let them bother me. Paparazzi had intentionally taken unflattering pictures of me for no otherreason than to keep the hype going. It was disheartening to see myself plastered all over media sites looking like a fat, homeless person while they posted pictures of my husband looking delicious in workout gear, his abs showcased for the world to drool over. The side-by-side comparison, along with their vitriol, had fucked with my mental health.
If I had simply been open about it, most likely, it never would have gotten so bad.
“I’ve been so busy with the retirement shit and the Super Bowl that I didn’t give you the attention you deserve,” he soothed. “That’s on me.”
“You gave me plenty of attention,” I defended.
“No, baby,” he sighed. “I seriously didn’t. I let you turn the lights off when we made love the last week or so. Didn’t even think about why you suddenly started doing that. If I’d paused for two seconds and thought about it, I could have reassured you how much I love your body the way it is.” His eyes darkened. “And then I would have called Shaw and scheduled some group time so we could all remind you.”
“I love you.”
Luca rolled me onto my back. I was going to feel all the extra love in uncomfortable ways the next morning, but the aching feeling deep inside me was worth it.
Slowly, he sank into me. “I love you too, baby. So much.”
“I-I love them too,” I reminded him. “But I love you more. You are first. Always.”
He thrust slowly, taking his time, showing me his adoration. “I know, Vi. And you know I’m okay with it. Because they love you too.”
I brushed my fingers over his violet tattoo. “And you love them.”
“I do,” he admitted. “But right now, I need it to be just you and me. I want to feel you come around my cock, baby. Then we can go back to playtime with our friends.”
“Luca,” I whimpered, arching up into him. “I will give you anything you want.”
His eyes darkened. “I want you slow. We take our time loving each other. Let me worship you, Vi.”
Tears burned my eyes, my heart so full of love it was almost too painful to breathe. “Take as long as you need. I’m yours, Luca.”
“I know you are, baby.” Kissing me softly, he worked his hips back and forth. It was different from how he’d jackhammered into Shaw from behind in the hot tub earlier. Then, it had been a frenzy to get off. Now, his only objective was to show me how much he craved me.
My moans filled the room, but from the bathroom, I could hear Shaw as she and Jagger made love in the shower. I tuned them out, giving them privacy to love each other while I loved my husband.
Luca
Sunlight filled the bedroom,but it was the way Vi rubbed against my already-straining cock that pulled me from a deep sleep. She was on her side, her bare ass teasing me. But then I felt a tongue swipe over the tip of my cock.
