The lace over my panties dampened even more when his tongue ran across the silk material, hungrily lapping at the fabric as he sucked my clit. The friction made me buckle towards his face, eyes closing as my head is thrown back.
“Your eyes on me. On us. I want you to see every single thing that your husband is doing to your body.”
My husband.
Fucking hell that was the hottest thing in the world he could say to me.
Reaching down I grab his hand, looking at the simple gold band he had chosen to wear for the rest of his life. My name had been engraved inside of it, making me nearly feral when he had shown me that detail.
“My husband.”
“My wife.”
He kisses my stomach, his fingers tugging down the panties and tossing them aside as he looked up at me from his knees. One of my thighs is guided over his shoulder as I bury my hand in his head to keep my balance.
The way his tongue circles my entrance, tongue prodding inside of me as I groan. Forcing myself to keep my eyes looking at the way he is devouring me. Watching as he ate my pussy like it was his favorite meal, groaning and moaning against the wet flesh as I shook from the pleasure of it all.
My legs want to give out from the euphoria that he is causing me, how delirious I feel from having him taste me in the most intimate ways.
But I wanted more of him. I wanted all of Dante to myself.
“Please.” the word came out as I beg him. “Please, Dante. I need-”
“Shh, I know what you need, principessa. And what you need it to have that pretty pussy coming on my tongue so I can fuck this tight hole.”
Shivering at his words I watched the way he keeps on eating me. His tongue slipping from my wet hole, through my folds and wrapping around my clit, humming as I cried out, feeling myself release, rocking my hips as Dante’s hands came around to support me through my orgasm.
His lips moved to kiss my thigh, nuzzling the flesh through my orgasm as I tremble against him. A soft scratch from his beard making my skin, that was already sensitive seem ,to become that much more in-tune, needy for him.
Dante rises up, kissing me before he spun us he was half behind me. His cock was in his hand, hard and dripping with a few pearls of precum, tugging at himself as he kisses my shoulders and neck, Tasting me as he works himself up and down my slit.
My hands twists to undo the bustier I was wearing, leaving me in just my garter belt and stockings as I stood in front of Dante knowing that it was going to happen.
“Don’t be afraid of me.” He slides behind me. His leg spreading me apart, “I’ll always take care of you, Ilaria. I promise.”
His voice calms me as my heart races and the fear floods my system, making me nervous all over again.
The whole time Dante rubs my stomach, holding me as he kisses my body, trying to bring comfort to me. As he waits for me to calm down a bit before moving forward.
The head of his cock is slipping through my wet folds, sensitive from the orgasm he had just worked through me. I push back, whimpering as his hand slips around my waist, thumb stroking above my belly button. My head turns his lips finding mine, kissing me and making me ache for him.
I can feel the emptiness of not having him when I haven’t even had him before.
“Watch.”
The one word makes me turn from Dante to meet his eyes in the mirror, his eyes are on my face as I see the head of his cock peeking out from between my legs, rocking against my slickness as his hand holds me steady.
And then his cock is pushing against me, the head of him sliding into me as my knees buckle and I’m sure I would collapse if he wasn’t holding me up.
But Dante isn’t going to let me fall. He’s too busy kissing my neck, whispering against the skin, and watching me in the mirror as his cock sinks into me. The feel of him pushing every inch of himself into me until my legs shake and I feel like I’m going to break apart.
It’s too much.
I’m too full.
It burns from the stretch of him.
My insides feel all twisted up, like they’re suddenly not where they’re supposed to be and I want to cry out from the pain of having him inside of me.
But Dante rocks slowly, not pausing as he tries to ease my body to get used to this.
“Shh, look. Look at how good you take me, mia moglie. My good little wife.”
The new endearment makes my cheeks burn.
His wife.
I’m Dante’s wife.
My eyes watch his cock sinking into me, the way he fills me is unlike anything I’ve ever experience. It floods all five of my senses.
The smell of him, soft traces of his cologne mixed with the sweat of our bodies and heady muskiness of sex.
The sound of my gasps and his soft moans. The way our skin meets in this wet slapping beat.
The taste of our desire flooding the air. Stolen kisses from each other so we can taste each others need.
The feel of him inside of me. Stretching me out as his hands hold me steady and safe in his arms.
