He shakes his head. “That’s normal life,mia piccola farfalla.Me being on guard has nothing to do with shopping. An enemy can strike at any moment.”
That’s one of the few things I hate about our life, but I knew what I was getting into when I chose to love this man.
I walk my fingers up his chest and give him a seductive smile. “Are you going to make us pasta tonight?” I lean in and brush my lips over his throat. “Then I can save all my energy for sexy time between the sheets.”
“Hmm…” he growls before his mouth nips at mine. “You better take a nap for extra energy because I’m going to fuck you senseless.”
“Promise,” I breathe against his parted lips, and brushing my hand over his thighs, I find his hard-on and squeeze it through his cargo pants.
“Christ, Laurie,” his tone is hoarse and dripping with sex. “Carry on, and I’ll fuck you right here.”
Little Ricky gets into the SUV, then we hear him complain, “Oh man, not again. Come on, guys.”
Chuckling, I sit back in the seat.
Adriano grabs hold of my thigh, his hand engulfing it, and as Little Ricky drives us home, my husband’s grip doesn’t ease at all.
Yep, he’s going to make me scream my lungs out.
God, I can’t wait.
As soon as Little Ricky parks the SUV, Adriano shoves the door open and I’m hauled out of the back seat.
“You can carry everything in,” Little Ricky orders Paulie. “I’m not setting foot in the mansion for the rest of the day.”
Laughter bursts from me as I jog to keep up with Adriano’s giant steps.
He doesn’t stop until he slams our bedroom door shut, then grabbing hold of my hips, he lifts me before tossing me onto the bed.
Crawling over me, like the predator he is, my husband shoves my blouse all the way up until I’m forced to lift my arms, but instead of removing it completely, he uses the fabric to restrain my wrists.
“Ooh, me likey.”
I’m silenced by his mouth taking mine with force and hunger, and as he steals the breath from my lungs, his hands roughly caress and squeeze my breasts.
“Oh God,” I mumble against his lips. “I love how much you want me.”
Adriano moves away and makes quick work of ripping my pants and underwear down my legs. His dark gaze burns over me, and I feel the heat of his attention everywhere.
Not taking his eyes off me as I spread my legs, he undoes his belt and pulls down the zipper of his cargo pants. He only has enough patience to free his big cock, before he crouches over me. Positioning himself at my soaked entrance, he slams into me so hard, I shift up the bed.
“Jesus,” I cry, and that’s the only word I get out before he locks his arms around me to keep me in place and starts to hammer into me with brutal thrusts.
The friction scorches my inner walls, and all I can do is whimper and gasp, but then he slows down dramatically, and only giving me the tip, he growls, “Did you like it when that man stared at you?”
I quickly shake my head. “No.”
He thrusts hard, burying himself to the hilt, then rubs his pelvis against my clit.
A throaty moan drifts over my lips from how amazing it feels, but then he returns to driving me wild by giving me only the head of his cock.
Gyrating my hips, I complain, “Adriano.”
“Say it,” he orders, his tone grim.
I quickly obey. “Only you get to stare at me.”
I’m rewarded with a powerful stroke, and my inner muscles clamp to keep him inside me.