“Brava ragazza.”
I clench around his finger and bury my face into the crook of his neck, his scent filling every breath I take.
Jesus. This man will be my undoing. How’s he even real?
I hear his harsh breaths while mine turn ragged as he begins to alternate between rubbing my clit and fingering me.
“Fuck,mia piccola farfalla. I’m delirious just from getting to touch you.” His voice is thick with lust, making me feel even more desperate for him. “So fucking silky and wet. I can smell how much you want me.”
Sweet, sweet heavens.
An orgasm builds much faster inside me than it ever has, and losing all my inhibitions, I gyrate my hips, rubbing myself against his fingers and palm, moaning like a damn hussy.
“Christ, yes,” he growls darkly. “Show me how you like to be finger fucked.”
“Shit.” Getting closer and closer, I move faster, and Adriano’s rhythm is perfectly aligned with what I need. “Yes. Oh, God. Yes.”
He grips me by my neck and pulls my face away from his neck, then stares at me with tightly drawn features, looking like a predator, which makes me explode over his hand.
“Belissima,” he groans, the sound pure possessiveness.
It looks like he’s feasting on my reaction to him, savoring every shaky breath over my lips and how my body jerks.
I slump back against the wall and press my palm to my forehead as I try to catch my breath. Only when he pulls his hand out from my panties do I think to lower my leg.
Then Adriano sucks his middle finger into his mouth, and my eyes flick between his lips and the black ink on the back of his hand.
Yeah, I’m about to kneel because that’s very hot and my legs are numb.
The man who just rocked my world in the best way possible licks every drop of my arousal from his fingers before he fixes my panties and adjusts my jeans, pulling up the zipper and fastening the button.
Adriano takes a step backward, and with his savagely hungry gaze creeping over every inch of me, he says, “You taste fucking divine.” He shakes his head slowly. “Watching you come just became my favorite thing.”
Then he adjusts his hard-on, the thick outline visible beneath his cargo pants, and seeing him touch himself does something indescribable to me.
Adriano has made it abundantly clear he’s all in.
Yes, this is still very new, but you know what?
Fuck it. What’s the worst that can happen?
Adriano
I see the moment Laurie lets go, throwing caution to the wind, and as I grin at her, she sinks to her knees and begins to unbuckle my belt.
Brushing a palm over her hair, I praise her. “Such a good fucking girl.”
More heat pours into her eyes as she pulls down the zipper and tugs the fabric out of the way to get to my boxers. I stand still, devouring every second of this moment that’s nothing short of a fantasy coming to life.
The moment my wife touches my cock for the first time, my legs lose a little strength, and my body shudders, then she wraps her hand around the girth and frees me from the boxers.
“Fuck,” I groan, and when I see how her eyes widen with uncertainty as she looks at my cock, I chuckle darkly, “If you stop now, I will strip you naked and fuck you raw.”
“Nope, just a little intimidated by your size.” She strokes me from base to tip before swiping her thumb over the pre-cum. “Kinda knew you were thick from the size condoms in the bedside drawer, but I didn’t expect the length.”
Another chuckle rumbles from me, but it turns into a groan when she sucks me into the wet heat of her mouth. I slam my other hand against the wall to keep myself standing as instant pleasure shoots through my body.
“Fuck. Christ.” I grab a fistful of her hair. “Keep still.”