Yes, I am.
29
Matilde
He does not answer my question. He licks my pussy instead, spinning my words into moans. “How is it possible you taste this fucking good?” he growls.
How is it possible for a woman to think straight when he’s doing this?
Another swipe of his tongue, my belly tightens and my thighs begin to quiver. “I can’t wait to make you come. I want to fucking drown in your sweet musk.”
My hard-won fluency in English melts away in the darkness and with his dirty words, and a flood of Italian, words I never would’ve dared speak under my father’s roof, falls from my mouth. It seems to spur him on.
He nuzzles his face between my thighs, intermittently licking and sucking on my clit and pussy lips as I rock my hips tentatively. His stubble prickles my sensitive flesh, but that only adds to the pleasure somehow. I squeeze his fingers as my climax mounts behind the walls only he may tear down. I would swear this is some dark magic, the way he expertly traces my clit, tasting and teasing and tempting me toward my collapse.
Two of his fingers slip inside my entrance, increasing the soreness that’s lingered all day but filling me with a delicious, throbbing satisfaction, too.
“Yes, honey…Fuck.”The rumbled curse, the way he sounds practically unhinged in a way he rarely ever displays outside thisbedroom, he masterfully kindles that raging fire in my blood, bringing out the wildness inside me. Throwing my head back, I let it take me into that valley of sweet nothingness, past the rocks and under the waves.
The warm bubble of bliss hasn’t even started to ebb when I feel myself being turned over. Two strong hands at my waist, and he pulls me to my knees. “Ride my face now.”
“I can’t see,” I gasp, uncertain of what to do.
“You don’t need to see. You only need to feel. Grab the headboard.”
I feel the bed dipping with his weight as he rolls, and my pulse speeds up as he settles on his back. Patting and nudging my thighs and hips, he guides me into position so that I may straddle his face. It feels awkward yet fuels a dark fire inside me when I grasp the headboard in order to prevent myself from toppling over.
I want to see him, but his hot breath down there silences my protests, and his tongue soon has my knuckles turning white. A low moan builds deep inside my chest while his hands stay glued to my hips, expertly moving my body so that every lick strikes a primal note deep within, a symphony meant only for us.
In the dark, my crowded brain is surprisingly silent as I focus on what my husband is doing. On what my husband apparentlylikesdoing.
One of his hands sneaks up past my hip until he’s tugging on one of my nipples. It’s like an electrical signal to my core, demanding I yield to pleasure again. I bite back a scream, and Nico slaps my ass, the sting far more erotic than it should be. “No, wife, you give me those screams.” How can his muffled voice sound so incredibly sexy?
“The children might hear.”
“The children are too young to know or care what we do in here.”
“My sis-”
“-Is farther away and should be sleeping this late. Obey me and let your husband know if he’s pleasing you.”
With my soft exhale of agreement, he returns to fingering me. He cups his lips over my clit, humming and sucking until the dark room is covered in stars when I break apart for him. His name is ripped from my mouth as I cry out, overcome and out of reasons to defy his orders.
My strength vanishes inside my orgasm until I’m incapable of doing more than hanging on limply to the headboard. How the hell is he supposed to breathe? Yet, he never stops what he’s doing, still licking and nibbling and lapping contentedly. It’s obscene the way he devours me as if I’m his never-ending feast.
“Dolce miele,”he rasps as my hips rock through the final wave of my climax.Sweet honey.Flushing, I awkwardly try to move off him. He holds me tighter. “Where are you going?”
“You need to breathe.”
“To hell with breathing.”
Giggles spill past my lips. “Stubborn man. I want light. I want to see you.”
He reluctantly loosens his hold. “What parts of me do you wish to see, Matilde?” he drawls in a wry tone.
“Do not make me say.”
“I insist.”