both my knees with his hands. He stretched them out, then brought them back together before stretching them out again.
The throb between my legs only grew more intense.
“Do you see what is wrong with this picture?”
“You’re not kissing me?”
His teeth flashed in the dark. “That’s not it.” His hands slid from my knees, disappearing under my nightgown. I felt him tug at the ends. “You have too many clothes on.”
Alessandro torn the nightgown in half in one smooth movement.
“Alessandro!”
“What?” he said innocently, peeling the delicate silk off me, revealing my heavy breasts and stomach.
I slid the rest of it off, tossing it over the side of the bed.
Before I could say anything else, Alessandro cupped my breasts, his palms rough against my sensitive nipples. He kneaded them gently, glancing at me as I gasped.
“These keep changing.” He didn’t sound upset—rather delighted. “I wonder if they taste the same.”
Alessandro answered his own question. He bent down, taking my left nipple in his mouth.
They were so much more sensitive now, and I hissed at the contact, pressing my heels down into the mattress. An attempt to try and anchor myself from the growing heat, the lack of control, the need.
With his other hand, he cupped my right breast.
“Alessandro.” I dug my head into the pillow, squeezing his hair.
“Mmm?” he murmured around my nipple.
I felt his teeth tug lightly, the sensation darting straight down to the crook between my thighs. I let out a breathy moan.
Alessandro titled his head up. His dark eyes threatened to swallow me whole. “Look at you,” he said darkly. “Because I love you, I will let you choose. Your right nipple or...” His fingers trailed down my stomach. “Or your pussy.”
A no-brainer.
I lifted my hips, meeting his fingers. The area was so ready, so wet, that the first stroke of his finger was like lightning to my bloodstream.
“Oh, fuck, Sophia,” Alessandro hissed when he felt me. “You’re going to kill me.”
Not if you kill me first, I thought.
Alessandro pinched my clit, my hips jerking in response. He used two fingers to outline my pussy, pressing down on the sensitive flesh.
I lifted my hips up. More, more, more.
“Do you like that, my love?” he crooned.
I nodded.
“I want to hear you say it.”
I swallowed down my pride. The only thing on my mind was the feel of his fingers against me. “I like that, Alessandro. I really like it.”
He grinned. “My heart. How about if I...” He slipped one finger into me.
A moan escaped my lips. I grabbed his wrist, making sure he didn’t move it.
Alessandro laughed, easily able to overpower me but humoring my attempts by adding another finger. I could feel him pressing against my walls, moving slowly in and out, in and out, building up a rhythm–
“No, no, not yet,” he tutted when he felt my body begin to tense.
I cried out in annoyance. “Alessandro!”
“You’re going to come with my cock inside of you,” he said conversationally, “so I can feel your flesh, your pleasure, around me. Got it?”
He sent me an expectant look.
“Got it,” I breathed.
Alessandro continued to play with my clit, tugging me to the edge before cooling me back down. I dug my toes into the mattress, gripped his hair in my fingers, cussed him out a few times, but still he didn’t let my body find its release.
He brought up his two fingers, stretching them out to show me my moisture. “Look how wet you are, my love.”
“Don’t tease,” I said, bringing one of my feet up, pressing it against the hardness resting against his thigh.
My husband’s eyes flashed. “You’re playing with fire, Sophia,” he warned me. “You have to tell me what you want.”
I pushed myself up onto my hands, breasts and hair tumbling with the movement. Alessandro’s gaze latched onto me.
“Fuck me,” I breathed. “Fuck me, Alessandro.”
In a single movement, Alessandro pushed forward, leaning above me, boxer briefs gone. I felt every piece of naked skin against my own, hot and flushed and sticky with sweat.
Alessandro moved his hips, positioning himself. He paused once again, checking on me.
I leaned up and caught his lips, the kiss hot and deep. Alessandro matched my pace, my lust.
Slowly but surely, he pressed himself against my entrance, then pushed in.
I cried out, breaking the kiss.
I felt him everywhere. His arms around me, his pelvis against mine, his cock inside of me. There wasn’t an inch of me that Alessandro didn’t have, didn’t own.
“Fuck, Sophia,” he breathed. “You feel like Heaven.”
Alessandro pulled out slowly and then