Meet Me In Monaco - Flora Ferrari Page 0,46

does so.

All that is left to remove are my panties, but this last item must go with some real ceremony. I sway in time with the music from side to side, loosening the waistband around my hips. I pull it slightly down one side and slightly down the other, but never far enough to reveal anything. Then I turn and slide it down just until my ass cheeks are visible, bouncing them just the same way that I did my breasts for his amusement. I hear him groan lightly, and I can only giggle as I bend down to touch my toes, straightening by trailing a hand all the way up my leg.

When I turn again, leaving my ass exposed but the rest still covered, I see that his face has softened and hardened in different places. He looks like a hungry wolf, ready to devour me. I can't say that I have any objections. I take the time to run a hand over myself, starting at my cheek and then cascading over my breasts before resting back at the waistband of my panties, making sure that he’s paying full attention.

At this point, I don't think he would notice if a bomb went off outside the window.

Finally, thinking it’s time to put him out of his misery, I slip the panties down my legs, letting them hit the floor. When I walk towards him slowly, prancing like I’m a model on a catwalk, his hands reach out greedily towards me. I don't stop him from grasping hold of my ass, pulling me flush against him as he kneads my skin, groaning into me.

I drop my hands around his neck, pulling him up towards me for a kiss. The first private kiss shared with my husband. I still can barely believe that it's true, and the very thought of it sends a shudder through me. When he reaches between my legs, he finds that I’m already dripping wet. Looking down, I notice the same is true of him, a bead of liquid already forming at the tip of his rod.

I tease his jacket off his shoulders, rubbing my thigh up against his hard length as I do so. He growls an inhuman noise, tearing the jacket off the rest of the way and then throwing it to one side even though I know it is worth tens of thousands of dollars. His shirt quickly follows suit, the tie already discarded by the time we walked through the front door. Then he clasps me hard and pulls me close for one second before pushing me away just for as long as it takes to lift his own hips and shove his trousers and underwear to the floor.

Now that we're both naked, things are a little more even. I sway over him, as he beckons me closer, and for a moment I’m about to go back exactly to where I was before. But then I think better of it, and reach down to push his knees closer together. He does what my fingers command, even though he keeps looking at me with this wide-eyed expression on his face, obviously surprised that I’m taking charge.

And why not take charge? Over these past few weeks, Nico has shown me so much about my body, about what it can do and how it feels. But I’ve not only been centered on my own pleasure. I have also been a diligent student of his own, and I know what he likes. I know how to make him throw his head back and shout my name.

I climb over him, until our hips are flush again, his two legs inside mine. That gives me the perfect position to set both of my knees to the edge of the bed and climb up, hovering over him for a second before I take his cock in my hands and rub him up and down. He moans and closes his eyes, which I take as the perfect opportunity for a sneak attack. I lower myself then. He glides into me so easily, both of us already so excited and slick, and I hear a whoosh as all of the breath leaves his body.

When he opens his eyes again, I’m right at the same level as him, looking directly into his eyes. I'm seated flush on his lap, holding him all the way inside of me, so deep and so close that it’s not possible to get any better. For a long moment,