Page 71 of Capuleto

"Are you kidding me? It’s impossible to hold back with what you're doing."

"You can handle this and more, love."

"You wouldn't say the same if I were jerking you off while you're driving... Ah..."

Inside, he had managed to slide them in and was moving very carefully.

"I'd love to try that sometime," he challenged me.

I had no idea how much longer I could last, the only thing I was aware of was that I was on the edge of the abyss.

"I can't, Romeo, I can't..." I muttered helplessly. The motorcycle wobbled.

"Take that exit the sign is pointing to," he directed, "let's stop for a moment and we'll catch up with the others in no time."

"Are you sure?"

"Either that, or you hold on until we arrive, because I'm not stopping touching you."

We were the last ones, no one would notice our absence, and my husband was right, it was all a matter of giving it some gas.

"To hell with it!" I exclaimed.

I turned left and we entered a dimly lit dirt road. Romeo gave me no respite and continued to touch me with slow, torturous penetrations.

I was going to die of desire or get smashed against a tree.

To the right, there was a small wooded area. I entered it without hesitation. I didn't intend to go far, just wanted a bit of privacy to let go. We moved a few meters and R signaled me to park.

I stopped the bike, set the side stand so we wouldn't fall, and tried to stand up to get off. My husband prevented me.

"What are you doing?" I protested.

"Stay still, this is just a relief, I want you to come on my fingers and have your pussy in syrup until we get home." My husband thought I was a freaking pineapple, and I loved it. "I want you to desire me so much it hurts, to feel that unease I have every time I'm with you. Whether you like it or not, you've become the axis of my crazy world, one that only heats up when you're with me."

His words made me lift my hips and rub myself as I had been longing to. His thrusts became much deeper.

I removed my helmet, threw it to the ground, and practically tore his off because I needed that damn mouth indulging in mine.

I tilted my neck back and it didn't take much to entangle our tongues.

We craved each other greedily. Romeo savored every moan and provoked the next. It was torture, a sentence I didn't want to escape from, but how could I? How could I not fulfill the promise I had made to my brother?

The friction became frenetic, as did our breaths, and when I shattered between his fingers, I howled his name into his mouth.

The strokes became slow, calm, enveloping, just like our kisses.

My husband's hand left the warm refuge and the scent of desire perfumed us both.

"I love it when you come like that," he murmured peacefully in my ear, bringing his fingers to his mouth to taste me.

"That's because I do it with you," I replied playfully.

"Pity on you if you do it with someone else."

"I don't want anyone else," I confessed, embarrassed. I almost felt his smile on my cheek. He fell silent and didn't comment further. Better, I wasn't ready for him to probe deeper.

We stayed like that, embraced, admiring the solitary night, recovering from the frenzy.