Page 32 of The Forever One

“‘Ciò che il leone non può fare, la volpe può.’It means,what the lion cannot manage to do, the fox can. So you see, Tesoro, we were always meant to be a team. The lion needs the fox to defy a snare, and the fox needs the lion to fend off the wolves.” I fucking love how he sounds when he speaks Italian.

“And you’re the lion in this scenario?”

“Always.”

Oh gods, yes. That growl.

He squeezes my breasts, swiping his thumbs over the peaks and holding them in place as he slowly thrusts his cock in between them.

My nipples are tight and my clit is pulsing, begging me for attention. But it can wait. I want to get lost in my husband before he gets lost in me. I kiss his stomach, nipping and licking as I go, wanting to taste more. I slowly lower myself, gripping his cock between my breasts for as long as possible, and he moans when contact is lost. It’s quickly replaced with my mouth over his tip and take the time to lick the slit before sliding my tongue down his shaft.

I grip his dick in one hand and roll his balls together in the other before gently sucking them into my mouth, one at a time, using my tongue to add extra sensations. His hands are in my hair and his heavy breaths and soft groans encourage me to move my hand faster up and down his cock. Popping a ball from my mouth, I replace it with his dick, moving my tongue to add pressure down his shaft as I slide my lips over him.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come down your throat instead of into your delectable cunt.” His words are so deep and breathy, and my pussy throbs with anticipation.

“How about both?” My words are muffled around him, but he understands as I begin to suck harder and faster.

His breathing is heavier, his groans louder, and his fingers dig into my scalp as he tries to control my movements.

“Oh fuck yes.”

Warm spurts of cum hit the back of my throat and I swallow him down, moaning around him and making sure I get every drop.

“That pineapple Stefano’s been serving at breakfast needs to stay. You taste fucking delicious, husband of mine.” I smile up at him, my hands now on his bare thighs.

He grabs my face in his hands and pulls me up to meet his lips, tasting himself as his tongue explores my mouth.

“The only man’s name I want to hear coming from these lips when you’re naked, is mine.” He punctuates his sentence with a slap against my ass, followed by a bruising squeeze as I straddle his lap.

His kisses turn frantic and he tweaks my nipple before encouraging me to rise so he can suck it between his teeth.

“Mmm, whatever you say, Sir.”

The deep rumble that escapes his chest makes me smile as he brings my lips to his again, gripping my hips and moving me so my clit rubs against his cock. My wetness covers him and we’re both fighting for dominance with our tongues, our hands gripping and stroking and rubbing every inch of naked skin.

His cock hardens again and I can feel his readiness nudging at my entrance.

I try to position myself over him, moving a hand to his shaft to place it where I want it.

“Not yet, Tesoro. I want to play some more.” He tries to stop me, but it’s too late. I’ve lined him up and I slam myself down so he’s seated inside me. His growly breath is against my neck, tickling the short hairs and sending those delicious tingles down my spine again.

“Whoops?” I giggle into his shoulder and his grip on my ass tightens.

I lift myself up, slowly rolling my hips on the way, then sliding back down just as slowly. I manage to do this a couple of times before Marco takes over, using his hold on me to control my motions. Every time I come back down, my clit rubs against him, sending all those buzzing feelings through my body and bringing me closer to orgasm.

Each thrust inside me sends sparks through my veins and I’m already on the brink of exploding around him.

“Don’t come until I say the word.”

I almost squeal in protest, but he slams into me again and again and I’m practically losing my mind with ecstasy.

“Marco… baby… Please.”

I don’t know if it’s the ‘baby’ or the ‘please’, but his thrusts become more insistent and I know he’s close too.

“Now.”

“Yes!”