Page 17 of A Valentino Reunion
I glance to my wife. “Tag. You’re it,” I tell her.
“Nope, not it. They’re adults. They can fend for themselves. I have a hot date in my bedroom with a certain soon-to-be boss.” Maddie winks in my direction before attempting to tug me down the hall.
“Wait… Soon-to-be boss? What happened to Nonno? Is he okay?” Liliana asks, and I can see the concern written all over her face. These kids adore their grandfather. He’s tough on them, expects a lot, but he’s also their greatest advocates. He would do anything for any one of his grandchildren.
“He’s fine. He’s just retiring,” I tell her. “But that news does not leave this family.”
“Oh my god, you’re taking over as boss? Great. This is going to ruin my dating life. It was bad enough with you being the underboss, but now? No guy is gonna want to come near me, let alone date me,” she huffs.
“Huh, look at that, bambolina? Perks of the job already,” I muse.
“I’m moving to Canada.” Liliana stalks off down the hall before slamming her bedroom door.
“You could try,” I yell after her.
“Congrats, Pops. You deserve this job,” Alessandro says, then follows his sister’s path out of the room.
“Thanks, son,” I tell him, though I doubt he’s listening anymore. I turn to Maddie. “Well, now, what’s this I hear about a hot date in the bedroom?”
“Meet me there in ten minutes. Don’t be late,” she says with a grin.
On cue, ten minutes later, I walk into my bedroom and find my wife sprawled out on the bed, completely naked. I pause, letting my eyes take in all of her beauty. “Fuck, bambolina, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” I tell her.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Theo. Though you’d be better if you were naked.”
I remove my jacket, folding it in half before laying it over one of the chairs. I then undo the cufflinks on my wrists. They were a Christmas gift from Maddie ten years ago. I’ve worn them every day since. They are embossed with the Valentino family crest. Placing the cufflinks on the table next to the bed, I slowly undo the buttons of my shirt. Letting my eyes roam up and down my wife’s body as I do.
“Come on, Theo, you can move faster than that.”
“I can, but what’s the rush? I have the perfect view right now. I want to enjoy it.” I crane my neck to one side to take her in from a different angle.
Maddie moves, positioning herself across the bed and putting her pussy front and center to where I’m standing. Spreading her legs wide open, she slides her fingers through her glistening folds. “I need you, Theo, please,” she says, sinking the first digit into her wet hole.
She removes it, sits up on her knees, and then pushes that finger into my mouth. I greedily suck it in, taking my time savoring the taste of her until I lick that finger clean of her juices. Then I close my eyes and moan around the tip.
Fuck the buttons.
I tear the shirt off and throw it to the ground. Then I make quick work of stepping out of my shoes and undoing my pants, pulling them down with my boxers in one swoop. Seconds later, I’m shoving my wife back onto the bed and covering her body with mine.
“Fuck, bambolina, you have no idea how badly I need to be inside you right now.”
“Well, maybe you should show me then,” she teases.
I lift her legs, placing them on my shoulders, line up my cock with her entrance, and thrust inside her. “Fuck, you’re wet. Is that all for me?”
“Always, it’s always you, Theo,” she moans as I slide out, leaving just the tip before I slam back into her again.
Picking up the pace, I get into a rhythm, fast and hard, as I fuck her. Her body presses into the mattress and her head turns from side to side as her orgasm rises to the surface.
“That’s it. Give it to me. Your orgasm is mine and I fucking want it,” I tell her. Fucking her even harder, right through her climax and into the next.
My wife is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Watching her lose herself to the pleasureI give herfucking turns me on like nothing else. And it’s not long before I’m joining her and letting go.
“Mmm, that was exactly what I needed,” Maddie hums while catching her breath.
“You are exactly what I need,” I say. After a few minutes of us silently lying here, on our bed, I turn to Maddie. “Have you spoken to my mother lately?”
“Not since dinner the other night. Why?”