"Are you wet enough?" He questions with hooded eyes.
I nod curtly. "Only the sound of your voice and my pussy jumps in excitement."
"Good. Turn around." He orders as both hands grip my waist, flipping me around before I can argue. "Sit on it and go...
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I am stuck alone.
Words whispered through tears, one which forged an uncommon bond with my own self. A lifeline that has kept me anchored.
I have lived alone.
Strived alone.
Survived alone.
Me against me.
Me for me.
Wrong.
I have a family, a complete family. My husband, my children, my mother in-law, my sister in-law, friends, well wishers, soldiers, business associates.
I am constantly surrounded by love.
Life is good.
Do you want to know what else is good? The. . .
"What might my beautiful wife be seriously thinking about?" Wet kisses meet my neck. I moan at the warmth of his tongue gliding down my neck line.
"Do you never get tired?"
My husband hums, his teeth nibbling my skin. "Perhaps stay in bed for as long as seven months and tell me if it doesn't build your sexual stamina."
Chuckling, I say, "You're unserious."
"I'm seriously horny."
"Crazy." I joke.
My husband hums. "For you."
"I'm busy. I have. . .we have a job to finish."
"Let me finish inside you first."
I laugh. "So needy."
"It's not my fault I have a beautiful wife." His lips tip up into a smile, his eyes closing. Holding my arms, he leans forward and our lips collide.
The gentle touch of our lips sends a jolt of electricity through my spine. I moan.
My husband's lips are enchanting, an awakening to my soul, one which makes me crave so much, one which makes me want so much more.
I revel in the exquisite taste of him.
"God, Bella." Matteo groans, pulling me impossibly close to him. "I've tasted your lips a million times, and yet, I find myself desiring it more desperately. I find myself craving for it like a deprived man."
His words are a catalyst to the stimulation I already feel, drawing a desperate mewl from my throat.
Our lips part, our unsteady breathing clashing against one another.
My lustful eyes stare into his, and his into mine. His thumb gently stroking my cheek.
"I love you, Mirabella Denaro." My husband suddenly declares.
Those words cause an excited jump of my heart. I have heard him say those words time and time again, and yet, today feels so different.
