Page 53 of Luca

I grab the back of my shirt and pull it over my head, discarding it on the floor next to her yoga pants. Her hand travels over the scar on my side. The one I got just before I came to work for her father.

“What happened?” she asks.

“Knife,” I reply.

“And here?” She runs her fingers over the scar from when my cousin shot me at the warehouse so her brother wouldn’t be suspicious that I walked away scot-free.

“Bullet grazed me.”

“Is this all because of my family?”

“No,” I reply honestly. “Because of mine.” I’ve been stabbed and shot for my family. For the decisions I made to put myself here.

“I don’t want to talk about my scars.” There’re too many she can't see anyways.

“What do you want to talk about?” Her lips tip in a half smile and my palms skate up her arms and over her shoulders until I’m holding her flushed cheeks in my hands.

“Absolutely nothing.”

I swipe my lips over hers and she wastes no time opening her mouth to allow me entrance. The kiss turns heated within seconds as Giada’s small hands come to the button of my pants and she pulls the zipper down, freeing me from the confines of my too-tight jeans.

When she reaches her hand in and pulls my hard cock free, I hiss. “Fuck, that feels good.” Her grip tightens around my cock, slowly moving her palm base to tip.

Our foreheads are pressed together as we watch her pump me a few times before I pull away. “If you keep doing that, this is going to be over before it starts.” I’m not some two-pump chump, but her tight fist around me feels too damn good, and I’m way too worked up.

“You tasted me, I think it’s only fair you let me have my turn,” she says in a throaty voice.

“We have plenty of time for that. I need to feel your sweet pussy squeezing me the first time I come anywhere in your body.”

I grab her by the back of the neck and yank her face to mine, delving my tongue deep into her mouth. Giada returns the kiss with the same fire. My hands skirt down her naked ass to the back of her strong thighs that have been conditioned from her hours at the dance studio. Her legs wrap around me, and I begin walking to the spiral staircase to the bedroom, each step making my cock brush against her wet entrance.

When we make it to the bedroom, I lay Giada on the bed and shuck my jeans off, standing before her completely naked.

“Now who’s overdressed?” I ask, pointing to the bra she’s still wearing. The material is nearly see-through, but as soon as she removes it from her body, my breath whooshes out of me. My wife is fucking perfection. Her round breasts fall from the material with her dusty-pink nipples hardened into points, begging for my mouth. I don’t waste any time and sit on the edge of the bed, grabbing her by the waist and hauling her to my lap so I can have her tits in my face. Giada lets out a squeal, but as soon as my mouth attaches to her breast, she throws her head back on a moan, grabbing tightly to the hair on the back of my head. Her hips move over my cock that’s aching to be inside of her as I give each breast the equal amount of attention they deserve.

I’ve been too scared to imagine being here with Giada. Certain if I did, I wouldn’t be able to resist kissing her like I finally allowed myself to do in the kitchen. I worked so hard to keep walls up, even in my own mind, because I knew once I allowed those thoughts in my head, I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything else. Now, though, all bets are off. My mind is filled with images of her riding me, bringing us both to orgasm. Me pumping inside of her while her hair is splayed on the pillow below me. My face buried in her sweet fucking pussy over and over and so much more. It’s like the floodgates have opened, and I don’t have to hide anymore.

I remove her nipple from my mouth with a pop and stare into her amber eyes through a haze of desire. She’s absolutely stunning, and I have to give myself a little mental pat on the back for being able to keep myself together being around her these past months. If I had known she would be every fantasy come to life like she is now, with her rosy cheeks and eyes that stare at me with unabashed desire, I don’t know that I wouldn’t have risked it all for a taste of her.

I grab the side of her neck and pull her mouth to mine, invading it with my tongue as it tangles with hers. God, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her.

When she breaks the kiss, her hand finds my cock and she lifts her hips, slowly sliding me into her heat. Our eyes stay locked as we connect in the most intimate and primal way two people can for the first time.

“Oh my God,” she says, lifting slightly then sliding back down.

My hand grips her neck harder and her pulse thumps wildly against my palm. “Fuck, you feel so good,” I grind out, my other hand moving to her hip and clutching it while she rides me, grabbing my shoulders to steady herself. My hand that was around her neck moves to her hip and I dig my fingers into her flesh, pulling her harder down onto me to grind into her clit.

“Fuck,” she cries out as she reaches behind her to clutch my knees as I lift her then slam her down, over and over. I’m so deep inside of her like this, and it doesn’t take more than a few minutes for the telltale sign of my impending orgasm to make itself known.

“I need you there, baby.” My finger finds her clit and I begin rubbing furiously, desperate to feel her come on my cock.

“Oh God, oh God,” she chants over and over. “I’m going to come. Don’t stop.”

Like I could.

Her entire body tightens and the orgasm explodes through her, her pussy clamping down and pulsing around me, the feeling setting off my own as I come deep inside my wife for the first time.

“Fuck,” I bellow, the pleasure so intense my vision blinks in and out as I fall from the peak, taking Giada with me.

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