Page 49 of His Vow
“See, you don’t know everything about me. Your husband is multi-talented.” He scoffs, “I’m not only an amazing lover, sweetheart. I can feed you in multiple ways.”
“What if I’m starving now and it’s not for food?” I tease.
The sharp intake of breath, then soft exhale against my skin, sends a rush of heat to my core. He turns me within the circle of his arms. His eyes narrow on my mouth. I can play his game of teasing just as well as he can. And like him, I’m good with follow-through. My fingers glide to the buckle of his belt, undoing it then, pulling it through the loops of his pants. But right as it comes free, a knock sounds at the door.
“Don’t move. Or lose those thoughts,” Ant growls before stepping back.
“Ahem, you might want to hide that.” I point to the outline of his erection stretching against the fabric of his pants.
“I might just leave it for the porter to see how much I want my wife,” he taunts me.
“And I might just make you wait.” I pop a hip and place my hand on it.
He chuckles while tugging his shirt out of the waistband, then turns and strides away to disappear into the hallway, still laughing.
I wander into the pantry, which is surprisingly fully stocked, then open the double doors on the fridge to find it also filled with fresh fruit, vegetables, and meat. How is that possible when Antonio hasn’t been here for weeks? A bunch of green grapes catches my eye, and I pick a few, popping them into my mouth.Mmm, my mouth waters with the crisp tanginess, definitely fresh. I grab the bowl and return to stand at the island to wait for Ant.
And it isn’t long before he’s striding toward me, the buttons on his shirt already half undone, the flaps at the bottom flying open.
“Stop right there,” I demand right before he reaches for me. His eyes widen as I pull a stool out from the island. “Sit down.”
A smile tugs on his lips.
“I think it’s my turn to take control.”
He sits. “That’s fine by me.”
“Good boy,” I say, and he throws his head back laughing. But I’m not about to be distracted, and my fingers quickly undo the remaining buttons and pull his shirt off, throwing it behind me.
I pick a couple more grapes, popping one into his mouth, then one into mine, before stepping back to remove my top and long skirt. I leave my heels on because he made it very clear on the flight that he likes me in sexy lingerie and a pair of Louboutins. Knowing this is my husband’s weakness, I’m not above using it to my advantage. The red lace bra and G-string set I’m wearing were bought in Capri especially for these moments.
Smoky eyes follow my every move, making me bolder than I would have previously been before my husband taught me to be naughty. Antonio has opened me up to being more adventurousand demanding when it comes to sex. And given the tent in his pants, I’d say he likes it.
He reaches for me, and I step back. “No. You need to place your hands behind you on the counter and not move them.” Slowly, he stretches his arms behind himself, curling his fingers around the edge.
“Like this?”
“Perfect.” And then I pop another grape into his mouth.
My fingers quickly undo the button and zipper of his pants. “Lift.” He tilts his hips forward and up, not moving his arms, and I pull both his pants and boxer briefs down to his ankles. “Sit.”
His obedience makes me smile as I remove his shoes and clothes.
My gaze feasts on every naked inch of him.It’s hard not to stare at my husband’s sexy body. Especially when his arms and legs are spread wide in an open invitation and the swollen head of his cock is brushing against his stomach.
“Mannaggia, sei proprio sexy,” I whisper.
“And it’s all yours.” He grins.
“Assolutamente!”
Chapter twenty
Antonio
My jaw clenches. And my palms itch to touch her. But I don’t move. I wait to see what Lucia has planned next. This is the first time she’s wanted control, so I’m willing to suffer the torment of her teasing. It’s a shame the pretty lingerie will be ruined the moment she starts begging for me.
She drops to her knees, and I swallow deeply. I’ve not fucked her mouth, and now my heart is racing so fast at the thought of it, I might have a heart attack before I do. This is the stuff of wet dreams. My wife looking up at me through thick dark lashes while she wraps one hand around the base of my cock and cups my balls with the other.
