Page 149 of Matteo
I didn’t know if I’d have the strength to turn around and leave now that her naked body, needy and so fucking hot, was so close to me.
“No.”
The word barely left her lips before I lowered myself to my knees in front of her, the water soaking through my jeans. But I didn’t give a shit, because I got to touch her.Finally.
I slid my palms up her slim calves, behind her legs, then spread them. My face right in front of her pussy, I couldn’t resist leaning forward and dragging my tongue over her mound.
I groaned. She moaned.
She threaded her fingers through my hair, grabbing the strands as she watched me with hooded eyes. Her chest rose and fell as she took rapid breaths.
I kissed her inner thigh, the scent of her arousal making me rock hard.
“Not there,” she whispered, rocking her hips.
“No?” I groaned, the smell of her arousal filling my nostrils and driving me crazy. “Show me.”
She guided my head to her swollen sex. “You want me to eat your pussy?”
She nodded. “Words. I want your words, Ari.”
I circled her clit, harder and harder. “Eat my pussy, Matteo. Please.”
“Your wish is my command, wife,” I rasped. “Hook your leg over my shoulder.”
She complied eagerly, and I rewarded her with a long lick. I sucked and licked her, loving the way she rolled her hips, grinding herself against me.
“Ahhhh…” She released a long moan, throwing her head back and banging it against the shower door. “I missed you.”
Fuck, those words.
I lapped at her needy clit, shoving a finger inside her. Her fingers curled in my hair and I ate her like I was a man starved.
“Ohhh… P-please…” she panted.
I groaned, thrusting my tongue inside her as she rocked back and forth against me. When I drew her clit between my lips and nipped it gently, she climaxed. Her body jerked and trembled against my face and would have collapsed if I hadn’t gripped her hips.
When she finally slumped, our gazes met, her heavy breaths and flushed cheeks the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
I stared up at her, ravenous and desperate, my cock straining against my fly.
“I want to make love to you,” I grunted, my control hanging by a thread. “I need my wife.”
She licked her lips, her hooded eyes darting to the left, and I readied for disappointment.
“Should we go to the bedroom?”
I sprang up and made quick work of shucking off my pants. She reached for my shirt and pulled it over my head, discarding it onto the floor.
Then I scooped her up bridal-style and carried her to bed.
“I need my wife’s pussy strangling my cock. It’s been too long.”
We fell on the bed and she immediately straddled me, putting one hand on my chest as she guided my cock to her wet heat.
She began lowering down, her tight channel an oasis. Unable to control myself, I bucked my hips, eager to fill her up, and impaled her fully.
“Ohhh, fuuuuck,” she panted.
