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Neither do I, inhaling wildly and filling my lungs with everything that’s about to come.
Chapter Eighty-Seven
Mariella
My mouth goes dry as I take in my husband standing before me.
Tanned skin stretched taut over broad shoulders, sculpted muscles, defined abs, powerful thighs, and his long thick cock bobbing against his abdomen. He’s all strength, raw masculinity, andmine.
I’ve had him in my mouth countless times since we became an item, but the thought of taking him inside me is intimidating.
I can’t tell him that, though. Not when his nerves have only just settled. Not when his eyes burn with such tenderness, so much hunger.
Thankfully, before I can think too much, he moves and covers my body with his, warmth meeting warmth as he settles between my thighs. A soft gasp escapes me just as his mouth claims mine in a long, drugging kiss, stealing my breath, my thoughts, everything.
Teo wraps one arm around my back, pulling me flush against him, my full breasts pressing into the hard planes of his chest. His mouth finds the sensitive spot below my ear, his lips teasing and his teeth nipping just enough to give me shivers.
His thick length presses between my legs, sliding through the slick heat that’s been building ever since we stepped back inside. He groans as our bodies move together, my arousal coating him until we’re both slippery with my need for him.
We grind in a slow, torturous rhythm, the fat head of his cock dragging over my clit with every roll of his hips. Sparks fire through me, the pleasure so sharp, so overwhelming, my fingers dig into his shoulders.
“Oh, that feels so nice,” I moan, wrapping my legs around his hips to hold him exactly where I want him.
He does it again. And again. Each deliberate movement makes my back arch, desperate to eliminate any distance between us.
“Teo, please.”
I don’t even know what I’m begging for, only that I need more. Need him. And I’m so close. So damn close, and that’s without him even being inside me.
“Chase your high,dolcezza,” he whispers into my ear before drowning me in more kisses.
My orgasm hits me in a fast, hard wave that leaves me with aftershocks as he grinds his cock against my clit.
“The way you come, I can’t get enough of seeing you like that,” he rasps.
My only response is a blissful, satisfied smile while I close my eyes, fighting for breath.
Teo shifts slightly, his cock nudging my entrance now. He slowly pushes forward, his tip entering me.
My eyes fly open.
Despite the pleasure still coursing through me, I tense, the sensation so foreign. Even just the tip of his cock is so much bigger than his finger.
Teo stills above me the second he senses me tense, his body rigid with restraint. His eyes darken with worry, scanning my face for any sign of discomfort.
“I’m okay.” I force a smile, though I know he sees right through it.
He doesn’t move, just breathes heavily, his forehead beaded with sweat, his muscles trembling as he holds himself up. When he finally pushes forward again, he meets resistance and stops immediately, a sharp breath hissing through his teeth.
A giggle bubbles up and escapes before I can stop it. It’s absurd, really.
We’ve explored each other’s bodies with abandon, chased pleasure in every way possible, prepared for this moment in every way and yet here we are, my big, powerful, usually so sure-of-himself husband frozen with hesitation, terrified of hurting me.
My laughter makes him slip a little deeper, and I groan, half in pleasure, half in discomfort.
“God, you’re so big. There’s no room for you at the inn,” I say between breathless chuckles.
His forlorn expression only makes me laugh harder, until soon, Teo’s lips twitch, and then he’s laughing too, the tension between us evaporating.
