Page 52 of Unruly Protector
“My woman never has to beg.You always have my attention but I guess I’m flawed for needing you to open my eyes to see your needs.Though, I did notice.I always notice.But I will also always place your health over said needs, even if it kills me.”
Nipping.Sucking.If I thought I was balancing on hormonal imbalance and craving an orgasm mere moments ago, I’m now basically threatening to go mentally insane by the amount of need for release.
“Clemente,” I growl in a low moan so fierce it sounds as if I’m spitting at him in anger.
The fearless man has the nerve to chuckle, raising the thought in my head to knee him in the balls.Gosh, this man can still be the asshole he was when I met him.And yet he’s my kind of asshole and always soothes me in all ways.Like now when he falls to his knees before me.
Strong.Ruthless.But the heavenly sweet touch makes my knees buckle as he gently strokes my inner thighs to create a space for him between my legs.His breath heats the olive silk, seeping through and making my pussy tingle with the upcoming promise of pleasure.
Another whimper rips from me and he whispers, “I know, love, I know,” right before he grips my panties and in one rough pull rips the fabric away, allowing his tongue to lick my center.
The aching intensifies and spreads.My hands dive into his thick black hair to keep him in place.Just a few weeks without sex and yet it feels as if I’ve been deprived for years on end.I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of him, of our connection, of our love which has molded us into the solid team we became.
“So close,” I moan.
“You’re going to come all over my face, are you now,” Clemente croons.“Let me taste your pleasure, love.Sweet, sweet pleasure.I can almost taste your orgasm, Rina.You better give it to me now.”His voice switches to a growling demand and the moment his teeth graze my clit is when I surrender to the white bliss he lights me up with.
Pleasure.Love.Devotion.Orgasm super-freaking-nova.
I’m still in a daze when my body is being lifted and placed on the soft mattress.With the remnants of my orgasm still smoldering in my veins I watch how my husband slides out of his jacket.His hands fist the fabric of his white shirt and the way he rips it from his chest shows how badly he wants to get inside me.
I reach for the clasp of my bra and shrug it off to throw it on the floor.Clemente is clawing at his belt when I slide my hand between my legs and stroke my clit.
“Motherfucker,” he growls low in his throat.“You keep that fire burning, make it hotter for me.”
He’s standing before me naked, palming his thick and hard erection.Slow strokes mesmerize me as I watch his thumb spread the wetness of his pre cum coating the thick red head of his dick.
I shift my body and lean forward.Unable to resist, I lick my lips right before sliding my tongue over his dick.I watch how his head falls back and a groan of pleasure rumbles through his body.It’s only for an instant before his eyes are set on me.
One hand is fisting his dick, the other cupping my face.“Such beauty,” he murmurs and feeds his dick inside my mouth with soft thrusts.
His breathing becomes erratic as if he’s balancing on his own restraints wanting to hold on yet craving to cut lose.
“Stop,” he grunts and steps back, making his dick fall free from my mouth.
He leans in and connects our lips softly before sliding his tongue against mine to give me a sensual kiss.
Pulling back, he murmurs, “So much sin and hotness hidden between these lips.But I don’t want to come in your mouth.I want to feel your tight pussy squeezing and ripping the orgasm right out of me.”
Fully charged and ready to detonate.This is how well he plays my body to suit both our needs.
He is hovering above me, his dick caged between our bodies and pressing hot against the place where I need him the most.There’s no rush when he lazily takes my nipple into his mouth.Every suck and nibble shoots through my body and I might go insane if he doesn’t take off the edge soon.
A gasp flows over my lips at the same time Clemente buries his head into the crook of my neck, groaning with pleasure as he ever so slowly slides inside me.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he murmurs.
His hand skims over my thigh, gripping the underside of my knee to shift my leg up to be able to bury himself deeper.Soul-stroking deep.Then he lazily starts to thrust, bringing both of us closer to release.He connects our foreheads, letting me gaze into his eyes to see all the devoted feelings he has solely for me, amplifying it with the words, “Ti amo.”
“So much, and with all my heart,” I croak.He might have told me the words just now in Italian, and shows me with actions and emotions each day, but in this moment, I give him the same words in English in return, “I love you.”
The overload of feelings and emotions causes havoc inside our bodies as my orgasm hits me full force, dragging Clemente down with me into a sea of pleasure.
Instead of giving me his weight he wraps me in his arms and rolls us so I’m draped over him.Both panting for our next breath—bodies slick with sweat—we just take this moment to enjoy the closeness.
His fingertips feather over my spine, causing me to sigh in contentment.It’s short-lived when I hear a buzzing sound.Clemente mutters a few curses and shifts to slide out underneath me to grab his phone from his pants.
Another string of curses flows through the air before it flows into a chuckle.He throws his phone back into the pile of clothes and gets back into bed, throwing the sheet over our bodies.I cuddle close against his hard body the same time he wraps an arm around my waist to pull me close.Utterly spent and relaxed, I nuzzle his chest.
