Page 121 of Bad Bishop
And everything was so goddamnpink.
The setting was irrelevant, though. I locked the door behind us, seized the back of her head, and kissed her, slow and tender this time, walking her back to her bed while she clawed at my clothes, yanking my dress shirt from my slacks, unbuckling my belt, sinking her fingernails into my skin.
I broke the kiss and tilted her jawline with my thumbs so she would look at me. “We need to keep it quiet.”
“Why?”
Why, indeed? Was there better revenge for her brothers’ taking my eye out than having the entire Ferrante household, guests and servants included, listening as I defiled their precious baby girl? But somewhere down the line, tormenting the Ferrante men became marginally less satisfying than…well, Lila herself.
And, fine, maybe I respected her. Enough to protect her privacy.
“Because you’re mine. Your moans. Your pleasure. Your words. No one else is allowed to hear them.”
Lila nodded eagerly, fusing our lips together again, falling to the bed and taking me down with her. Her legs opened for me. She didn’t wear any leggings.
Slipping a hand under her dress, I found a tiny pair of underwear, completely soaked.
“Lace,” I growled into her mouth approvingly. “I don’t remember you owning fine lingerie.”
“Your sister took me shopping. I told her I wanted to seduce you.”
Like she needed to seduce me. She could roll in pig shit and I’d lick her clean from head to toe.
Reaching between her legs, I used the tip of my pinky to drag her dress up, sensually slow. Lila’s breathing ceased and we both watched as a tiny, lacy white thong appeared, covering a pale triangle. The part that covered her pussy lips was cotton, and itwas drenched with her juices. I slowly removed her underwear to reveal a trimmed little cunt.
I looked up. Blush crept onto my wife’s cheeks. “She told me to groom down there, too.”
I made a mental note to treat Tierney to her favorite funnel cake. And maybe an entire Miu Miu shop.
“Sure you want this?” I asked, glad she couldn’t hear my voice cracking midsentence.
“I’m sure.”
She trusted me with her body.
With her secrets.
With her heart.
The first person who ever did. I wanted to earn it. To deserve it.
I removed her dress but kept her heels on, struggling to maintain a detached air. Once I was done, I took off all of my clothes. Even the goddamn socks. I wanted this to be…right. Then I stood before her and gave her a few seconds to take it all in. Her icy blues roamed my body, and she gulped. Then she pushed forward onto her knees and crawled across the bed, fisting my cock and giving it a stroke. The first time she had touched it since the first night I ate her out.
I hissed in pain and looked away.
Still, I let her explore it.
She touched the tip first, her lower lip trapped under her teeth, then ran her slender fingers over the length of it, cupping my balls. I closed my eye and sighed. I had my dick hoovered by countless women whose damn job was to suck cock, and never was it this erotic, this satisfying, this…thrilling.
Lila kissed the tip of my cock, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I gently shoved her down and nestled between her legs. Hot. Wet. Welcoming. And I wasn’t even in yet.
I drank her in, wishing for the first time I had two eyes again so I could see more of her. There wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough of this woman. I ducked down to kiss her, and she met me halfway, sighing into my mouth, her fingers caressing my shoulders, my rib cage, my back. Soothingly, like she knew this was new and terrifying to me as much as it was for her.
I covered her entire body with mine, introducing her to the full weight of me before I was inside her. Giving her another chance to change her mind. My cock latched hotly against her hard, round stomach, and I quickly averted my mind from the baby inside it.
I didn’t want to fuck this up.
Do.
