She bites down on her lip and frowns thoughtfully. “Well, I’ve got this really flashy black card from The Windsor Bank. Would that help?”
I narrow my eyes at her, trying my best to hide my amusement. I was worried she’d be upset all night, but I’m glad I managed to turn her mood around. “My time is worth more than just money, Valentina. How long did we spend at your grandma’s? An hour?”
She nods, a smile on her face. This sight of her is additive, and I can already feel myself craving more. It’s funny how she thinks I’ll let her go in three years.
“Then give me back one hour,” I murmur, leaning in. My lips brush against hers, and I smile. “One hour of my name on your lips and your body at my mercy.”
I move one hand up and cup the back of her neck, my lips finding hers. This kiss isn’t as urgent as usual, but somehow, it turns me on even more. The way her breath hitches, the way she gently rotates her hips in my lap as she opens up her hot little mouth for me. Valentina is an addiction in the making, and I haven’t even fucked her yet.
She moans when her hands brush over the lapels of my suit jacket and I smile as I pull my lips off hers for a moment. “Take it off,” I murmur.
She does as I ask and lets my jacket fall to the floor before immediately unbuttoning my shirt, her gaze as heated as I’m sure mine is. I love that she doesn’t play games with me. Her desire is written all over her face, and she’s owning up to it. Finally. She’s been holding back lately, and I thought I’d go crazy.
Valentina inhales sharply when my shirt falls open, and I smirk at her as I lean in for another kiss, my touch rougher now. I force her lips open, stealing away every single moan, every pant. My hands wrap around the hem of the blouse she’s wearing, and I pull it off impatiently, taking my lips off hers just long enough for her to lift her arms.
“Fuck,” I groan when I see the bra she’s wearing. Black lace and sexy straps that make it impossible to look away. “You’ll be the death of me,” I whisper as I reach around her to undo it.
My cock starts to throb when it falls away, exposing her perfect tear drop tits, her nipples already hard for me. I wrap my hands around her waist and pull her up onto her knees, so I’ve got her tits right in my face, where they belong.
My lips wrap around her nipple, and she moans my name, driving me insane. I could come just like that, from the mere sound of her. Her hands wrap into my hair, and I look up, my eyes on hers as I flick my tongue, teasing her.
“Luca,” she whispers, her gaze dark with desire.
I smirk as I continue to torment my wife, my hands slowly moving down from her waist, until they disappear under her skirt. Her breathing is irregular as I push her wet panties aside, my thumb brushing over her pussy.
Her eyes fall closed for a moment as her hips buck. “Oh god,” she whispers. It’s unreal, having her in front of me like this, her upper body bare and her skirt wrapped around her waist. I thought the fantasies I’ve had of her were hot, but nothing could prepare me for reality. I’ll never get used to this.
Valentina reaches for my pants and undoes them impatiently, her fingers somewhat clumsy. I chuckle as I lift my hips and push my suit pants and boxers out of the way, lost in the moment with her. I don’t remember the last time I felt this frantic.
My wife sits back down in my lap, my cock perfectly positioned against her pussy as she wraps her arms around my neck, her breasts pressed against my chest. She’s so close, yet still not close enough.
“Valentina,” I murmur, my lips coming down on hers. “These have to go,” I groan, my fingers wrapping around the thin lace fabric of her panties. I want to feel her pussy fully — I don’t want any of this fabric against my cock. I tear it off and she gasps, but I take her lips before complaints can escape it.
“Yeah,” I moan into her mouth as she begins to move on top of me. “Just like that, baby.” She grinds on top of me as we lose ourselves in this kiss, her hands in my hair and mine on her ass, kneading, playing.
With each move, the tip of my cock pushes into her, and I kiss her harder, my sanity slowly devolving into nothingness. The way she moans into my mouth undoes me, and I’m not sure how much more I can take.
“Enough,” I groan when she once again takes the tip of my cock before letting it slip out again, teasing me. I turn her over on the sofa roughly, until I’ve got her on her back, her hair spread out fucking beautifully.
She looks at me through her lashes, with her lips slightly parted. Yeah, this woman knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
I smile as I take off her skirt, exposing her naked body at last. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this,” I murmur, my eyes roaming over her. “Yet somehow, my fantasies didn’t do you justice.”
She blushes, and my heart skips a beat. Valentina Windsor. Yeah, I’m fucking obsessed with her. I’m impatient as I take off the shirt she unbuttoned and kick off my suit pants fully, not wanting anything between us.
Valentina’s eyes widen when I spread her legs and move between them, her eyes settling on my cock as I rise to my knees. She bites down on her lip, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, and I can’t believe she’s my wife.
I lean over her and grab her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand while the other one moves to my cock.
“Luca,” she says, her tone worried. “Be… be gentle, okay?”
My heart starts to race, and I nod as I line my cock up. “I won’t hurt you,” I murmur as I push the tip into her. “You’re so fucking wet, baby, your fucking thighs are soaked. It’ll be okay, I promise.”
She shakes her head when I push in a bit further, a soft gasp escaping her lips. There’s a hint of torment in her gaze, as though I’m stretching her out too far already, but she doesn’t dare to admit it. It’s no surprise that Valentina won’t admit defeat, even now.
I pause and move both hands around her wrists, pinning her down with my weight, my eyes on hers. “You’re doing so good,” I whisper, my tone gentle as I push in just a little deeper.
She moans my name, but she doesn’t take her eyes off me. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” I murmur. “Keep looking at me that way, Valentina. It’s just you and me, baby.”
I watch her as she arches her back, her chest grazing against mine. I press my lips against her neck and kiss her gently, pushing yet another inch into her tight pussy.
“Look at you taking my cock, Valentina.” I kiss her neck and slowly move my way up to her ear, to that spot that makes her moan for me.
“It’s too much,” she whispers, her voice trembling.
I pull nearly all the way out of her before slowly pushing back in. “Yeah?” I ask, my movements gentle. My eyes find hers, and my heart skips a beat. There’s something about the way she looks at me that makes my heart skip a beat. Usually, she hides part of herself from the world, and I don’t even think she realizes it. Here, right now, with my cock pushing into her like that… she’s all mine. I want her thoughts ruled by me, her eyes on no one but me.