My face heats, knowing the thin strip of lace running between my legs has me completely exposed to him. He bends forward like he needs a closer look, then draws in a deep breath. Every movement is deliberate and unhurried. Another wave of fire floods my body, soaking through the sheer fabric of my G-string. He can probably see my arousal, and my cheeks burn hotter.
“You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Even more beautiful than I imagined.”
“You imagined me naked? When?”
For the first time tonight, a flush coats his cheeks under the perma-tan. “I know we’re friends and I shouldn’t have, but you’re a gorgeous woman. It’s hard to ignore that fact. Especially when you’re wearing a skimpy bikini.”
“So you think I’m hot?” I push, leaning up on my elbows, enjoying his revelations.
“Fuck yeah,” he exclaims.
“I guess that makes this all easier.” My grin is so wide it hurts my cheeks.
His brow wrinkles. “Does it? Or does that just complicate everything?”
I shrug, my smile dimming, and I lie back down. He might be right. But he could be wrong. Only time will tell.
All I’m sure of is that the man who has me literally spread out like a holiday feast is my husband, and I want him with a passionthat overrides any other rational thoughts. I need more than torrid kisses and steamy stares.
With a wiggle of my hips, I inch along the mattress, closer to him. “Ti prego.” I’m not above begging him to fulfill my needs, especially when I can already tell he’s more than capable.
The consequences will just have to wait until tomorrow.
Antonio understands my not-too-subtle hint and hooks a finger under the strip of lace, then follows it like a guideline up to my clit.
“Ohhh!” I sink into the mattress, my body heavy with need.
And when he runs it back again, the tip of it dipping inside, my eyes flutter closed. I’m soaked.
“Open your eyes, Luce,” he demands, and I do. “Look at how wet you are for me.” He shows me his fingers, liberally coated with my arousal, then brings them to his lips and sucks them clean.
Moans fill the silence, a mingling of his and mine.
“Fuck, you’re delicious,” he mutters before he leans forward to place a kiss on my right hip.
Rip!The thin lace band of my G-string snaps.
My eyes pop wide open. “Did you just break my G-string?”
“It’s quicker than taking it off,” he says with a wink. And I giggle as he does the same to the other side.
“That’s better.” He peels the lace off me, and his irises grow darker. “Now I can see your full beauty.”
He drops his head closer to my pussy, and my hips buck up to meet him halfway. But his mouth doesn’t land where I want him. Instead, he places teasing kisses on my inner thighs. He’s so close that I feel his cool breath on my damp flesh as he swaps from one thigh to the other.
“Antonio?” His name is a breathy request falling from my lips as I embed my fingers in his hair again, forcing him to the juncture of my thighs.
Deep laughter rumbles up from his chest, and I’m about to complain when he lavishes me with a long stroke of his tongue. My eyelids flutter closed on the wave of pleasure zinging through my body. I’m already so close to letting go, the ache stretching the muscles of my core like a rubber band pulled too tight.
He licks another wet path to my clit, then flicks his tongue across the hard nub. I’m about ready to drown in the pleasure of his touch, when he stops.
My eyes fly open to find him grinning at me. “You like that, wife?”
I glare at him, tugging on his hair.
“Don’t you dare stop,” I warn, and the only response is a deep, sexy chuckle that turns my bones to jelly.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he says before burying his head between my thighs again and placing scratchy kisses on my tender flesh. Flicking his tongue across my clit again, then sucking on it.
