“What I’m hungry for isn’t in the cooler bag. And should probably be consumed in private.”
A breathy giggle slips from her lips, and she twists away, then bends to pick up her towel and bag. I’m standing mute when she straightens. “I’m ready to go.”
I’ve never moved so fast to gather the rest of our things. The climb back up to the car is also done in record time, our gear tossed on the back seat before we jump in. Our labored breaths fill the interior silence. But before I can even buckle up the seat belt, she’s crawling over the console to straddle my lap.
“Is this private enough?” she asks before swallowing my answer. I reach down the side of my seat to move it back as far as it will go. It’s barely enough space for Lucia to reach up and undo the tie on her bikini, but she manages it.
A groan is forced from my body as she pushes her tits in my face. Fuck, I’m in heaven. My wife has turned into a wildcat, and I fucking love it. I palm her breasts, massaging their fullness, while my mouth searches for hers.
Pain and pleasure swirl together as her fingernails dig into the nape of my neck while we suck and nip on each other’s lips.
I tug on her nipples, then pinch the peaks between my forefinger and thumb.
“Antonio,” she gasps, the breathiness of her voice shooting bolts of pleasure straight to my hard, rigid cock. “I fucking want you so badly,” I manage to growl out between ragged breaths.
She rocks her hips, rubbing her pussy along the length of my erection. “I-I-I’m so cl-close,” she mutters, barely coherent.
Fuck, so am I. And the scratch of the fabric between us as it rolls along my cock isn’t helping the situation.
“I want to be inside you so badly.” I run my hand down the side of her body, but she grabs at my wrist to stop me.
“Too late,” she gasps, as she grinds harder against my cock. “I-I’m,ohhhh.” Her arms tighten like a vise around my neck as she arches back over the steering wheel. It’s the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.I’m coming too. Thick streams of cum filling my board shorts. That’s what my wife does to me.
She owns me.
Chapter seventeen
Lucia
“Will you quit laughing,” Ant grumbles, and when my eyes drop to the damp patch covering his still semi-hard cock, he adds, “And you can stop staring at my cock too.”
I wish I could stop, but when the evidence that he wants me is so blatant, it’s difficult not to stare.
“Are you embarrassed?” I ask, not that I’ve ever known him to be.
“No, why would I be? There’s nothing embarrassing about my wife making me so fucking turned on that I come in my shorts.”
I lift my gaze to look at his handsome profile as he focuses on the road’s twists and turns, winding back to the villa. “Then why don’t you want me to stare at your cock?” I tease. It’s just too much fun.
He huffs out a breath. “Because I don’t want to be so distracted that I drive us off the side of the mountain.”
I turn my head away. “Fine, then I promise I’ll only look out of my window.”
“Good girl.”
My head spins back to him, and a cheeky grin stretches his mouth wide.
He flicks me a glance, then focuses back on the road. “Do you like me calling you a good girl?” Now he’s the one doing all the teasing.
“Only when it’s truly deserved,” I reply, my grin spreading. Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve missed this banter with my friend. We needed Capri to loosen us up.
“Interesting. When do you think that might be?”
“When I’m kneeling in front of you, with your cock shoved down my throat.”
The car swerves, but he corrects the mistake and lifts his foot off the accelerator. His knuckles turn white as he grips the wheel tighter.
