“Oh fuck, Luce.”My hands grip tighter around the marble edge like I might slide from the stool if I don’t hold on. One swipe of her tongue across my crown, and that’s all the warning I get before she seals her lips around me. “Do you know how stunning you look with my cock in your mouth?”
She shakes her head, then sucks me deeper.
“Sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” And when she flattens her tongue to slide it along my length my eyes roll back into my head.
Oh fuck, and that’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever felt. It’s sensory overload, and I don’t know how long I’ll be able to last.
She sucks me in deep again, then pops me out so she can lick me like a melting ice cream in the summer. All while her fingers continue to massage my balls.
“You like me doing this?” she asks.
“Mmm.” My jaw is so tight it’s the only sound that comes out.
“What about this?” she asks before attempting to swallow me whole again.
“Luce! Fuck! I don’t know that I can …”
But she doesn’t stop. Her head bobs as she slides up and down my shaft, faster and faster as she works me over with her mouth and hands.
“Lucia! Fuck! Ah fuck, I’m going to come.” The words tear from my mouth just as my vision goes hazy. I’m coming down her throat, pulsing over and over again. And my beautiful wife takes it all, not spilling a drop.
Depleted, I slump down on the stool. While her tongue administers soothing licks around my cock.
And when she eventually looks up, her eyes are glassy emerald pools of light, my cum a wet smear on her lips. I’m so in love with my beautiful wife my chest feels like it needs to expand to contain my thumping heart.
I unglue my hands from the counter, flexing them a little, then bend to lift her up and into my arms. “That was fucking fantastic.”
Our gazes catch and hold. The sweet smile tipping up the corners of her dirty mouth, a perfect contradiction.
“You liked that?” she asks. Her features soft, all beautiful innocence, when she just milked my cock with her throat.
“I loved that.” The urge to tell her I love her almost has the words falling from my mouth. But now isn’t the right time. Later.
Instead, I dip my head and press my lips to hers. She opens to me, and our tongues meet. A gentle coming together. And when we separate again, I murmur, “The tour continues in our bedroom.”
“Ourbedroom. I like the sound of that.”
We walk hand in hand back into the hall and follow it to the end. She’ll like the bedroom, but what I think she’ll like more is the bathroom. Especially when that’s where I intend to show my wife exactly how much I love her in the double shower.
It’s a while before I’m back in the kitchen, leaving Luce to finish dressing in our bedroom.
From the cupboard, I pull out a pan and place it on the stove, then go to the fridge to get the fresh ingredients. I’m banging about, making so much noise I don’t hear Lucia until she’s behind me.
“How can I help?” she asks, and in my rush to turn, the garlic bulb falls from my full arms, hits the floor, and rolls to her feet. She bends to pick it up, and I’m tempted to drop the rest of the ingredients to hold her instead. Black Lycra leggings and a fitted black tee look fucking hot on her.
How is it possible that I’m already wanting her again when I was only just inside her less than ten minutes ago? I give myself a mental shake.
“Where did all this food come from?” she asks, straightening again.
“My housekeeper picked up what I needed today.” I place the ingredients on the counter beside the stove and take the garlic from her hand while giving her a quick kiss on the forehead.
“Your housekeeper? How did I not know this about you?”
“What, that I have one? I guess I never thought to go into that much detail about my domestic arrangements.” I place thebutter in the pan on low heat to melt. “Mary started right after I moved in. She cleans, and when I’m in the city, she cooks for me during the week. But now it’s up to you how often you want her to do that. She’ll be here tomorrow morning.”
Luce leans her back against the counter beside me, watching as I add the cream to the pan. “What are you making?”
“Alfredo sauce.”
