Flaws And All
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“If you want to talk, bella,” her husband stated in a hushed tone, “you can tell me where to touch you.” His fingertips trailed from her shoulder, down her collarbone and between her breasts. He lingered there, not going any farther. “This is our lesson in communication.”
Her eyes closed as she breathed through clenched teeth. “You mean our lesson on torment?” Despite her weeks of agonizing over something that clearly wasn’t an issue, Nyssa had been right—Samara had missed sex with her husband just about as much as he had, if not more.
The weight of him pressing between her thighs, the sensation of his rough palms sliding over her skin, the taste of his mouth… She’d needed him badly but insecurity held her back. At least until now, when he wouldn’t move his goddamn hands!
“Luc…”
“Yes?” His pointer finger lightly circled a nipple before he pinched it and let go. A rush of moisture wet the apex of her thighs, and Samara arched upwards.
“I get what you’re doing here but really, do you wanna wait any longer after two long months?” Logic. He couldn’t argue with logic, right?
His lips curled at the corners. “I wouldn’t have to wait if you’d simply part those pretty lips and tell me what it is you want me to do to you.”
Fuck. Okay, apparently he could argue with logic. “I want you to touch me.”
“I am touching you.” He was palming her waist, his thumbs gently massaging the flesh above her pelvic bone. Luciano’s mouth left a fleeting kiss right beneath her belly button as he settled down on the bed between her thighs, then another kiss where her butterfly tattoo rested on her hip.
She bit the inside of her cheek. “You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?” Samara generally directed his movements with her own hands while in bed, but because she was tied up like a bondage slave that was a little impossible tonight.
Those irises she loved so much glinted up at her. “Say what?” He swirled his tongue around her belly button and her thighs clenched.
“I…Voglio che toccare la mia figa.”
Luciano chuckled. “That’s cheating, bella.”
“You taught me Italian for a reason, and you want me to communicate so I’m communicating. Therefore, farlo.”
His rumbling laugh ate away at the resistance to beg and Samara pleaded with a whimpered, “Please.”
One hand disappeared from her hip and skimmed just over her pussy.
Samara shook her head. “Use your mouth.”
Her husband sucked in a deep breath, his eyes darkening as he firmly lifted her legs and pulled them upwards before spreading her thighs as far as he could. The first flick of his tongue across her engorged clit had her head lolling to the side, and the lashes that followed in quick succession tore a deep moan from her throat.
“Right…there…oh, God, Luc…”
He flattened the appendage and ran it up her slit with a groan that reverberated through her quaking pussy, leaving her breathless. Samara’s hands clenched, unable to do much of anything aside from grip each other as she twisted under Luciano’s insistent mouth. If there was something her husband did better than boxing, it was cunnilingus.
Her thighs tensed as he parted the thick lips of her sex with his tongue. He allowed her to feel the full softness of his mouth on her core right before he gently sucked her clit between his lips and sent her spiraling into an orgasm intense enough to cause her back to bow.
His name came out on a harsh gasp as she rode the never-ending wave he carried her on, never once stopping his oral ministrations. Luciano took her higher and higher again until she broke like a vase being tossed off the edge of Mount Everest; the second climax more intense than the first.
“Jesus, Luc…please…I can’t… Stop…stop…stop…”
He heard her pleas and pulled back, staring up at her with a predatory glint in his eyes as he licked his lips. “Proprio come dolce come mi ricordo.”
Her pussy spasmed, clenching down on air and obviously looking to be filled. Luciano moved away, and Samara whimpered.
“Shh, bella.” He flicked open the button of his jeans then slowly slid down the zipper, those ever-intense irises never leaving her face. “Believe when I say I am going nowhere.”
God in heaven…
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His cock felt as though it was going to split, he was so hard. Samara had no idea how much concentration it took not to just jump on top of her and slam home like a wildebeest. With her hair making a frizzy halo around her gorgeous face, her lips parted in undiluted pleasure, and her thighs spread just for him, Luciano was close to doing that very thing.
“Luc?”
He was watching her, one hand on his dick, slowly stroking to relieve some of the tension that had built there the moment he put his mouth on her. He’d never seen a fruit riper or sweeter than what his wife held between her legs.
“Yes?”
“Will you fuck me now?”
The husky draw of her voice, the same voice that had been the first thing to capture him, sent his eyes to her face. She’d asked in English, which was a clear sign of desperation. No matter how many ways he’d touched her, how many things they’d done to one another, Samara still held a slight air of innocence when she asked to be fucked. That did nothing but make him harder.
She’d caught her bottom lip between her teeth and was rubbing her thighs together, clearly trying to relieve her own tension. Luciano’s mouth dried at the way her breasts bounced with every slight motion, bringing his attention to the pert nipples he’d oftentimes found himself rolling on his tongue just before dawn broke across the sky when she still carried Giana.
“If that’s what you want,” he finally answered, kneeling between her legs as she opened to him.
Samara nodded. “It is.”
When they were chest to chest, he probed her with the tip of his cock, nudging gently until her core sucked him in. The sound that left his throat was between a groan and a growl. Burying his face against his wife’s sweetly scented throat, he punched his hips and drove in another inch.
She gasped under him, arching upwards. “Luc…please…”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Shaking her head, she turned her gaze to his own. “You won’t. I swear you won’t. Just—”
Her words ended on a keening cry as he speared her on [KK1] the rest of his length. Luciano’s arms went around her waist as her body moved against his own, her hips working in circular motions that took his sanity.
She felt too fucking good, and there was only so much he could take. Eight weeks of pressure seemed to build in his groin, and he found himself relentlessly pounding into her until she could do no more than take it and call his name.
“Yeah…yeah…yeah…”
He nipped her neck as she locked her ankles in the middle of his back. Luciano then braced his hands above her head as the tip of her tongue brushed just under his chin. She pressed her mouth to his ear and whispered every filthy thing she wanted him to do to her, and he was mindless to stop himself from pushing into her just that much harder.
When Samara’s mouth suddenly dropped open on a silent scream and her convulsing inner core clamped down on him with enough force to cause him to grit his teeth, Luciano finally released himself inside her.
He dropped to the side of her, rolling until he was on his back.
“Holy. Fuck,” his wife whispered, and a hoarse laugh came from his belly.
“Lessons on communication don’t seem so bad now, do they, bella?”
There was silence.
Luciano turned his head to find Samara’s eyes closed, lips parted as soft snores came from her mouth. Chuckling once again, he prodded her.
“Yo!”
Her eyes opened wide, then she glared at him. “What?”
“I’m not done with you, woman. No sleeping until I am.” He reached up to untie her wrists and rubbed the flesh there to get circulation going again.
“Twenty-minute nap?”
Her voice hedged into a whine, huge doe eyes blinking up at him.
“I’ll give you a ten-minute shower alone.”
“Compromise is another word we need a lesson on.”
He smirked. “That was a compromise.”
“Sir, I don’t think that word means what you think it means.”
Placing his arms behind his head, Luciano closed his eyes. “You say tomato…”
“No,” Samara stated, straddling him with that same belt in her hand. “I say we have another lesson, humongosaur.”
God in heaven…
The End
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