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“O h, yes,” Alessandra moaned in a soft voice, her thighs squeezing around Roman’s head as her back arched from the lounge chair.
He alternated between licking and sucking her clit, bringing her closer to the edge with each languorous stroke.
The morning sun warmed his naked back, drying away the last drops of pool water as he worked on his wife's pleasure.
He was painfully hard already, his erection pressing into the thick cushion beneath them, but he took his time to get her ready for what he had in mind.
When her thighs began to quiver, he knew she was close. Pushing two fingers inside of her, he curled them upward to hit her G spot. Seconds later, she came around them, her sharp nails digging into his shoulders as she rode out her orgasm.
He pulled out his fingers and licked around her opening, loving the feel and sight of her swollen pussy clench around nothing with each spasm. He placed a kiss on her wet slit before inching lower, to where he hadn't taken her yet.
Alessandra tensed and propped herself up on her elbows to look at him. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she watched him with hooded eyes and flushed cheeks. “Roman...”
He resisted a smile as he met her eyes across the flat valley of her stomach. “Yeah?”
“That's... I mean, that's not...”
She trailed off when he used the wetness on his fingers to tease her other entrance.
“You don't like this?”
She was almost completely naked in front of him, her perky breasts hanging out from where he'd pushed the cups of her bikini top to the sides, yet her face went beet-red at a mere question. “I, uh… I do. I just, I've never done this before.” She chuckled breathlessly. “Obviously.”
He continued to rub circles with his middle finger as he applied a bit of pressure. She let out a quiet gasp, and his eyes darkened. “I want to take you here.” His finger pushed in slowly, and she bit down on her lip again, her eyes becoming unfocused.
Roman grew even harder at the sight. When she didn't protest the intrusion, he pushed all the way in, moving carefully despite the fire burning in his groin.
He reined in his own desire, wanting to get her used to the new sensation, but by the time she had relaxed almost completely, he was more than ready to be inside her.
Removing his finger, he stood up on the hot patio tiles and discarded his swim shorts. He grabbed her waist and pulled her into his lap as he sat down on the other lounge chair. Alessandra's arms circled his neck, and he kissed her lips, her throat, between her breasts.
Unwilling to wait a second longer, he lifted her ass with both hands and pushed his way inside until he was buried to the hilt in her warm pussy. She sighed with pleasure and rode him slowly as his hands settled on her waist.
Roman let her do that for a while, enjoying the way she felt wrapped around his length.
He caressed her sides lazily, watching her tits bounce with each up-and-down movement.
She’d been sunbathing topless for most of the summer, the only tan lines on her body left behind by the tiny thong bikinis she wore at home.
He bent his head to run his tongue over one nipple then the other, and Alessandra inched closer to give him better access.
He was starting to learn what she liked, and having her tits played with seemed to be one of her favorite things when it came to sex.
One hand moved to the flawless skin of her back—hot to the touch from the sun and so fucking smooth he’d never felt anything like it before.
Moving down, he reached her ass and molded the flesh there roughly as that thing on his mind grew more urgent, demanding his full attention. He slapped her ass and stood, keeping her pussy firmly impaled on his cock.
Alessandra let out a sound of surprise, not having expected the sudden movement. She laughed as he carried her into the house and his cock slipped out when they reached the patio doors. “Where are we going?”
“Bedroom. ”
The house was quiet as Roman continued to walk up the stairs and into their bedroom. He stopped by his nightstand, opened the first drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube.
Alessandra looked from the bottle to his face, her nails lightly scrapping his nape.
“I'll make it good,” he promised, reading the slight apprehension in her eyes.
She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “I trust you.”
Fuck.
Whenever she said that, his chest tightened with a feeling of fierce protectiveness.
Sucking on her bottom lip, he placed one knee on the mattress and lowered her onto the bed. He kept her gaze as his fingers undid the knot holding together her bikini top. “You're so fucking beautiful,” he rasped, his palm gliding over the heated skin of one breast. “Every inch of you is perfect.”
Alessandra looked up at him through long lashes, and he was lost in the way her chocolate-colored eyes caressed his face, pupils dilated with desire. Hovering above her, he bent down and kissed a path from her collarbone to the column of her neck until he reached her lips.
He grabbed his throbbing cock and pressed the next words to her ear. “And I'm about to claim it all.”
???
Roman threw a towel around his neck on his way up from the gym he'd set up in the basement—a temporary improvisation until a more adequate one could take its place.
He had opened the subject of house renovations with Alessandra, and both had agreed it was better to hire an interior designer for the job, so he planned to talk to Laney about it, knowing she had some connections on that front.
His feet had barely hit the landing on the ground floor when the doorbell rang. Wearing only his shorts and a pair of running sneakers, he headed for the front door.
Slava looked surprised to see him. He quickly removed his sunglasses as a sign of respect. “Roman, I didn't know you'd be home.”
Roman glanced past him, spotting his wife's new Audi in the driveway. He'd forgotten it was being delivered today. “Everything okay with the car?”
“Yeah, all good. The rear was a bit of a challenge, but we managed. That thing is safer than a fucking tank now.”
Roman nodded and stepped outside to inspect the work.
He didn’t know that much about the technique used for armoring vehicles, but he trusted Slava enough to take his assurance seriously.
Satisfied with the exterior, he took the key and climbed into the driver's seat.
The engine came to life with a soft purr as he pressed a button on the fob.
“It's a beauty,” Slava remarked appreciatively, standing by the open door.
A flash of yellow caught Roman's eye as Alessandra shot out of the house barefoot and wearing an indecently short summer dress.
Although it was the third week of September already, the weather was still humid and much too hot.
His eyes darkened at her wearing so little in front of another man, but seeing the excitement on her face, he refrained from voicing his displeasure.
“Hello.” She acknowledged Slava with a wide grin, wasting no time to open the passenger door and climb inside.
Slava chuckled at her enthusiasm.
The second she was beside him, Alessandra threw her arms around Roman's neck and kissed his cheek noisily. “It's so pretty!”
“It's all yours,” he said. “You want to take it for a ride?”
Her eyes widened as she pulled back to look at him. “Like, right now?”
“Why not? You're done with your driving lessons.”
“Yeah, but I don't have my license yet.”
“You'll do fine.” Before she could protest, Roman got out of the car. “Get behind the wheel.”
Alessandra hesitated for only a second before climbing over the center console to switch seats. Roman bent down to look at her. “I'll be back in a minute.”
Gesturing to Slava that he should follow, he made his way inside the house. After paying the man for a job well done, he thanked then dismissed him. When he joined his wife in the car again, he slid into the passenger seat and closed the door behind him.
Alessandra arched an eyebrow in his direction. “You're going like that?”
He had discarded the towel but was still bare-chested, his tattoos on display. If some people might recognize the meaning behind the ink covering his skin, he couldn't say he cared that much. Not that he planned to get out of the car. “Yeah. Let's go. ”
“I should have grabbed shoes,” she muttered, putting the car in drive and checking her mirrors.
Roman looked at her and amusement filled him. “There's no traffic in the driveway, baby.”
She threw him a quick, dirty look, the car moving slowly as she put it in motion. “Shut up.”
They circled the block a couple of times so she could get used to the way it drove.
Then Roman suggested they head to the nearest drive-thru, which happened to be a Starbucks.
For a Saturday afternoon, the five-car queue was surprising and a bit annoying.
Still, Alessandra had decided she wanted a strawberry Frappuccino, so they waited.
“You like it?” Roman asked, running his fingers through her long hair as they idled behind a Toyota SUV.
Alessandra grinned at him happily, her palms gliding over the steering wheel. “I love it. Thank you.”
“You're welcome.”
She glanced out the window then a little frown appeared between her eyebrows. “Um, Roman?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you have money on you?”
He took out his wallet that he'd grabbed from his office. “How else would I pay?”
She shrugged. “You're handsome. I'm sure they'd find something you could do for that Frappuccino.”
Roman chuckled, his hand grabbing her nape and squeezing lightly. “And I'm pretty sure I'm worth more than a five-dollar drink.”
“Six dollars.”
He squeezed again, and she pushed him away.