Chapter 9
Romero sat in his chair by the roaring fireplace, clutching each arm rest while he watched the skittish silhouette of his wife undressing behind a changing screen.
Every few minutes, she would shyly poke her head out to look at him. Whether it was because she wanted to make sure he was still there or because she didn”t want him watching, he wasn”t sure.
Either way, Romero still watched, crossing one leg over his knee and pressing each of his fingertips together. Anything to pass time while he waited for Lucrezia to come out of hiding and have her in his arms again.
The shadow took her hair down, shaking out the tresses and finger combing. Immediately, Romero caught a whiff of whatever product had been put in it that morning. Even from the shadow, he could see that Lucrezia had a lot of hair, and he”d be smothered by it while they slept.
Romero could think of nothing he wanted more.
The small form picked up the silky robe he had draped over the screen, purchased for her days before.
Lucrezia suspiciously poked her head out again, making Romero”s breath hitch. She had a mane of chestnut locks, indeed.
”Did you buy me this?” She held up the robe.
”I did.”
”I thought we agreed you wouldn”t spoil me so much.” Her thin brow arched.
”Yes. About that, we may need to modify that agreement a bit. I like spoiling you. Sue me.” He winked.
Romero saw her beginning to roll her eyes, but Lucrezia then caught herself and retreated back to the safety behind the changing screen.
He was growing more and more anxious, but he reeled his excitement in.
Finally, Lucrezia slowly stepped out and wrapped her arms around herself, hiding anything she clearly wasn”t ready for him to look at.
”Come here, perla.” Romero patted his lap.
Lucrezia bit her lip.
”The last time I was on your lap, you did something naughty to me.”
”Yes, but you being on my lap isn”t only reserved for punishment. I also want it to be your safety.”
Lucrezia shifted her weight, tucking strands of hair behind her ear.
”How does that work?”
”Come here, and I”ll show you.” Romero crooked his finger.
Lucrezia approached, but still appeared hesitant the closer she got. She was actually trembling when she held her hand out to him.
She slowly lowered herself but was obviously trying to make herself lighter by not leaning into him.
Romero took charge then, swinging her legs to the left and pulling her close.
She squeaked in protest.
”It”s all right. It”s just me. Just curl into me and relax. There”s no rush.”
Lucrezia was stiff at first but hummed when he began running his fingers over her scalp.
”I love your hair. Do you ever want to cut it?”
She shook her head.
”No, it took a long time to grow it this long.”
”Good, I don”t want you to. In fact, I think it should be kept like this more often.”
”That isn”t very proper, you know.”
Romero chuckled. ”Do you think I”m a man who cares what is and what isn”t proper? I”ve hauled you over my lap twice now and reddened this ass, and my face has been between your legs.”
He watched her squirm and let out a shaky breath.
”That”s a good point, Daddy.”
Romero let his fingers dance over her lower legs, bare and shapely. He swore he heard a moan as his fingers passed over her knee.
Lucrezia”s hand rested on his chest, now curling into a fist and wrinkling his shirt. Once she realized what she was doing, she immediately released and began smoothing out the fabric.
”I”m sorry, I didn”t mean to do that.”
In response, Romero undid his shirt two or three buttons down, then picked up her hand and placed it right back where it belonged.
”Don”t ever apologize for touching me. I always want you to touch me.”
”Like the way you always touch me?”
Lucrezia gestured to his hand that was right back on her leg, now dipping beneath her slip.
”Mhm. Do you like it when Daddy touches you?”
Romero watched her face with intensity as his hand went further and further up her thigh, making her robe and slip ride up.
”Y-yes....” Her eyes fluttered closed.
”Where do you like Daddy to touch you?”
Lucrezia”s pink lips pressed together, struggling to formulate the words.
Romero gently fisted her hair, encouraging her to look up at him.
The way she gasped sent blood rushing to his manhood. His mouth watered as the pulsing jugular vein practically begged him to bite down on it.
”Tell Daddy. Where do you like him to touch you, perla?”
Her legs slightly fell open, and his whole hand was now beneath her clothing, dangerously close to her sex.
”Th-there, I like when Daddy touches me there.”
Romero smirked.
”Where is ”there”, baby?”
He pressed his lips to her temple, not separating. Her hair smelled too fucking good.
”Do you know what Daddy likes to call this?”
His hand parted her inner thighs until one of her feet was balancing on the floor, giving him access.
Lucrezia rocked against his hand until his fingers made contact. Instantly, she cried out.
”Answer me, baby. Do you know what Daddy calls this?”
Romero tugged a little harder on her hair, fully exposing her throat.
Her jaw went slack, giving him the most beautiful fucking sight he could have imagined. One hand in her hair, the other between her legs while his woman writhed on his lap barely dressed while he still was.
He never wanted this moment to end.
Romero gave her featherlight strokes, waiting for her answer.
”Daddy won”t give you what you want until you speak up, little girl. Or else I”ll just need to keep you on the edge for the entire night.”
Lucrezia groaned, stubbornly grabbing his wrist and trying to force him to apply the pressure she needed. But Romero wouldn”t budge.
”What? What do you call it?”
Her eyes flashed, aggravated and turned on at the same time.
Romero nuzzled in her hair again, inhaling.
”Your pussy. Your cunt. Your wet little slit.”
Finally, he gave Lucrezia what she needed and rubbed in tiny circles while she grinded in his lap.
The position made it awkward, so Romero turned her around so her back was against his chest. He positioned her high on his lap, pulling both of her legs up and having her heels brace on either side of the cushion they were sitting on. Now, her womanhood was completely exposed and vulnerable.
”Daddy!” Lucrezia made a move to close her thighs, but he wouldn”t allow it.
”It”s okay, I”ve got you. It”s just like the first time you came for me, but Daddy”s going to make it easier and feel so good for you.”
Romero kept one hand firmly on her thigh, squeezing in encouragement as he worked her pussy with the other.
To his surprise, she brought her hands up to her chest, squeezing her breasts as her head fell back on his shoulder.
”That”s a good girl,” Romero dragged out his words, making sure his little wife knew that he was very happy with her.
”Oh, God...oh, God!”
Lucrezia began to shake, already so close.
One day, Romero knew he would edge her little pussy and drive her to the brink of coming over and over again until she was begging.
He loved how she looked when she did, so he could only imagine how pretty she would look tied down and spread eagle, sopping wet and edged.
The way Lucrezia writhed and wriggled on his lap was nearly enough to do him in.
He hoped she could feel his chest rumble against her back and his cock against her bottom.
But she wasn”t quite ready yet. Romero needed her to be as relaxed as possible.
Her sweet fragrance would be on these clothes forever now, not to mention her arousal soaking his trousers.
Fuck it.
Romero growled as he worked her even harder.
Lucrezia would be lucky if he let her off his lap for the next several hours.
”Daddy, Daddy! I”m going to...I don”t want to scream...someone will hear-”
Romero took care of her fear, clamping his hand over her mouth and biting down on her earlobe.
His wife screamed behind his hand regardless, but she came twice as hard. Her nails dug into his forearm, making tiny half moons as she bit down into his hand even harder than he was biting her lobe.
He drew it out as long as he could, watching her legs fight to submit to him until it became too much.
Her beautiful thighs closed on his hand as she came down from her intense orgasm, but he still managed to move his fingers.
Lucrezia dragged his hand away, giggling when he finally released her mouth.
Once she finally managed to catch her breath, she resumed her original position and curled up into a ball on his lap. His wife happily remained there, curling her fingers in his chest while he rocked her.
Romero knew at that moment he would never be able to envision home without her in it.