24. Vincenzo
Vincenzo
I don’t even bother shrugging out of my suit coat. I’m just eager to spend the night with my princessa, without the weight of everything else in our lives. “Come with me.”
She places her hand in mine as we walk to the bedroom. It’s late, but I’m still far too wound up to sleep. The release in the car was just what we needed to take the pressure off, now I want to lose myself in Anna for the rest of the night.
I slowly peel her from her clothes, and only when she stands before me completely nude do I let my gaze take in her beauty.
I slide my fingers through her silky dark hair and let it spill between my fingers as I caress down the length of her neck, fascinated by the way the pulse sitting there begins to beat faster and faster in time with my cock.
My lips trace where my fingers have been, down the creaminess of her skin, kissing the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder, suckling her skin until it makes her moan. My hands cup her full breasts before running a finger across the taut nipples. “So ready and beautiful princessa.”
I lower my head to suck on each tip, using a thumb and finger to squeeze the other, rotating it between my fingers as she moans my name softly beneath her breath.
My princessa loves the way that makes her feel, it’s like she has a direct connect from the tips of her breasts right down to the center of her pussy. “Does that make you ache?”
“So much,” she purrs, while I use one hand to check for myself, stroking first one finger and then two through the wetness of her pussy, sliding each one in deep before inserting the other while her hips begin to move, as I stroke her clit with the pad of my thumb.
I bring her right to the edge and then pause, whispering in her ear. “Patience, princessa. Let it build.”
She exhales a breath but her eyes flash with mischief. “Let me undress you.”
Never once in my life has a woman dared to give me a demand, not once would I have allowed it before her. I wrap my hand around the back of her head bringing her lips closer, tasting her sweetness as my lips kiss her sweet warm lips. “Take off my tie.”
Her eyes flash but she doesn’t hesitate.
She works at the knot with delicate fingers and pulls it from my neck in triumph.
Anna puts it around her neck and gives it one little tie.
My cock pulses watching my wife tease me with the little movement of her tongue across her lips.
She’s going to find herself tormented relentlessly this night.
“My shirt, princessa.”
She pushes my suit jacket off and places it on the chair before starting on each button of my shirt. Anna’s lower belly brushes against the hardness of my cock as she works to remove my shirt. I grasp her face in my hands, kissing her soundly.
Anna reaches for my belt, and my cock throbs hard as she undoes it, unzips my pants and pushes them aside. I let them fall to the ground, my freed cock in her hand as she strokes it all that’s on my mind.
“Knees.”
She sinks to a kneeling position using my pants to protect her knees and without another request takes me into her mouth, sucking my cock like she’s been doing it all her life.
Ceding control is not my strong suit; my hands go to the back of her head guiding her to take me as deep as she can.
I feel the back of her throat and guide her face away from my groin, and do it again.
She places her hands on my cock and licks, sucking it like a lollipop and my balls tighten up with need.
I gather her from the floor and walk her into the shower because this night is far from over.
When the water is just the right temperature, I help her step in under the pelting rain, turning her so I can lather her hair with the shampoo she loves before putting conditioner into the long wet strands.
“Leave that in for a while, I have other things to wash,” I tell her, soaping her up before rinsing her and sinking to my knees.
I slide a finger through her aroused pussy, stroking her clit as she moans, before taking my first taste. Her fingers find my hair, tangling in it as her desire grows, and when she’s close this time, I don’t make her wait. “Come for me, princessa.”
She moans my name as her release hits her and I lick every drop of her crème, washing her with my tongue until she’s perfectly clean.
I stand and turn her toward the shower, tilting the shower head so it rinses her hair and doesn’t hit her in the face.
The long strands of hair are silky and shiny in the water and flow down her body to midwaist, leaving her luscious curves in full view. “Hands on the wall.”
Anna does exactly as I’ve asked, leaving her in the perfect position for me to run my cock down her seam, gathering her juices before sinking in deep. She moans as I hit the special spot that makes her squirm with need. “Again Vincenzo, please don’t stop.”
She begs so pretty I can’t refuse. I thrust deep, over and over until I feel my climax coming and Anna’s screaming my name.