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Drago clears his throat, clearly making his presence known and subtly asking me to introduce them. I do not. Instead, I jerk my head toward the sliding door that leads to the backyard.
On cue, but with a smirk, Drago slips out as quietly as a tiger.
Michela and I move toward each other at the same time, but I’m faster and in the hallway before she steps too far into the kitchen. I pin her against the wall and force my leg between both of hers.
My wife smiles and throws her arms around my neck.
I search her face, seeking anything I dislike, something that would make me back off before she lures me into the paradise her sinful body promises. When I find nothing of the sort, I say, “Shower with me.”
I leave for the bathroom, where I slip off my bottoms. From the medicine cabinet again, I grab the medical gauze shield that will seal off the wound from the water.
I step into the stone shower and turn my face up, letting the water wash off last night’s problems still lingering in my head. As I’m mentally compartmentalizing with my eyes closed, I hear the shower door open before I feel Michela’s warm body press against mine.
My dick jerks, precum already leaking.
It’s troubling how much I want this woman. Her arms wrap around my torso and above my waistline to avoid hurting me. She presses her cheek against my chest. We share silence as the water pounds our bodies, and then Michela does something unexpected.
Using her palm on my back, she drums to the beats of my heart.
Her paradise. Yeah, I’m on my way there.
“I’m sorry I didn’t make the lasagna like I said I would.”
The guilt she feels tells me the kind of person she is. Exceptionally good. I’ll destroy her.
“None of what happened last night is your fault,” I say.
“I was mad at you.”
“Are you still mad at me?” I swipe the water from my eyes and look down at her.
Her face is turned up, and she wants me to kiss her. That’s not the look of someone who’s mad. It’s the look of someone who wants attention.
When I don’t dip my head and kiss her, she rises on her toes and cups my face.
I pull back and push her down by her shoulders. On her knees, Michela knows what to do. Big brown eyes gaze up as her fist wraps around the base of my cock.
She guides it toward her parting lips, and I hiss when she sucks it inside. It’s warm and soft, and I imagine as warm and soft as her pussy.
She works me with her mouth, then impales it all the way to the back of her throat. When she gags, I bare my teeth. “Fuck.” I’m going to come in five seconds. This is not a drill.
Michela slides her lips over my skin. She’s forcing my cock down her throat, trying to swallow it whole.
Gesù Cristo.
I step forward to help get it as far down her throat as possible. She grips the backs of my thighs for balance as she bobs her pretty head up and down my cock.
Last night’s eyeliner, which she elegantly drew on her upper eyelids, starts running down her cheeks as she watches me from her position on her knees.
“I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you.” I bite my tongue the moment it comes out of my mouth, but my candor makes her eyes roll to the back of her head. Now I want to tell her more truths, praise her, tell her that she pleases me so.
That’s the idea. That’s what she’s working for. That’s why she’s choking on my cock and why her makeup is running down her face. In pleasing me, she seeks her own pleasure. She wants to make me come because making me come means I’ve let go.
I struggle with letting go. Correction. I hate letting go, even though when I do, I’m relieved and unburdened. I fist her hair and start pumping my hips. “You want to see me lose it? Is that it? Hm?”
She nods and swallows down my tip as I hold myself at the back of her throat. My balls tighten and draw up, and when she starts to slide her lips up and down again, I don’t let her. I hold her head, choking her, forcing her to breathe through her nose.
At least until I pinch her nose closed with my fingers, cutting off her air.
