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I press my chest to his stomach and rest my cheek over his heart. Feeling his cock stretch me to my limits and knowing we’re as close to each other as we’ll ever be, I whisper, “I like it too.”
Damiano’s hand finds my hair, and he pulls his fingers through the strands. “Ti amo.”
I press a kiss to his pec. “Ti amo, marito mio.”
When I wake up, lying on top of Damiano with his cock still buried inside me, the corner of my mouth lifts.
I love waking up like this so much.
He’s still fast asleep, and I can’t resist pressing a kiss to his skin.
Pushing myself into a sitting position, his morning hard-on pushes deeper into me, and I let out a moan.
Oh yes.
My eyes drift over every sculptured muscle in his chest and abdomen while my fingers trace the curve of the lines carved into his sides.
Dio. My husband is pure perfection.
My core clenches with need, and as my gaze flits between his face and his body, I slowly begin to move.
Having Damiano asleep beneath me as I start to fuck him is one hell of a turn-on.
There’s a tightening sensation in my abdomen, and with my palms and fingers feasting on his chest and abs, I move faster and faster.
Damiano lets out a groan, and his muscles tense so much I’m almost delirious from rubbing my hands all over him.
“Dio,” I gasp as I fuck him as hard as I can. “Fucking you while you’re asleep is the hottest thing ever.”
My breaths explode over my lips, and when an overpowering orgasm rips a cry from me, Damiano grabs hold of my buttcheeks and starts to thrust up into me.
“You like that, amore mia? You like fucking me while I’m out cold?” He groans as he hammers unbelievably hard into me, making my orgasm so much more intense.
“Yes,” I sob from the ecstasy holding my body captive.
“Do you want to restrain me so you can have full control?” he growls.
The image alone is enough to make another orgasm hit, and I can only nod as I whimper through the pleasure.
Damiano keeps pounding ruthlessly hard inside me. “Do you want me powerless beneath you?”
“Y-yes,” I gasp, my clit becoming oversensitive from all the friction.
When Damiano jerks and buries his cock to the hilt, I drink in the sight of his orgasm ripping the air from his lungs and rendering him helpless.
A sense of power floods my veins as I stare down at my husband while he orgasms, and I say, “That’s right, amore mio. Come hard for me. Fill me with your release so I can give you an heir.”
His eyes burn on my face as he thrusts twice more into me, his teeth bared and his muscles straining from reaching his climax.
I’m completely captivated by the hot-as-hell sight of Damiano orgasming, and when he starts to relax beneath me, I lean over him and press a kiss to his mouth before praising him, “You fucked me so well.”
He lets out a chuckle while his fingers massage my buttcheeks. “You’re a dominant little spitfire first thing in the morning. It’s fucking sexy.”
Snuggling against his chest, I let out a satisfied sigh. “That was amazing.”
“One hell of a way to wake up,” he groans as he pulls out of me. “Up and off, amore mia.”
I climb off him, and letting out a burst of laughter, I run for the bathroom so I can get there first.
