ALESSIA
My lips parted as Claude moved rapidly above me. Occasionally, he would reach for my lips to kiss me whenever my moans grew louder. It seemed he didn’t want me to make noise, but I couldn’t help it due to the intense sensation that was enveloping my body.
It had been years since Claude last touched me. Since we separated, I hadn’t experienced pleasure. I was so dry for so long. But now, finally, I tasted again the indescribable pleasure brought by the unity of our bodies as a married couple.
It felt like my whole body was covered in blazing fire from the intense heat I felt. But it was the kind of fire that didn’t burn or scorch me. Instead, it brought an extraordinary pleasure. I couldn’t help but moan loudly.
“Sweetpea, keep quiet,” Claude said to me.
I sighed. I couldn’t control myself. I didn’t care if my noise was heard outside. There is nothing wrong with what we were doing. We are married, and it is natural for Claude to make love to me.
The only bad thing might be that we aren’t in our own house. We were in a place we didn’t own. But if my nanny, Pia, got angry at what we are doing, she might force me to return to the mansion with him.
But other concerns vanished from my mind as Claude’s movements quickened. He seemed to be in a hurry as if someone was chasing him. The unusual pleasure I felt intensified. There was something like an explosion building up inside me.
“Claude, faster!”
“Yes, Sweetpea!”
Claude’s movements became even faster. Our bodies collided, creating noise. Even the bed we lay on shook with the speed and intensity of Claude’s movements. Moments later, I screamed as I felt the hot liquid pour out from my body.
But Claude continued to thrust into me. My head nearly hit the wall. Fortunately, there were stuffed toys placed on Adrian’s bed, my head hit those instead of the wall. Due to the force of Claude’s thrusts, I was pushed up the bed.
I ignored that. What mattered now is what Claude and I are doing. If earlier I had reached orgasm, I felt I was close to climaxing again. I held onto Claude tightly from behind.
“I’m close, Sweetpea!”
“Go ahead and release inside me!” I screamed.
We both screamed as we reached the peak of pleasure. I felt the hot liquid of my husband fill me inside. With the amount of liquid that came out of us, some flowed onto the bedsheet and my thighs.
Claude’s body collapsed on top of mine. I hugged him tightly. We were both sweaty and catching our breaths. We remained in that position for a few seconds until I remembered something.
My eyes widened as I looked beside me. Adrian isn’t here. “Claude, where’s our son?” I asked worriedly.
Claude raised his head and smiled broadly at me. “You’re just remembering him now? Didn’t you think of him when you woke up?”
My face flushed at Claude’s question. In the intensity of my longing for him, I had forgotten about my son. Lust overshadowed my thoughts.
“Um, well…” I couldn’t figure out what to say.
Claude’s smile widened. He lowered his lips but avoided touching my ear.
“Sweetpea, let’s not think about Adrian for now. Pia took him to the beach. It’s just the two of us here in your house,” Claude said, kissing the side of my head and then licking my ear.
“What are you doing, Claude? That tickles!” I intended to push him away, but he held both my hands.
“Let’s have another round, Sweetpea. Let’s take advantage while we’re alone,” he said with a sweet smile, then moved quickly on top of me.
I just moaned. I forgot that his manhood was still inside me. It was still hard, and it seemed unaffected, unlike its owner.
After another round, we both got up.
“I’ll take a shower first. I feel sticky,” I said. I tried to step away but almost stumbled.
Claude immediately caught me and led me to the bathroom. He carefully placed me in front of the shower. I thought he would leave me there, but he stayed behind me even after turning on the shower.
“Do we really need to shower together?” I wanted to complain because I had an idea of what might happen between us, although it was our first time going to the bathroom together.
“Of course. We’ll do it together this time,” Claude replied. He started to caress my body, surprising me. “Let me bathe you, Sweetpea,” he added as he began to soap my body.
“No, I can do this.” I tried to grab the soap from Claude.
He quickly raised his hand, so I couldn’t reach it. “Let me do this for you, Sweetpea. Let me serve you properly,” he said.
Reluctantly, I nodded. I admitted that I also wanted to be taken care of by Claude Xavier Robinson, the notorious playboy who had taken a liking to me.
After Claude bathed me, he dried my whole body with a towel. Then he wrapped both of us in the same towel.
“Stay here,” he ordered, standing me next to the door. “I’ll just take a quick shower.”
I bit my lip as I watched Claude soap his own body. I couldn’t help but swallow several times as I looked at his manhood. We had already gone for two rounds, but it is still standing. It doesn’t seem to be getting tired.
“Stop staring, Sweetpea, and quit biting your lips. You’re turning me on,” Claude scolded when he finished showering and was wiping his body with the face towel.
I just rolled my eyes. “How about this? We only have one towel. I’ll go out and change so I can give you this towel,” I was about to twist the doorknob when Claude grabbed my hand.
“No need, Sweetpea. I’ll take care of it,” he said, confusing me.
I watched as Claude hung the face towel on the hook. Then, he stood in front of me.
I caught my breath as our bodies almost touched. I was about to step back when I was surprised by Claude’s next move.
“Claude!” I exclaimed as he suddenly licked my private part. I grabbed his hair. Instead of stopping him, I pushed his face even harder into it.
Moans escaped my lips one after another due to the pleasurable sensation Claude was causing me. He was licking and sucking my clitoris as if it were the most delicious meal.
“This feels amazing, Claude! I want more!” I was almost going crazy with the heat and pleasure I felt.
If Claude devoured me, it would feel like there’s no tomorrow. It was like a prisoner having their last supper. He used to do this to me before, but it felt even better now. Was it because I missed what he used to do to me so much that it had this effect on me?
“Aaah!” I almost lost my voice as I felt the gush of thick fluid from my passage.
Claude quickly lapped up the fluid that came out. I thought we were done, but my eyes widened when he started licking and sucking me again with his hot tongue and mouth.
I cursed as my body heated up again. It felt so good. He seemed intent on making me climax.
“Claude, please… please stop!” I pleaded. My knees were weak. If he wasn’t holding my legs apart, I might have collapsed onto the cold floor.
But it seemed my husband didn’t hear me. He continued to explore my intimacy. I screamed again as I reached another orgasm.
I was catching my breath when Claude stood up. I held onto his arms tightly as he quickly lifted me from the bathroom and laid me on the bed. He then immediately straddled me.
“Claude, what are you doing? Please stop!”
“Nah! We’re not done yet, Sweetpea.”
I could only gape as Claude separated my legs and suddenly inserted his hard member.
“Do you want me to stop now, Sweetpea?” he asked as he slowly moved on top of me.
I shook my head vigorously.
“No! No! Don’t stop!” Is he crazy? Just when his delicious and thick member is buried, he was going to stop? I would be left hanging, and I didn’t like that!
Claude chuckled loudly. “You won’t be able to walk properly if I stop,” he said with a smirk before capturing my lips again, igniting more heat within me.