ALESSIA
We shared a passionate kiss, both breathless when Claude finally let go of my lips.
“I miss you, Sweetpea.”
I laughed. “It’s not even been an hour since I left, and you already miss me.”
“Of course, Sweetpea. I always miss you.” Claude pressed his body against mine, rubbing his groin against my sensitive spot.
“Claude! What are you doing?” I was scandalized by his actions, feeling his hardness against me. I felt myself getting wet.
My husband grinned. “It’s just us here. Adrian won’t be back until eleven. It’s only nine, Sweetpea. We have two hours.”
I glared at my husband. “What are you talking about? I still have to pack!”
“Later, Sweetpea. We have something to do first.”
“But Claude-” I couldn’t finish my sentence as Claude suddenly pulled down his shorts, revealing his erect manhood, standing tall like it was ready for a flag ceremony.
I was stunned.
“You’re not wearing underwear?”
“None of it fits me, Sweetpea.” Claude explained, completely removing his shorts.
“What are you doing?” I asked, shocked to see Claude also take off his t-shirt.
“I’m hot, Sweetpea. Let’s work up a sweat while we still have the place to ourselves,” he replied with a mischievous grin.
I swallowed hard as I stared at my husband’s body. He looked like a living statue sculpted by a master artist, every part of his body perfect.
“You can touch me all you want, Sweetpea. But first, let’s take this off.”
Claude helped me remove all my clothes. I gave in, admitting to myself that I was feeling hot too, especially with my husband’s perfect body exposed before me.
Claude kissed me briefly on the lips before moving down to my neck, shoulders, and chest. He alternated between sucking, licking, and lightly pinching my nipples, making me moan in pleasure.
Overwhelmed by the heat coursing through my body, I grabbed one of Claude’s hands and placed it on my most sensitive spot.
I almost screamed when Claude suddenly inserted a finger into my entrance. His finger moved in and out while his other hand roamed my body. His lips and tongue felt like they were on fire, heating up everything they touched.
I was already delirious with just Claude’s fingers, hands, and tongue at work on my body. I reached my first orgasm within minutes.
“Are you tired, Sweetpea? We’re just getting started,” Claude said, noticing my breathlessness.
I was about to respond when Claude did something unexpected. He put the finger that had been inside me into his mouth, sucking it like a lollipop. I stared, captivated by his actions.
“So tasty, Sweetpea! I could drink your juice every day,” Claude said with a smirk after licking his finger clean.
I felt like not just my face but even the soles of my feet had turned red from the heat.
“Climb on the bed, Sweetpea. I’m going to make love to you doggy style,” he instructed.
I wasn’t sure what he meant by “doggy style,” but I climbed onto the bed anyway.
“Put your palms and knees on the bed,” he ordered again.
Though confused, I complied.
“Not too far, Sweetpea,” Claude said, gently pulling my hips to the edge of the bed. Now, I was positioned right at the foot of the bed.
“Nice ass!”
I yelped as Claude slapped one of my butt cheeks.
Not satisfied, he squeezed both cheeks firmly.
“Claude, that hurts!” I complained.
“Sorry, Sweetpea. Your body just drives me wild. You’re mine, okay? All mine!”
I could only moan in response as Claude rubbed his hard, thick member against my buttocks.
“You like that, Sweetpea?” Claude asked, pressing his chest against my back. One hand cupped my breast, while the other stroked my lower abdomen.
“Y-yes,” I answered, followed by a long moan.
“Moan for me, Sweetpea,” Claude commanded before moving his fingers to my wet entrance.
I couldn’t help but moan as Claude’s fingers entered and exited me, while he rubbed his member against me and pinched my nipple with another hand. My entrance was soaked from my husband’s ministrations. I felt like I was about to convulse from the heat enveloping my body.
“You’re so wet, Sweetpea!” Claude said hoarsely.
“Please, Claude! Please… please, please!” I begged.
“What do you want, Sweetpea?” Claude teased, laughing slightly.
“Damn you, Claude! Put it in already! Hurry!” I demanded, irritated by how long he was drawing out the foreplay. I felt like I was going to come again.
“You can’t wait to have me inside you, Sweetpea,” Claude taunted.
“You jerk, Claude!” In my frustration, I grasped my husband’s hard and thick member. When I felt it, I tried to push it into my entrance.
We both moaned as the tip slid inside.
“How do you like it, Sweetpea? Slow and easy or rough and hard?”
“Rough and hard, please!” I responded, moving my hips to draw him deeper.
“Oh, sure!” Claude released my breast and withdrew his finger from my entrance. Then he spread my legs wider, gripping my waist. In one swift motion, he buried himself to the hilt inside me.
I cried out from the mix of pain and pleasure. Claude didn’t give me a moment to react, pounding into me with rapid thrusts. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room. I gripped the bedsheet tightly, overwhelmed by the intense sensations. It felt like an earthquake was shaking my entire being.
But if I could experience this kind of earthquake every day, I wouldn’t complain. Despite the pain, there was undeniable pleasure.
“Claude, faster! Please!” I was close to my third climax.
Claude grunted, increasing the speed and force of his thrusts. It felt like a jackhammer pounding into me.
I screamed as I felt an explosion from deep within me. I was breathless, but Claude continued to thrust rapidly inside me.
“I’m cumming, Sweetpea!” Claude shouted. He released his seed into me, some of it dripping down my thighs and onto the bedsheet.
I closed my eyes, savoring the warmth of our mixed fluids. It felt wonderful, especially when you loved the person you were sharing your body with.
“Did you enjoy that, Sweetpea?” Claude asked, pressing his body against my back.
My body collapsed weakly onto the bed. My husband was heavy, and my knees were trembling from the intensity of our union.
“You didn’t answer my question, Sweetpea,” Claude teased, kissing my shoulder. “I’m going to bite you if you don’t answer me, Sweetpea,” Claude said, nibbling my shoulder lightly.
“Ahh! You’re heavy enough, and now you’re biting me too!” I complained.
“Oops! Sorry!” Claude rolled to the side but didn’t withdraw from me. He held me tightly, my back against his chest.
“Aren’t you going to pull out?” I asked, looking back at him.
Claude didn’t answer immediately. He playfully nibbled my shoulder again.
“No, I’ll let it soften and come out on its own. Are you uncomfortable?”
“I’m okay. I’m just worried about you. Your member might get tired. You should take it out so it can rest too.”
Claude laughed heartily. “Don’t worry, Sweetpea. My member will rest inside you. When it gets sleepy, it’ll soften and come out on its own.”
I frowned and closed my eyes. But I quickly opened them again when Claude bit my shoulder once more.
“Claude, you’ve been doing that! Why do you keep biting me?”
“You haven’t answered my question, Sweetpea. So, I’ll keep biting you until I hear your answer.”
“What is it that you’re asking, huh?”
“Did you enjoy what we just did?”
I bit my lip. “Do I really have to answer that? Of course, yes. If I didn’t like what we did, I wouldn’t agree to do it again.”
Claude held my face to make me look at him. “I love you so much, Sweetpea. I’ll never allow anyone or anything to separate us. I will love you and take care of you until my last breath.”
I smiled sweetly. “I love you too, Claude!”
Claude kissed the tip of my nose before giving me a gentle kiss on the lips.
We both gasped when Claude’s softened member slipped out of me.
“He’s soft now,” Claude said with a smile.
He got up and went to the bathroom. When he returned, he had a face towel. He wiped my intimate area.
“Is that what you do with all the women you bring to bed?”
Claude shook his head vigorously.
“No. Not at all. I only do this to you because I love you and you are my wife. You are the most special woman in my life.”
If my body wasn’t aching at that moment, I might have jumped on the bed with joy. My husband had made my heart flutter once again.