ALESSIA
“What are you doing, Claude? I said later,” I complained as I felt Claude’s palm glide over my chest. But my husband ignored me. He kissed my exposed neck, his upward-swept hair creating a rustling noise. His kiss grew louder.
I tried to avoid my neck being kissed because it tickled me, but he only kissed me more. Soon, his hand slipped inside my t-shirt, caressing my stomach and slowly moving upward. When it reached my bra, he suddenly slipped it inside.
I almost dropped the glass I was holding. “Claude, seriously? You’ll break everything here!” I was really annoyed. Even though I enjoyed what Claude was doing to my body, I still wouldn’t allow myself to be disturbed while working.
“Are you angry, Sweetpea? Okay, I’ll stop for now. I’ll wait for you to finish. But still, five rounds, okay?”
I closed my eyes. Five rounds, really? I might not even be able to walk tomorrow.
Claude stopped kissing my neck. He also removed his hand from inside my bra. But his chin rested on my shoulder. His hands were still wrapped around my waist.
I hastened my movements, even though I am distracted by our position. It seemed like my husband was clinging to my body as if I would disappear. He held on to me tightly.
“Maybe you can help me here so I can finish quickly?” I suggested. I barely glanced at Claude, who pretended to be clinging to me.
“What should I do?”
“Let’s straighten up, Claude.” But his hands were still gripping my waist. “Fix this thing I’m washing in the dish drainer.” I pointed to the dish drainer rack on the sink.
“Sure.” Claude let go of me.
He arranged everything I washed on the rack one by one. He worked neatly. I wasn’t sure if he was helping me because he needed me or because he really liked what he was doing. But I finished washing quickly with Claude’s help. I should have asked for his help earlier so I could finish my work earlier.
Just as I was about to wring out the dishcloth I was using to wipe the sink, Claude suddenly grabbed my waist.
“It’s time, Sweetpea,” he said and kissed me.
My mouth opened in surprise. Claude took advantage of it. He quickly slipped his tongue inside and played with mine.
I couldn’t help but moan. His kissing grew deeper. He almost engulfed my mouth. Our kiss created noise. When he released my lips, his mouth moved to my neck. I gasped as he groaned, feeling a mixture of ticklishness and pleasure.
My hand gripped Claude’s shoulder when he suddenly grabbed my chest. It was as if he was breastfeeding even though I am still wearing clothes.
“Claude, what are you doing? You’re getting me wet,” I complained.
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My lips parted in shock when I felt Claude’s hand enter my underwear. A soft moan escaped my lips as he inserted his finger into me.
“You’re already wet, Sweetpea,” Claude’s voice sounded smug as he lifted his head and looked at me.
I bit my lower lip to stifle a scream because while my husband was just looking at me, his fingers were busy. His fingers caressed me, making me even wetter.
“You want me to eat you, Sweetpea?” Claude’s voice asked, filled with desire.
I could only nod. If I tried to speak, I might let out a moan.
Claude grinned. He quickly lowered my gartered skirt. Then he knelt down and removed my panties. My underwear was still at my ankles when he brought his face close to my intimacy.
He sniffed my damp arousal. I wanted to close my thighs because I felt embarrassed. But before I could do that, Claude looked up at me again.
“Your smell is so sweet. It’s intoxicating and addicting,” he whispered.
He parted my thighs and licked my intimacy. I couldn’t help but tug at Claude’s hair. I couldn’t stop moaning because I am overwhelmed with pleasure and heat. His tongue is skillful in pleasuring me, making me feel like I am being carried away to heaven.
With just his tongue, my husband could already pleasure me. How much more with his long, thick, and hard member? I am sure I would be in ecstasy.
He alternated between licking and sucking my intimacy. I found myself moaning and whimpering from the pleasure he was giving me.
“Claude, please! I want that! Eat me more!” I cried out, pulling his hair. I pushed his face closer to my intimacy. After a while, it wasn’t just his tongue that brought me pleasure. I felt him slip a finger into my moist opening.
My eyes nearly rolled back. I couldn’t speak anymore. All that came out of my mouth were moans and pleas.
“Claude! I’m close! I’m close!”
His fingers quickened their pace inside me. His tongue also intensified its exploration of my intimacy.
I screamed loudly when the climax exploded from within me. If we had neighbors, they might have been scandalized by my noise.
Claude consumed all the juices that came out of me. Then he stood up and quickly removed his t-shirt. He hugged me tightly and unhooked my bra. He quickly pulled it off and tossed it aside before burying his face in my chest. His palm firmly squeezed my breast, causing me slight discomfort. But I couldn’t complain because the pleasure I felt was overpowering.
After Claude had his fill of my breasts, he moved his lips down to my abdomen. His every kiss made a sound. I thought he would return to my intimacy, but he suddenly grabbed my waist. My husband lifted me and placed me on the sink. Then he removed my panties still hanging on my ankle.
He quickly spread my legs apart. He held his member, which was already erect and throbbing.
“Are you ready, Sweetpea?” he asked with a grin. His tongue still played with his own lips.
“Y-yes, Claude!” I replied without hesitation.
“Hold on, Sweetpea. I’m going to give you a rough ride going to heaven,” he said hoarsely.
I placed my hands on Claude’s shoulders as he aimed his length at my intimacy. When he entered me, he thrust forcefully. Only half of his member penetrated my passage.
“Damn it! You’re still so tight, Sweetpea! I’m still having trouble getting in. Maybe I should do this every day to loosen you up. Do you want that, huh?”
I didn’t want to answer. I just moaned and tightened my grip on my husband’s neck.
“Why aren’t you answering, Sweetpea? Do you want me to claim you every day? Not just once a day. I’ll consume you multiple times. I’ll always enter your cave until it widens. Do you want that, Sweetpea?”
I just nodded.
“Answer properly, Sweetpea! I’ll punish you if you don’t answer me. I’ll bury my member inside your cave all night long. I won’t pull it out!” Claude warned.
“Y-Yes! I agree! Whatever you want to do to my body, I’ll accept it!”
Claude grinned broadly.
“Very good, Sweetpea! I’m gonna make love to you tonight until sunrise!”
My eyes widened. “I thought… five rounds only. But… Ooh!” I didn’t finish my sentence because Claude suddenly increased his pace. I almost slipped off the sink because of the force of Claude’s thrusts. My hand, which was pulling his hair, also slipped. So I transferred one hand to the tiles I was sitting on. It would be Claude’s fault if I ended up being ejaculated onto the sink.
“We can have the five rounds until sunrise tomorrow!” Claude shouted. I didn’t say anything. I just accepted each of his thrusts.
“There it is, Claude! I’m gonna climax soon!” I yelled as I felt my release approaching.
“Cum for me, Sweetpea!” I shouted my husband’s name loudly as I finally reached my peak.
Claude’s thrusts sped up even more. “Aaah! I’m going to fill you with my juice, Sweetpea!” Claude released a powerful thrust before his hot seed spilled out.
I accepted all of my husband’s ejaculate. His seed is delicious and warm. His way of pleasuring me was also addictive.