Page 95 of In Ruins
When I pull away, there’s a dazed look in her eyes. I brush a thumb across her lower lip, slow and deliberate, as her breath catches.
Her tongue peeks out, licking the tip of my thumb, and a groan leaves me.She’s playing dirty tonight.
I dip my head down again; the first touch of our lips slows, then deepens. Still holding her jaw, my fingers tighten slightly to control the pace.
I think my wife is getting impatient. From the looks of things, I’m already driving her wild. She lets out a whiny exhale, which makes me chuckle.
“What’s the matter, wife?”
“Are you going to torture me for the rest of the night?”
“I haven’t decided yet,” I smirk.
“Enzooo!” she whines, needily, I might add.
“Yes, baby.”
“Stop fucking playing!” she growls.
“Damn, is my pussy that needy, babe?”
“Yes! So do something about it!” she spits, with fire in her eyes.
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll just fuck myself with my fingers. Hell, I might even go find someone else who wouldn’t mind satisfying my needs because my husband won’t do the job,” she smirks.
Check. Mate.
“Over. My. Dead. Fucking. Body,” I growl, my hand gripping the back of her neck. I pull her in and slam my lips down onto hers.
This kiss is fast and angry, passionate. She moans into my mouth, and I grip her bottom lip with my teeth and pull. Not hard to hurt, but just enough to cause a little sting before I’m devouring her mouth again. We’re both breathing hard by the time we pull away.
“Now, was that so hard?” the little minx asks with a wicked smile on her face.
“You’re lucky you’re pregnant, babe. Or the spanking I’d give you, you wouldn’t be able to walk for a week. But don’t worry, your ass will still be hurting by the time I’m done with you tonight since I’m taking it all,” I grin, evilly.
I step behind her and take the veil out of her hair before pushing the straps of her dress down her shoulders. Using my fingers, I lightly trail them across her shoulder toward the nape of her neck, my light caresses causing her to shiver.
“Gesù Cristo! I’m going to fucking stab you in your sleep!” She huffs.
“Tsk, tsk. Now,la mia regina, is that any way to talk toil tuo re?” I question, with an eyebrow raised.
“It’s the only appropriate way, especially when he’s determined to drive me crazy!” she exclaims.
“Bene, bene. Don’t get your panties in a twist.Il tuo reis at your service,” I tease.
I move my hand to the back of her dress, finding the hidden zipper before I slowly start to pull it down.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been thinking about this?” I murmur, placing light kisses on the already exposed skin on her shoulders and back.
“Clearly not long enough since you’re moving so damn slow,” she whimpers.
“Patience is a virtue,amore mio,” I murmur.
“Well, it’s definitely not a virtue I possess,” she mutters.
“I guess you’ll just have to find it then, because I want to unwrap my gift slowly.”
