Page 111 of Guilty as Sin

I draw out his wait just a little bit longer, then reach for a strawberry. Lying upright on thick pillows, I bring the deep red fruit up my body, brushing its tip on my peaked nipple. Brady’s fingers tighten on my knee as I place the strawberry between my lips and gently suck. When I bite into it, the burst of sweet juice in my mouth is so good that I moan.

Brady’s grip on me tightens further. The man knows how to source delicious fresh fruit.

I finish the strawberry in slow, sensuous bites, then place the top delicately on the edge of the silver tray. When I reach for another, my husband preempts me, brushing aside my fingers to select the largest strawberry on the plate.

He holds it up. A two-inch dark red cone with flawlessly symmetrical seeds.

Then he lowers its tip to graze the inside of my knee, and I shiver. I let my thighs fall open as my husband traces the strawberry up my skin. It leaves the faintest trail of pink along my inner thigh, and I love the sight of him marking his way up my body. When he reaches my pussy, he presses the fruit gently against my clit. I moan again as he starts moving the tip in small circles.

My pussy begins to clench. But Brady pulls away from my clit, chuckling darkly when I whimper in disappointment. He glides the strawberry down my folds and places the tip at my entrance, then nudges it gently inside me.

I gasp at the sensation of it, colder than I expected. My muscles tense in response. Brady murmurs for me to relax, and I do, allowing him to slide the fruit deeper into my pussy. His eyes gleam with delight as he watches. Then my husband lowers his mouth to my clit as he fucks me with a strawberry. He’s an expert with his tongue, building me back to orgasm, and I moan with pleasure and relief as he lets me come this time.

He guides me down slowly, then slides the strawberry out of my pussy and gives my clit one more kiss. As he climbs up my body, his movements are panther-like. The muscles of his arms tense and relax, his strength mesmerizing.

He skims the fruit up my neck and rests it against my parted lips before pushing it into my mouth. I close my eyes as I suck my juices clean. I love the taste of how hot he makes me.

Before I bite down, Brady tosses the fruit aside, replacing the strawberry with his tongue as he crushes his mouth to mine. I feel him position himself between my legs, then he’s pushing into me, my back arching off the bed in pleasure.

He starts slow, which is unusual for us lately, desperate as we’ve been for each other since our reunion. As he moves inside me, he smooths my hair away from my face. I look up into his gray-green eyes to see all my love for us reflected in them.

He kisses me again, softly this time, then he buries his face in my neck and I wrap my arms and legs around him. As he builds his momentum, he reaches down between us to rub my clit, his fingers as expert as his tongue. My pussy walls clench hard around his cock, and he murmurs for me to let go. I let the wave burst over me, all my muscles spasming with overwhelming ecstasy.

As I regain my breath, Brady slows his movements. With his cock buried deep inside me, he trails kisses down to my breasts. He takes my stiff nipple in his mouth and bites, which makes my pussy clench with pleasure. I feel his cock twitch in response, hitting my G-spot in just the right way.

He laughs softly as I gasp, then raises his face to mine. I start to squirm on his cock, desperate for him to start thrusting again, but he grips my hip to hold me still.

“Remind me…” he says, drawing out his words. “Mafia wife. Where do you belong in this dark world of ours?”

I purse my lips in a smile, denying him immediate gratification. He shifts my hips beneath him so I’m at the perfect angle for us both. Then he pulls himself halfway out of my pussy, and I feel more than half empty without him. He waits.

“At your side.” I’m quivering for the full length of him, but Brady just tilts his head at me, his brow pinched in mock confusion.

“Whose?” he asks.

“Yours,” I say, and he plunges into me, shoving his thick cock deeper than I thought possible. I scream it again and again as he thrusts, harder each time, until we’re both sweaty and breathless and deliriously on the brink.

He reaches down between us again, and I come as soon as he touches my clit. My pussy spasms as he climaxes with me, our bodies sharing overwhelming pleasure as the world shatters over us.

When we’re both limp and spent, I lie in my husband’s arms. We are blissful in our honeymoon bed as we murmur our love for each other.

Maybe I was a fool not to sleep with him here that first night, given I know now exactly what I was missing. But ours was just a marriage on not-quite legal paper back then.

This time, it’s real.