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lock her knees to stop him from
moving her forward. Marco spun her back round. His blue eyes scanned her face,
his smile wicked, as he simply picked her up and covered the last few remaining
steps with ease whilst capturing her shriek with his mouth. Elise clung to his
shoulders, dimly aware of being lowered on the softest bed she had ever sat on
before his tongue found hers, and every stroke send sparks along her nerve
endings, until she couldn't help but kiss him back. The very male groan spurred
her on, and her tentative hands explored inside his open shirt, surprised to
find his nipples as erect as hers. When her hand slipped lower along his
incredibly tight abs his own hand stopped her with a growled Italian curse. He
shoved her none too gently down onto the bed with a wicked grin. He captured
both of her wrists in one hand above her head, his long body holding her
captive, his gaze scorching her, as he shook his head. "No hands!"
Before she could blink he produced a pair of
purple, fluffy handcuffs out of nowhere and moved her further up the bed. He
cuffed her to the four poster bed before she even grasped his intention.
Fear slammed into her as she desperately tried
to free her hands, but his own stilled her. He raised his head and smiled at
her.
"Shhh, trust me pasticcino . I won't
hurt you."
Heaven help her, just listening to those low
tones had moisture pooling between her legs, and when Marco pulled out a
blindfold and gently slipped it over her eyes she thought her heart would jump
out of her chest.
"Wh... what are you doing?"
"Shhhh, just feel, wife," was the
murmured response. The bed shift under her and the cool air told her he'd moved
away. Judging by the rustle of clothes he was undressing.
Gentle fingers removed her shoes one by one. He
pressed kisses along the soles of her feet, slowly blazing a trail of heat
along one leg and then the next before raising one of her legs to give him
access to her intimately. Elise's hips bucked involuntarily as he kissed her
mound through the lacy barrier of her knickers. He chuckled and blew hot air
across her wet folds. He murmured his approval at the renewed gush of moisture,
soaking her thong, and Elise held her breath, when he slid his fingers
underneath the elastic.
"Lift up for me, pasticcino." She hastened to comply, earning herself an
open mouthed kiss to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh that pitched her
arousal even higher. God, she was so close to the most overwhelming
orgasm ever. His hands replaced his mouth. They spread her legs wider, exposing
her pussy to him, and she tried in vain to shut her legs. Embarrassment drove
heat into her cheeks, as she recalled the Brazilian the beautician had assured
her was all the range these days. Why wasn't he saying something? Maybe he
didn't like it? She was so goddamn clueless when it came to sex.
****
Marco was momentarily stunned into silence at
the sight of Elise's waxed pussy lips glistening in welcome. He parted her
labia, smiling to himself at her sharp intake of breath when he blew on the
tight nub of her clitoris. One swipe of his tongue was all it took to coax her
pearl further out of hiding. He took the swollen bud between his teeth, and
Elise moaned.
"Please, Marco…I, please."
"Shhh, I've got you. You're so beautiful,
so wet for me."
"I'm not…" Whatever protest she was
going to make turned into another moan, as he licked her slit to clit repeatedly.
His hands dug into her thighs to keep her still as she writhed underneath him.
She tasted just as sweet as he had imagined she would. Just a little more and
he would have her just where he wanted her. He had hoped she would be
responsive, but this, this was something else entirely. There was something
incredibly erotic to making love to her like this. He raised his head, taking
in her flushed face, her hair coming loose on the pillow, still dressed in that
amazing wedding dress, and he replaced his mouth with his hands, sliding two
fingers
moving her forward. Marco spun her back round. His blue eyes scanned her face,
his smile wicked, as he simply picked her up and covered the last few remaining
steps with ease whilst capturing her shriek with his mouth. Elise clung to his
shoulders, dimly aware of being lowered on the softest bed she had ever sat on
before his tongue found hers, and every stroke send sparks along her nerve
endings, until she couldn't help but kiss him back. The very male groan spurred
her on, and her tentative hands explored inside his open shirt, surprised to
find his nipples as erect as hers. When her hand slipped lower along his
incredibly tight abs his own hand stopped her with a growled Italian curse. He
shoved her none too gently down onto the bed with a wicked grin. He captured
both of her wrists in one hand above her head, his long body holding her
captive, his gaze scorching her, as he shook his head. "No hands!"
Before she could blink he produced a pair of
purple, fluffy handcuffs out of nowhere and moved her further up the bed. He
cuffed her to the four poster bed before she even grasped his intention.
Fear slammed into her as she desperately tried
to free her hands, but his own stilled her. He raised his head and smiled at
her.
"Shhh, trust me pasticcino . I won't
hurt you."
Heaven help her, just listening to those low
tones had moisture pooling between her legs, and when Marco pulled out a
blindfold and gently slipped it over her eyes she thought her heart would jump
out of her chest.
"Wh... what are you doing?"
"Shhhh, just feel, wife," was the
murmured response. The bed shift under her and the cool air told her he'd moved
away. Judging by the rustle of clothes he was undressing.
Gentle fingers removed her shoes one by one. He
pressed kisses along the soles of her feet, slowly blazing a trail of heat
along one leg and then the next before raising one of her legs to give him
access to her intimately. Elise's hips bucked involuntarily as he kissed her
mound through the lacy barrier of her knickers. He chuckled and blew hot air
across her wet folds. He murmured his approval at the renewed gush of moisture,
soaking her thong, and Elise held her breath, when he slid his fingers
underneath the elastic.
"Lift up for me, pasticcino." She hastened to comply, earning herself an
open mouthed kiss to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh that pitched her
arousal even higher. God, she was so close to the most overwhelming
orgasm ever. His hands replaced his mouth. They spread her legs wider, exposing
her pussy to him, and she tried in vain to shut her legs. Embarrassment drove
heat into her cheeks, as she recalled the Brazilian the beautician had assured
her was all the range these days. Why wasn't he saying something? Maybe he
didn't like it? She was so goddamn clueless when it came to sex.
****
Marco was momentarily stunned into silence at
the sight of Elise's waxed pussy lips glistening in welcome. He parted her
labia, smiling to himself at her sharp intake of breath when he blew on the
tight nub of her clitoris. One swipe of his tongue was all it took to coax her
pearl further out of hiding. He took the swollen bud between his teeth, and
Elise moaned.
"Please, Marco…I, please."
"Shhh, I've got you. You're so beautiful,
so wet for me."
"I'm not…" Whatever protest she was
going to make turned into another moan, as he licked her slit to clit repeatedly.
His hands dug into her thighs to keep her still as she writhed underneath him.
She tasted just as sweet as he had imagined she would. Just a little more and
he would have her just where he wanted her. He had hoped she would be
responsive, but this, this was something else entirely. There was something
incredibly erotic to making love to her like this. He raised his head, taking
in her flushed face, her hair coming loose on the pillow, still dressed in that
amazing wedding dress, and he replaced his mouth with his hands, sliding two
fingers
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