Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Tiana’s eyes are sparkling with wonder as she experiences Venice at night.
While she admires our surroundings, I stare at her, drinking in her irresistible beauty.
“This is so romantic,” she whispers before turning her gaze to me.
Lifting a hand, I brush my fingers over her cheek and jaw. I lean closer, my eyes holding hers imprisoned.
“Was the wedding everything you wanted it to be?”
She nods as she leans her head against my shoulder. “It was so much more. I love how our neighbors celebrated with us.”
Taking hold of her chin, I tip her head back. My lips brush over hers. “I’ve grown addicted to your mouth, bella,” I groan before I kiss her harder.
With the sounds of people on the sidewalks and the water lapping against the gondola, I savor my wife’s mouth.
Time falls away until it’s just the two of us wrapped in our bubble of love.
Chapter 31
Tiana
Over the past week, I’ve learned I’m a morning person.
I mean, when it comes to sex.
And Armani loves it.
Pushing my man onto his back, he lets out a sleepy chuckle. I crawl over his thighs, and rubbing my palms up and down the muscled expanse of his chest, I lean down and lick his shaft from base to tip.
“Madre di Dio,” he grumbles.
I suck his ‘morning glory,’ as he likes to call it, deep into my mouth, twirling my tongue around the swollen head, then letting it pop free.
“Cazzo, bella,” he groans. “So good. Suck me harder.”
I take his cock deep again, and hollowing out my cheeks, I suck him as hard as I can
“Gesù Cristo,” he hisses. “Harder.” His hands fist in my hair, and he pushes me down, forcing me to take him all the way to the back of my throat.
I suck once more, then pull free from his hold.
“You little tease,” he chuckles.
“You had your turn last night,” I say as I straddle his hips. “Now it’s my turn.”
“I love this new bossy side of you.” His eyes feast on my breasts, and reaching up, he pinches my right nipple hard.
With his cock lying on his abdomen, I rub my slit over the hard length and let out a needy moan.
“Hands on the headboard,” I order.
I’m still trying to get used to the idea that I’m allowed to have a voice in our marriage. During sex is the only time when I’m brave enough to tell Armani what to do. It’s because I can see it’s a turn-on for him.
He grabs hold of the wood bedframe, his powerful body stretched out beneath me.
“Such a good mafioso,” I praise him.
His nostrils flare, and his features tense as my words make his cock jerk, release already beading on the tip.
I grind my clit up and down his shaft again, and we both moan from the much-needed friction.
“You’re soaked, bella,” he says, his tone hoarse with lust. “Your pussy is dripping for me.”
I rub my palms over his chest again, loving the feel of his skin stretched tightly over his muscles. Leaning forward, I suck and lick his nipples as I begin to grind against his weeping hardness.
“Cazzo,” he hisses. “You’re killing me.”
“Hmm,” I hum against his skin as I move faster, chasing my release that’s just out of my reach.
“Tiana,” he growls.
Knowing he’s reaching his limits, I position his cock at my entrance and thrust down hard, taking all of his shaft.
“Fuck.Fuck.Fuck,” he shouts as he hammers into me so fast, it sends me over the edge with a cry.
I hear wood crack, then Armani’s hands grab me, and I’m thrown onto my back. He slams back inside me and fucks me until I scream from the intense pleasure.
His body strains and I can see the veins in his neck before his mouth drops open, and he jerks inside me as he spills his release.
Instantly, all his strength is drained from him, and he slumps down on top of me, his body still jerking every few seconds.
“Jesus, Tiana,” he gasps. “That was fucking intense. You’re getting too good at this.”
I let out a breathless chuckle, my own body numb from the intense orgasm.
“It’s because I have such a good teacher.”
Lifting his head, he playfully bites my jaw before he pulls out of me. He climbs off the bed, and I admire his firm ass as he walks to the bathroom.
“Do you want to go out for breakfast?” he calls.
“I’d like that. It took all my energy to torture you,” I answer as I pull myself out of bed.
I grab a dress and clean underwear from the closet and join Armani in the bathroom.
Turning on the shower, I glance at him from over my shoulder. “Should we ask Mamma and Zia Giada to join us?”
“No. Mamma will insist on cooking for us.” He smiles at me. “Besides, I want you all to myself before I have to return to work.”