And as my cool hand moved up and over my breast, my nipple beaded almost painfully, causing my lips to part and my face to soften.

If I were being honest, I planned on this being an act, showing Ettore what I thought he wanted to see. But now, as the stirring of lust swirled in my taut belly, I barely thought about being watched. When my legs parted and my hand slipped between them, I cupped my mound and let out a shaky sigh. Unconsciously, my legs spread even wider as I dipped my middle finger into the warmth of my pussy, running it gently along my slit, up and down, slowly at first, circling my nipple with a light finger.

I thought about the last time we were together, here in this room. The smell of his cologne lingered in my memory. His primal state. How my husband threw me down, held my ass high and ate my pussy like it was his absolute pleasure. I’d never felt so desired. Ettore worshipped me in a way that made me feel both uncomfortable and undeniably wanted.

And as my fingers glanced my opening, I found it slick with wetness, and I bit my bottom lip hard enough to hurt, making my fingers work faster, then breathed out, “Oh, yeah.”

My clit began to swell and when I thought about the moment Ettore plunged into me, the precise moment of penetration, my hips bucked upwards and my toes curled into the sheets. I dipped my fingers inside of myself, in and out, a poor imitation of how roughly Ettore fucking me. A long, needy moan was torn from my throat. “God, yes, Tor. Fuck me.”

It was so obscene, the way he took me.

Ettore didn’t ask permission. He didn’t need to because I was his to take.

My breathing turned shallow and hitched when I grazed my clit. I dipped into myself, gathering wetness, using it to lubricate my fingers and a desperate whine escaped me because it felt so damn good. I was close, but not close enough. My fingers circled one nipple, pinching hard enough to make me hiss out in pain, but it felt like a solid greedy lick to my clit.

This wasn’t a show anymore. “Please, Tor. Don’t stop.”

I alternated fucking my hot, needy pussy with my fingers then circling my clit with gentle but firm fingertips. My body began to tense. I tugged at my nipple, pulling it until it stung, and shuffled restlessly out of sheer frustration.