His hips picked up in pace and, quite suddenly, it wasn’t enough. Ettore’s front pressed into me, firmly, until my body was trapped against his. His torso flush against my own, I felt his heart beating and, as I gazed into his icy eyes, I saw something.

A spark of warmth, and I claimed it. It was mine.

My husband fucked me, harder and harder, and when I felt that delicious stirring begin, I reached between us and touched myself. Ettore noticed. Our foreheads met and, together, we looked down. The sight of his long, thick cock driving into me was enough to make my pussy spasm, and it caused Ettore to hiss and his hips to buck out of time.

As I rubbed the sensitive bud between my legs with one set of fingers, the other coiled around the material at his shoulder, holding on for dear life as he plowed into me. My body bounced with every thrust and soon, my head fell back against the cool fridge door. “Oh, shit.”

My snug pussy tightened around him and he nipped, then sucked at my collarbone. “Fuck yes, baby. Come for me. Let me feel it when it hits.”

I was already dangling over the edge. It didn’t take long to tumble all the way over.

My fingertips pressed firmly on my clit and when I changed up the circular rotation to a rapid side-to-side movement, my eyes fluttered closed as my lower belly grew taut. Within seconds, my spine went rigid, my mouth rounded and I gasped loudly as it struck me.

My core pulsed fitfully around him, like a tight glove milking his cock, and Ettore hissed loudly, pushing himself into me, holding himself deep inside of me. The hand around my jaw tightened, he pressed his mouth against the apple of my cheek and ground against me. So deeply connected, he struggled to breathe right and his quiet muttering of, “Oh, yes, baby. Just like that. I’m so proud of you. You feel so good,” had my arms circling his neck, holding him close and mewling softly.

His breathing turned heavy. “Tell me you want my cum.”

I did. More than anything. “I want it.” I puffed out.

Ettore groaned out, “Jesus. Fuck. I’m gonna fill you up.”

“Give it to me,” I cried.

“You’re such a good girl. My good girl.” He pressed a small kiss to my parted lips. “Take it, baby.”

Not a moment later, his body turned firm and unyielding, and when his cock began to jerk and he started to come, it lasted so long I thought he might not be able to stop. His fingers curled around me harshly as he lost control. Ettore was left breathless, and when it was finally over, he let out a rattle and rasp, inhaling deeply, panting loudly. He held me up with closed eyes, wearing an expression I’d never seen him wear before.