DOMENICO

She felt like a prize I had finally claimed after months of careful patience.

Reina’s body rested warm and trembling in my arms as I carried her across the garden and into my private building. Her arms were looped loosely around my neck, but I could still sense the faint resistance lingering in her muscles — that last fragile thread of guilt and uncertainty. I had spent the entire evening methodically dismantling her defenses, feeding her doubts about Paolo until she had whispered those fateful words: "Just one night."

One night was all I needed.

The urge to take her straight to my bedroom burned hot in my veins. I imagined throwing her onto the large bed, stripping her completely, and burying myself inside her for hours. But she was still too raw, too close to pulling away if I moved too aggressively. The living room would be better — intimate enough, comfortable, with the lights casting a soft glow through the windows to make everything feel less clinical and more seductive.

I kicked the door shut behind us and carried her directly to the wide sectional couch. Lowering her onto the soft cushions, I hovered over her for a moment, drinking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and uncertain eyes.

"You’re safe here tonight," I murmured against her lips before kissing her deeply.

This kiss wasn’t gentle. I poured every ounce of restrained hunger into it, coaxing her mouth open wider, tasting her fully. My hands moved with purpose, sliding the straps of her dress down her shoulders until her breasts were bare to the cool air. I cupped them both, kneading the soft, warm flesh, my thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened into tight peaks.

Reina’s breath hitched, a soft, broken sound that went straight to my cock. I deepened the kiss, sucking on her lower lip before plunging my tongue back inside, stroking against hers in a filthy rhythm that left no doubt what I planned to do to the rest of her body. Her nipples pebbled harder under my thumbs, begging for more. I pinched them lightly, rolling the sensitive buds until her back bowed off the cushions and a needy whimper vibrated into my mouth.

"Oh... fuck," she gasped against my lips, the word trembling. "Domenico..."

I broke the kiss only to trail my lips down her throat, sucking and biting at the delicate skin, marking her where her husband would never see. When I reached her breasts, I took one stiff nipple between my lips and sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks while my tongue flicked rapidly over the peak. Reina’s fingers flew into my hair, gripping tight as her hips jerked upward, searching for friction.

"Mmmmfuck... yes," she moaned, the sound raw and needy. "Suck me, Domenico... just like that... oh god..."

I switched to the other breast, lavishing the same wet, greedy attention, biting down gently before soothing the sting with long, slow licks. Her moans grew louder, filling the room—raw, desperate sounds that made my blood run hotter. "Ahh! Fuck... your mouth feels so good..."

My mouth moved lower, kissing and licking a wet path down her stomach as I shoved the dress up around her waist. The city lights painted silver across her skin, highlighting every shiver, every twitch of her thighs. I hooked my fingers into her panties and dragged them down her legs, tossing the soaked scrap of lace aside. Spreading her thighs wide, I drank in the sight of her glistening pussy. Her folds were swollen and slick, her clit peeking out, begging for my tongue.

I leaned in and dragged my tongue slowly from her entrance to her clit in one long, savoring stroke. Reina gasped sharply, her hips bucking.

"Ohhh fuck!" she cried out, her voice cracking.

I did it again, slower this time, letting her feel every inch of my hot tongue gliding through her wetness. Her taste—sweet, musky, addictive—coated my tongue as I explored her folds, licking and sucking every delicate inch before zeroing in on her throbbing clit.

I circled it with the flat of my tongue, then sucked the swollen bud between my lips, alternating between gentle suction and firm pressure. Her thighs clamped around my head, trembling violently. I slid two thick fingers deep into her tight, dripping heat, curling them upward to stroke that spongy spot inside her while my mouth worked her clit relentlessly.

"Yes... yes, right there!" Reina whimpered, her hips rolling against my face in shameless little circles. "Mmm... fuck, Domenico... your fingers... oh my god, don’t stop..."

I added a third finger, stretching her open, pumping them faster, the wet, obscene sounds of her arousal echoing in the room with every thrust. Her walls fluttered and clenched around my fingers, hot and silky.

But I wasn’t ready to let her come yet.

I pulled my fingers out with a slick pop and crawled back up her body. Capturing her mouth again, I sucked her tongue between my lips, drawing on it rhythmically while my fingers returned to her soaked pussy. I fucked her slowly at first—deep, deliberate strokes—while sucking on her tongue like I was devouring her soul. Her eyes rolled back, muffled cries vibrating against my mouth as her hips bucked wildly to meet every thrust.

"Mmmmfuck... mmm..." she moaned into the kiss, the sound wet and desperate.

I broke the kiss, strings of saliva connecting our lips, and growled against her ear, "That’s it... let me hear you."

Then I dove back in, sucking her tongue harder, faster, while my fingers plunged deeper, curling and stroking that perfect spot with merciless precision. Reina was shaking uncontrollably now, her nails digging into my shoulders, her cries growing louder and more broken with every filthy thrust.

"Ahh! Fuck... yes... suck my tongue... oh shit, I’m so wet..." Her pussy made wet, squelching sounds around my fingers, her juices coating my hand and dripping down onto the couch. "Don’t stop... please don’t stop..."

I released her tongue and moved back between her spread thighs. My mouth latched onto her clit once more, sucking hard while my fingers fucked her with punishing speed. I curled them relentlessly, hitting that sensitive spot over and over as my tongue flicked rapidly over her swollen clit.

Reina was falling apart spectacularly.

Her back arched high off the couch, her breasts bouncing with every ragged breath. Her thighs quivered violently around my head as loud, broken cries tore from her throat. "Please..." she gasped, voice hoarse and dripping with desperation. "Domenico, please... I can’t... I need you inside me. Fuck me... please fuck me. I need your cock... oh god, please!"

Hearing her beg like that—raw, needy, completely shattered—sent a dark, possessive thrill surging through me. This was what I had wanted: Reina spread open and begging for my cock while her husband was nowhere in sight.

I gave her one final, long, slow lick from her dripping entrance to her throbbing clit, feeling her whole body shudder violently. Then I pulled my fingers out and rose to my feet, standing over her flushed and trembling form.

She lay sprawled on the couch, dress bunched uselessly around her waist, legs spread obscenely wide, chest heaving, eyes glazed with overwhelming need as she watched me.

My hands moved to the buttons of my shirt. I undid them one by one, deliberately slow, revealing my chest and abdomen while my gaze stayed locked on her desperate face. My cock strained hard against my trousers, throbbing with the need to finally claim her.