A love like ours ✔️

♛43.🔥Family reunion

Soraya

A delicious building of pleasure in my lower abdomen makes my eyelids flutter open with a moan. I grip the soft bedsheets, blinking a few times until I get used to the morning light that seeps trough the window. When I look towards the source of my wakeup call, I see head covered in dark waves burried between my legs that are thrown over a stong pair of shoulders.

"Good morning, husband." I swivel my hips towards the hot tongue that laps at my lower lips, but a growl combined with a large hand that grips one of my hips stops me from moving.

Teo's mouth comes to my clit, swirling around it just the way I like it. My head falls back on the pillow and I bring my hands to my breasts, squeezing them tightly at the same time as two long fingers thrust inside me, his stubble grazing my inner thighs.

"Teo!" I moan, feeling the familiar tension of an orgasm already building up when he hits my sweet spot with his digits.

The hand on my hip moves to my neck, squeezing it firmly, so my breathing becomes a little restricted, adding to my pleasure. I grip his hair trying to pull him closer or pull him away, I don't even know. And when he begins to hum lowly when he sucks on my clit, the vibration is all I need to push me over the edge.

"Oh, God!"

Electricity travels down my limbs, making my fingers curl and my insides tingle as my core spasm around his fingers that keep moving so they draw out my pleasure. I swear I see stars behing my eyelids as I scream his name.

When I come down from my high, opening my eyes again, I'm greeted by the most handsome man I've ever seen hoovering above me. Teo's lips glisten with the remants of my orgasm. With a wicked grin he licks it off, then he brings the fingers that have been inside me to my mouth, waiting for me to suck them clean. And I do, moaning as I taste myself on them.

"Morning, wife." He says in his raspy 'just woke up' voice, before pulling his fingers away and replacing them with his lips.

His tongue delves in my mouth, meeting my own in a slow dance of seduction. I run my hands over the sharp angles of his jaw, then wrap arms around his shoulder that are now free, to bring him closer to me, my legs falling open in invitation. The hard planes of his chest, dusted with coarse neatly trimmed hair rub against my softer feminine ones, stimulating my already sensitive skin.

He bites my lower lip before he pulls back to lay on his side. He slides an arm under me rolling me so I'm facing him. He brings my thigh over his waist, angling his hips so that he's aligned with my enterance, then, as he cradles me in his arms, and locks his gaze with mine, he thrust deep inside me in one go, filling me up to the brim.

The pain the sudden invasion brings makes me gasp loudly and I run a hand trough his hair, mindless as it melts into pleasure.

"I love waking up this way." I say breathily when he begins to move in slow hard strokes.

"Me too." He grunts, cupping my face and kissing me deeply before he shifts his head to my chest, latching on one of my nipples and brings a palm to my butt, squeezing it tightly as he puls me closer.

The clean masculine scent of sandalwood dark spices and his musky maleness envelops me, makining me hazy.

We take our time moving together as one while we hold one another. I like when he takes me hard and fast whenever he wants, and I love him being rough with me. But I adore when he makes love to me, worshipping my body with his hands and tongue.

"I love you." I moan, thugging at his hair.

"Te amo, Soraya. Sei il mio tutto, tesoro, il mio per sempre. " He responds, picking up his rythm. (I love you. You are my everything, sweetheart, my forever.)