December 14th
Kim traced the colorful tattoos spread across her husband’s chest with the tips of her fingers. His muscles flexed and jumped under her touch, which only made her repeat the same soft strokes.
Already seated in Giovanni’s naked lap—on his hard cock—she was more than happy to just … be. At least for the moment. Them, a dimly lit bedroom, quiet breaths, and fast love. Yeah, she liked that a lot.
Sometimes, this had to wait.
Other things got in the way.
That was life.
“Are you going to fuck me, or what?” Gio asked.
Kim grinned. “Patience, Gio.”
“I don’t want to be patient. I want to come.”
Her laughter chimed in the bedroom. The sound quickly melted into a low moan when Gio’s hands grabbed tighter to her waist. His fingers dug into her skin with just enough pressure to make her breath catch in her throat.
Gio smirked as he used his hold to pull her harder onto his cock while he flexed his hips upward at the same time. She was already soaked—already full of him and needy. She was ready. She still felt his dick jerk inside her. His movement caused her inner muscles to clench around his length in the best way.
“We should talk for a minute,” she told him.
Gio shook his head. “Nope.”
“Nope?”
“Nope.”
“Gio, I woke you up early to talk.”
“Lies,” he said, leaning forward to nip on her bottom lip. The way his teeth cut into sensitive flesh, tugged, and stung. It felt damn good, too. His teeth in her lip, his fingers on her sides, and his cock balls-deep in her pussy. So freaking good. “You lie, Kim. You can’t wake me up naked, crawling on top of me like a kitten, and then say you want to talk. Lies.”
He was right.
Mostly.
Kim let him have that battle as a win.
Frankly, she didn’t really mind. This was a win for her, too, she thought. How could it be a loss? Certainly not when it meant riding her husband to the best high life had ever given them. Sex was like their drug. It had always been that way.
Sometimes, life made them abstain. It forced them apart because business was busy, family was overwhelming, and everything else got in the way. They became two people working, getting an hour here or there where they had to choose what they did together wisely. Exhausting days, and short nights, leaving them both waking up at different times because responsibilities and priorities.
Yeah, that was their life.
And then they got this.
Perfect, quiet, beautiful moments like this.
“Come on, Tesoro, you’re killing me here,” Gio murmured along the column of her throat. His back rested against the suede headboard of the bed. Her wandering hands had finally come to rest along the railroad path of his flexing abs. “We fuck, then we talk. How’s that?”
Kim kissed his smirking lips before he pulled back to stare at her. “Deal.”
His warm hands cupped her cheeks as he drew her in for a lingering, burning kiss that stole her breath away all over again. She didn’t mind being on top doing the work for them, not when it meant she got to watch the way Gio’s gaze darkened, how he flashed his teeth the faster she rode him, or when she got to hear her name coming out of his mouth.
It was usually him.
Him pounding into her.
Him making her beg.
Him demanding, promising, and wanting.
He still did all of that now, too, only in different ways. She liked that a lot.
Gio palmed Kim’s ass as her tempo picked up. He yanked her down onto his length harder with every lift and lower of her hips. He pushed away from the headboard just enough to make their bodies tuck tightly together.
She was soft curves and sweet cries.
He was hard lines and dirty words.
They were kind of perfect that way.
“Fuck, I love your pussy first thing in the morning, Kim,” he breathed in her ear. “Ride that cock for me, Tesoro. Give me what I want.”
Almost, almost, almost …
A single, firm slap to her ass had her control splitting in two. Just like that, the orgasm raced through her nervous system while her husband chuckled darkly in her ear.
“You get so damn tight when you come—makes it hard to breathe, Kim.”
While bliss of the orgasm continued washing over her senses, Kim leaned back. She put her hands to Gio’s thighs and used that as a support to keep her steady. He wouldn’t be long now that she had come, not when breakfast was waiting to be cooked, a kid had to get ready for school, and business was waiting to be done.
Sometimes, fast and dirty was needed.
Slow and sweet could wait.
Kim let Gio take over from there. She was more than happy to simply ride out the aftershocks of her bliss while he chased his own. Through lowered lashes, she enjoyed the sight of her husband using his strength to move her body the way he wanted. She loved seeing his muscles flex, and his gaze take in the sight of her like he was a parched man and she was his only drink.
Really, Kim just loved the way Gio loved her.
“Fuck,” Gio grunted.
His exclamation was followed by three hard, sharp thrusts that damn near ached from the force. He held her tight to his cock on the last one, and she felt him finally release as deep as he could get inside her pussy.
Instantly, his arms were wrapping her tight. She buried her face along the curve where his neck met his shoulder. Gio dotted kisses along whatever spots he could reach while his fingers drifted through the loose waves of her hair.
Kim wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, but as long as the alarm clock didn’t go off, and nobody knocked on their bedroom door, she didn’t care. She got lost in the sensation of her husband’s fingers drifting through her hair and over her skin. All the while, she watched the white tufts of snow drift down from the sky through the slightly opened shades on the bedroom window.
It made a pretty sight.
Relaxing.
Calming.
“Thank you for carrying me to bed last night,” she whispered.
Gio smiled against the top of her head. “You looked tired.”
“And I saw the tree.”
“So you didn’t wake me up first.”
She laughed. “No, I went downstairs to grab my phone.”
“Hmm. Is the tree good?”
“It’s perfect, Gio.”
Silence stretched on between them, but Kim didn’t mind. She became dazed again between watching the falling snow, and enjoying the closeness of Gio.
“Maybe a stuffy thing would suffice,” Gio said, breaking their silence.
Kim didn’t even need to ask what he was talking about. “Andino isn’t stupid, Gio. He’s not going to be happy with a stuffed whale or something.”
“Yeah, I know. It might soften the blow of disappointment, though.”
Pushing up to sit straight once more, Kim shook her head and kissed Gio’s lips. “He’s going to be happy no matter what because you got him something.”
“Even if it’s not what he asks for?”
“Gio, he’d be happy if you sat on the couch all day with him and watched something about whales. Seriously.”
“I know, I just—”
“Don’t stress.”
Gio gave her a look, but said nothing.
Kim didn’t need him to.
Easier said than done.