Marco's eyes moved over her slowly, drinking in the curve of her waist, the spread of her thighs, the perfection of her breasts. "I'm here now, sugar...Open wide for Daddy."
Valentina's smile deepened. She drew her legs apart. "Come to Mummy."
"Fuck yes."
In the blink of an eye, Marco was over her, kissing her body from her toes, pausing over her sex and working his way up.
"Delicious," Marco said, holding her gaze.
Valentina's breath caught. There were many things about her husband that should have been illegal. His body, for one. His mouth, definitely. The way he looked at her. "Fuck me," she whispered.
He needed no further prompting. Marco moved over her, strong hands settling at her hips, and entered her with a thrust. She was right. She had been wet and dripping. Open for him. Wanting him. Waiting for him.
"Oooh," Val gasped, fingers digging into his shoulders. "Yes, love. Oh, I like that dick."
