“Who says we can’t?” I tease, shifting to sit up. I lower the straps of my dress over each arm and shimmy out of it.
Miguel leans back and watches me, his eyes taking in my body in the moonlight.
In my underwear, I lean over and kiss him, my hand rubbing over his groin gently. He grunts into my mouth, and I feel his dick stiffen.
“What do you wanna do with that?” I whisper against his mouth.
“I can think of things,” he murmurs as I reach down to undo his pants.
He helps me get them down, and I take his cock in my hands. I know what my man likes, and soon enough, I’m deep-throating him. I make delicious slurping sounds every time I make my way up his dick. My tongue traces the veins that pop out along his shaft. He groans softly, a hand on my head as he moves his hips slightly.
I pull off him and look at him hungrily.
“Stay there,” I say as I shimmy out of my thong and straddle him. I carefully lower myself, so his thick member pushes deep inside me. I whimper softly until he’s all the way in.
Miguel reaches up and tugs the cups of my bra down, releasing my breasts. He runs his thumbs over my nipples that, despite the warm night, are standing erect.
“You have never looked more beautiful, Amore Mia,” he groans, shifting around. I whimper softly and start to raise and lower my hips. “I love you so much, Miguel Rossi.”
“I love you, Kira Rossi,” he says, and the name sounds so perfect. I move a little faster. His hand has trailed down my body and is playing with my clit. God, I love when he does that to me, his erection hitting me just right while his fingers tease the devil's doorbell.
He knows that drives me wild, and I feel the tension building inside me.
“Come with me,” I groan out, rocking my hips back and forth.
“Fuck,” he cries out, moving his hips to meet mine as they come down. His one hand still has my right breast in it, he’s teasing the nipple, and then he lets go and grabs me. He gets into a sitting position, still inside of me, and buries his head in my breasts as I start to move again. I push harder. I’m so close my toes feel like they want to curl, and his hand is there again, teasing. I whimper as I clench around his cock, and he tries to push his hips up as much as he can. I know he’s orgasming while his fingers play with my clit, and then it happens, and I arch my back as I orgasm, squirting hard onto him.
We collapse into a wet, spent heap, and I roll off him. He chuckles and says, “You exhaust me, woman.”
“Good,” I breathe.
He rolls over and rests his head on my belly, kissing it softly. I stroke his head as we lie here and catch our breath. Then I hear his soft snores, and I smile.
Ever since we moved back in together, he’s been sleeping like a baby.
*****
THE END