Sweet Temptation by Cora Reilly

moaned loudly, which died when I pushed her mouth back down on my cock,
my fingers tangling in her silky hair. I thrust up, deeper than before. She
struggled to take me in but didn’t back down. Her fingers pumped into her pussy
and my tongue teased them and her folds, her clit, every delicious inch I could
reach. She started to spasm on top of me, moaning around my length. I kept
thrusting into her mouth. I wanted to prolong this, but with her body coming
apart on top of me, her fingers chasing her orgasm, her taste on my tongue, I
couldn’t hold back.
I tightened, my fingers on her neck twitching and my thrusts becoming jerky
as I came harder than ever before. The feel of her hot mouth around my cock as
she tried to swallow was perfection. Giulia slumped down on top of me, her
fingers becoming slack, and I, too, lay drained on the mattress, my heart
speeding in my chest. After a moment, Giulia pulled away and coughed.
Fuck. I’d held her down when I’d come in her mouth. I hadn’t even asked if
she was okay with it. I sat up slightly, but Giulia still only lay there with her
cheek against my thigh, breathing hard. I brushed her hair to the side so I could
see her face. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks red. “Are you all right?”
Her eyelids peeled open and the corner of her mouth drifted up. “Yeah,
you?”
I stared at the girl on top of me, the woman, my wife, marveling at her
strangeness. It wasn’t something I’d ever appreciated, and yet here I was, unable
to resist her body and charm. I rubbed my thumb across her ruby lips. She nicked
my skin with her teeth and gave me a coy look. “You need to teach me how to
play pool.”
“I have a pool table in the cigar lounge.”
“Please don’t tell me you smoke cigars. My father and uncles do, and my
grandfather did too. It’ll remind me of them if I smell it on you.”
That was the last thing I wanted—reminding my delicious young wife of the
old creepy men in her family, and I was fairly sure she knew. It was a good thing
I didn’t like cigars anyway. “If you don’t like the scent, I won’t smoke them.”
She narrowed her eyes then smiled. “Why do I get the feeling you never
liked them to begin with?”
She pushed up and crawled back up to me, nestling against my chest, her
cheek on my shoulder. “Will you teach me?”
“It won’t be the first thing I’m teaching you, so why not?” I said in a low,
possessive voice.
She rolled her eyes. I wished I could say it annoyed me. “We could play a
round now?”
“It’s late. I have an early day.”
“Come on. It’s not even eleven. Entertain your young wife.”
“All right,” I said to my own surprise. Giulia was playing the right cards, and
she knew it, and yet I didn’t feel played by her. She wasn’t doing it to better me
or for even less noble reasons, she was just… her quirky self. I knifed up, taking
Giulia with me. She pressed a thankful kiss to my mouth and slipped out of bed,