“Don’t be nervous, Pippa. There’s no reason to be,” I say, keeping my tone even.
She nods, her eyes pointed down to her lap. Slowly, she lifts her gaze to meet my own. She lifts the glass to her lips again and sucks the liquid down just as quickly as she did the first time.
“As nervous as I am, can I just say that I’m relieved that you agreed to this? That Arlo offered this?”
Sinking down in front of her. I fill her glass for the third time, then reach over and set the bottle down on the nightstand. Crouched down on my haunches, I wrap my hands around her thighs and give her a gentle squeeze.
“You should not feel lucky or relieved. That is all me, Pippa. You’re more than I could have ever dreamed of. Having you, it’s more than I deserve.”
She shakes her head. “Being your wife… I couldn’t have ever imagined that this would have happened two weeks ago when I walked into Arlo’s office and offered my virginity for auction.”
“Drink. No more talking,” I grunt.
She opens her mouth, but I shake my head as my hands slip between her thighs. I apply pressure and slowly spread her legs. She gasps, but I don’t pay her any mind. Instead, I lower my head and touch my mouth to the inside of her knee.
Pushing her legs farther apart, I kiss up the inside of her thigh until I reach the apex. I stop there, lifting my gaze to meet hers. She’s downed her third glass of champagne and her glassy eyes are looking down at me.
“Massimo,” she whispers.
My lips brush against her lace-covered center, then I shift down to the opposite knee and kiss up that thigh until I reach the apex. Sliding my hand up, I hook my finger at the center of her panties and shift them to the side.
The champagne flute falls to the floor with a soft thud, then rolls away from us just as I lean forward and touch my lips to her pussy. Pippa gasps, then to my surprise, she spreads her legs farther apart.
Flattening my tongue, I taste her entire center, swirling around her clit. Her thighs shake as I do it a second time. Her noises and whimpers spur me onward. I want to make her fall apart against my mouth. I want to feel her pussy flutter against my tongue and taste her cum.
“Massimo,” she cries before she timidly slides her fingers through my hair. She grips me, gently tugging my face closer to her cunt.
Flicking my gaze up to her, I shift my attention to her clit, then slip one finger inside of her. Her hips jerk as she gasps. Her eyes are wide, the look of surprise is so clear on her face that I can’t look away. I have to watch her, have to see her come. It’s a need.
“I feel it,” she breathes. “Please don’t stop,” she begs.
Moaning against her clit, I curl my finger inside of her. She couldn’t make me stop right now, nothing could. I continue, moving my tongue faster, my finger fucking her, feeling her pussy flutter around it. She’s so close, so achingly close.
Her fingers grip my hair tighter and then her entire body stills. She lets out a small cry as her release floods my tongue. Then, slowly her muscles begin to melt and her lips curve up into a small smile.
Turning to her thigh, I brush my lips against her skin as I slowly slip my finger from inside of her. She’s tight, I know I’m going to hurt her, but my cock aches so goddamn bad, I’m finding it hard to truly care too much about that as each second ticks by.
Standing, I reach for her and gently tug her from the edge of the bed. Sliding my hands up her hips, I grasp her delicate panties and rip the sides, watching as they fall to the floor in pieces. She moans but doesn’t try to scold me for ruining the fabric.
Curling my fingers in the hem of the nightie, I wrench it up her body before tossing it to the floor at our feet. Dipping my chin, I wrap my lips around her nipple, my eyes still focused on hers as I suck on her sweet bud.
Pippa arches her back, her body craving more of me, more of what I can give her—more of what only I can give her.
Reaching down to her ass, I squeeze her flesh before my hands curl around the backs of her thighs. Releasing my mouth from her nipple, I pick her up. She wraps her legs around my waist as I guide her closer to the bed.
With her holding on to me, I sink my knees into the mattress, turning us so that I can lay her down against the pillows. I’m thankful the maids turned down the bedding so that we’re not on the comforter, something I would have serious reservations about, they are so fucking filthy usually.
Once she’s lying down, I shift back and continue undressing. Shrugging my shirt off, I toss it to the floor behind me before I start to remove my pants. Shoving them down my legs, I shift to sitting on the edge of the bed and finish taking them off along with my boxer briefs.
“Massimo?” Pippa asks.
Turning my head to look at her, I clear my throat as I make my way toward her, climbing toward her side and lying against her. She shifts her gaze to look at me, her eyes wide and full of question.
“Pippa?”
She shakes her head then clears her throat. “I’m not on birth control, you don’t have a condom, do you?” she asks shakily.
Smiling, I lean forward slightly. Touching my mouth to the underside of her jaw, my lips travel down the side of her neck until I reach her collarbone. My fingers
