Page 41 of Legal Returns
I’m so shocked, I can’t stop laughing. God, I love this man. He knows just how to pull me out of my funky mood.
I have enjoyed learning about this fun, silly side of him. Uri has made himself human for me. Not the supervillain the rest of the world has made him into.
If I had another fifty years with this man, I wouldn’t change anything about him. As if reading my mind, he continues his dance with a smile on his face. His towel falls to the floor as he sings along with the song.
“You’ve been hanging with Joe and his bunch too much,” I laugh and shake my head.
“Maybe. Is it working for me?”
I shrug. “Maybe, Mr. Donati. You’re looking good, but what else you got?”
He stops and lifts a brow. Grabbing his length, he begins to stroke himself as he looks at me. I bite my lip, wanting to be the one stroking him.
“The more you challenge me, the more trouble you are asking for.”
I lie back and place my arms over my head. “Old man, you’re still talking.Che cosa farai, Uri?”
He growls and places a knee on the foot of the bed. He then begins to climb up my body slowly. I push his hair out of his face as it has fallen into his eyes.
He climbs over me and settles between my legs then takes my lips in a heated kiss. I run my hand up his strong back as he dips his head to capture my nipple in his mouth. I moan and throw my head back.
“Uri,” I call out as he kisses his way across my collarbone and then my neck.
Pulling back, he reaches for the nightstand and takes out the bottle of coconut oil I keep there. I smirk, knowing this is about to get messy and delicious. Uri pumps the oil all over my breasts and stomach, then rubs it in.
When he takes my lips again, I cry out into his mouth as he deepens the kiss and palms one of my breasts. Drinking from my mouth until he has his fill, he then moves his way back down my body. He kisses my skin as if in reverence to every inch.
Glancing down my body, I watch him. His face is glistening from the oil on my body. He smiles back at me as his locks are spilling into his face again while he looks up my body into my eyes.
The heat and passion I see in his gaze turn me on and make me want him even more. I reach to push his hair out of his faceagain. He grabs my wrist and inhales my skin before he plants kisses against my flesh.
I bite my lip and lift my leg at his side to rub it against him. He groans and grabs the oil to pump some over my thighs. Once he has oil all over me, he places his hand on my thigh and rubs it into my skin. Slowly, he moves to kiss his way to my inner thigh, where he pauses to suck and lick the skin there.
I bow off the bed calling his name. When he moves to dive into my core with his mouth, I go breathless. Using his thumb, he pushes my hood back and dives in deeper.
I lace my fingers in his hair and lift my hips to ride his face. As I come down from what feels like my millionth orgasm—but is probably only my fifth since he’s been down there—I toss my arms over my face. Uri moves up my body and takes my lips in a drugging kiss.
I cup his face and hold him to me as I wrap my legs around his slim waist. He’s trying to move onto his back, but I need to feel him on top of me. I always appreciate him thinking of how I feel during sex and my past trauma. However, tonight I need the comfort of my husband’s body on top of mine.
“I need you,” I whimper into his mouth.
“I have you, love.”
He grabs my thigh and smooths his hand over my skin. Then widens his legs and moves his thigh up under me as he lines up with my entrance. Pinning my legs back, he then sinks into me.
My eyes roll back as I feel him deep inside me. The pleasure and pain of having him so deep causes my toes to curl. He begins to move slowly at first, but gradually increases his pace.
I am so wet and he’s impossibly hard. I throw my head back and release a silent scream of ecstasy. This dick just gets better and better with time.
“Fuck, bloody hell, you feel so good,” he breathes into my mouth before pulling my tongue into his to suck on it.
He’s getting so deep I think I might go crazy. I need more. I want … fuck, this isn’t what I need.
Cupping my hands over his shoulders, I flip him onto his back. He smiles up at me and palms my ass. I sit up and throw my head back as I ride him like a prized horse. His dick is hard and long enough to feel like one.
“Fuck, Uri. You’re filling me so good. Yes, yes, yes. Oh God, yes.”
He sits up and grasps my breast before covering my nipple with his mouth. I lose my mind and ride him with more vigor. I’m breathless and weak by the time we’re both spent and at our peak for the final time tonight.
