The Greek's Pregnant Bride

Chapter 47

Checking himself, he gritted his teeth before gripping hold of her remaining stocking and slowly sliding it off.

Now she was naked save for her lacy knickers. He took a moment to stare at her, taking every inch of her in.

She was perfect.

She was his.

The look on her face was something to be savoured, a knowing yet shy quirk of the lips.

She levered herself up until she knelt before him, face to face.

‘My turn,’ she whispered, her eyes sparkling.

For such a slight woman she had a hidden strength, able, with a push of her hand, to shove him onto his back.

She laughed softly, taking hold of his wrists and pulling them up and over his head.

This had to count as the single most erotic moment of his life: Alessa straddling him, pinning him down, her swollen breasts brushing against his face. Every time he made to capture one in his mouth, she would move just out of reach.

on his erection. Every time she moved out of the reach of his mouth her crotch rubbed the length of his erection, the material

leaned down to kiss him on

simple flick he could be

succumbing to the delights she wanted

made her descent. No part of his chest was left unkissed or unstroked, his

her mouth working around it, her hands cupping his balls while her

of her inexperience, but this only added to

was all for

flickered onto the

through him, a groan escaping

clenched his teeth

certain he was going to

was doing to look at him, her

up, leaning forward to clasp her cheeks and pull her into another kiss.

using his thighs and legs to pull them down. When they reached her ankles she kicked them

inside her, burrowed in

away with how deeply he’d felt everything, every touch, every

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