The Greek's Pregnant Bride

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.

his erection. Every time she moved out of the reach of his mouth her crotch

kiss him on

a simple flick he could be free from her

the delights she wanted to bestow on

along his jaw then she released her hold on his wrists and slowly made her descent. No part of his chest was

erection, her mouth working around it, her hands cupping

sign of her inexperience, but this only added to the

was all

the

shot through him, a groan escaping his

his fists and clenched his teeth even tighter, finding a spot on the ceiling to focus

certain

she asked, stopping what she was doing to look at

sat up, leaning forward to clasp her cheeks and pull her into another kiss. In a tangle of arms and legs they collapsed together, Alessandra beneath him, devouring each other with their

down. When they reached her ankles she kicked them off then wrapped her legs around him, raising her

then he was inside her, burrowed

they’d made love he’d been blown away with how deeply