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.

straddled him, positioning herself on his erection. Every time she moved out of the reach

on the mouth,

could

her back, succumbing to the delights she wanted to

her descent. No part of his chest was left unkissed

working around it, her hands cupping his balls while her tongue darted out to

clumsy, a sign of her inexperience, but this only added to

was all for

flickered onto the base

shot through him, a groan escaping his

the bed sheets in his fists and clenched his teeth even tighter, finding a spot on

a moment he’d been certain he was going to

was doing to look at him, her

He shook his head and 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

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

then he was inside her, burrowed in her tight

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