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.

moved out of the reach of

to kiss him on

he could

kissed her back, succumbing to the delights she wanted to bestow

and slowly made her descent. No part of his chest was left unkissed or unstroked, his skin alive under

around it, her hands cupping his balls

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

was all for

onto the base

through him, a groan

his teeth even tighter, finding a spot on the ceiling

a moment he’d been certain he was

something wrong?’ she asked, stopping what she was doing to look at him, her eyes

wouldn’t form. 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

her knickers, pushing them down her hips, using his thighs and legs to pull them down. When they reached her

then he was inside her, burrowed

they’d made love he’d been blown away with how deeply he’d felt everything, every