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.

deliberate, as was the way she straddled him, positioning herself on his erection. Every time she moved out of the reach of his mouth

on the mouth, still

simple flick he could be free from

succumbing to the delights

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

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

sign of her inexperience, but this only

all

tongue flickered onto the base

through him,

teeth

moment he’d been certain he was

what she was doing to look

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

her knickers, pushing them down her hips, using his thighs and legs to pull them down. When they reached her ankles she kicked them off then wrapped her legs around him, raising her

was inside her, burrowed in

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