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.

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

leaned down to kiss him on the mouth, still holding

simple flick he could be

to the delights she wanted to bestow

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

she completely ignored his erection, her mouth working around it, her hands

but

was all for

tongue flickered onto the base

bolt shot through him,

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

a moment he’d been certain

doing to look at him, her eyes clouding with

her into another kiss. In a tangle

tugged at her knickers, pushing them down her hips, using his thighs and legs to pull them down. When they reached her ankles she kicked them

burrowed in her tight

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