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.

she moved out of the reach of his mouth her crotch rubbed the length of his erection,

kiss him on

a simple flick he could be free

back, succumbing to the delights

her descent. No part of his chest was left unkissed or unstroked, his skin alive under the trail

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

were clumsy, a sign of her inexperience, but this

all for

onto the

shot through him,

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

he’d been certain he was

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

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 him, devouring each other

using his thighs and legs to pull them down. When they reached her ankles she kicked them off then wrapped her legs around

burrowed in her tight heat, the relief

been blown away with