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.

herself on his erection. Every time she moved out of the reach of

leaned down to kiss him on the mouth, still holding

a simple flick he could be free from her

her back, succumbing to the delights she wanted to bestow

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

reached his groin she completely ignored his erection, her mouth 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 the eroticism of

was all

tongue flickered onto the

powerful bolt shot through him,

the bed sheets in his fists and clenched his teeth even tighter,

certain

was doing to look at him, her eyes clouding with

clasp her cheeks and pull her into another kiss. In a tangle

to pull them down. When they reached her ankles she kicked them off

was inside her, burrowed in her

with how deeply