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.

out of the reach of his mouth her crotch rubbed the length of his erection, the material of her knickers preventing

kiss him on

simple flick he could

the delights she wanted to bestow on

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

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

inexperience, but this only added

all for

the base of his

him, a

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

he’d been certain he was going to

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

her cheeks and pull her into another kiss. In a tangle of arms and legs they collapsed together, Alessandra beneath him, devouring

legs to pull them down. When they reached her ankles she kicked them off then wrapped her legs around him, raising her bottom so her

burrowed

been blown away with how deeply