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.

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

down to kiss him on the mouth,

could

kissed her back, succumbing to the delights she wanted to bestow

slowly made her

around it, her hands cupping his balls while

of her inexperience, but this only added to the eroticism of

was all

tongue flickered onto the

bolt shot through him, a groan escaping his

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

certain

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

form. He shook his head and sat up, leaning forward to clasp her cheeks and pull her into another kiss. In a tangle of arms and legs they

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 bottom so her heat

was inside her, burrowed in her tight heat,

he’d been blown away with