The Unwanted Wife(16)

“A-and…I don’t love you anymore,” she continued desperately, watching as he applied the fragrant body wash to the soft sponge. He remained focused on the sponge in his hand.

“I know.” His voice sounded a little strange and his expression was neutral. When he looked up again, he gently started running the sponge over her folded arms.

“And I don’t want to stay in the same room with you anymore.” Her voice quivered embarrassingly when he grasped one slender wrist with a big, gentle hand and lifted her arm away from her breasts to run the sponge down the underside of said arm and up toward her sensitive armpit. Her already hard nipples tightened to the point of pain. She swayed slightly, trying not to moan in pleasure when he lifted the other arm and subjected it to the same sensual treatment.

“You’ve made that abundantly clear,” he whispered in response, his eyes fixed on her obviously aroused breasts. He stepped even closer, crowding her with his large body and backing her up against the smooth tiles. The sponge swept across first one tight bud, then the other, so lightly she wasn’t sure if she’d imagined the touch or not.

This time, because he was so close, his every little move brought his hard, smooth chest in brushing contact with the painfully erect little tips, and it was all she could do to maintain her train of thought. The sponge swept down between her breasts and over her torso, her flat stomach, and farther down still, over her abdomen and between her…

She sucked in a harsh breath when he quite deliberately dropped the sponge to replace it with his fingers.

“And…I want a…a…” she said, panting, when his fingers continued to stroke insistently where she was most sensitive, and one of her hands latched onto his wrist to curb the movement. He remained undeterred, staring down into her upturned face raptly. “A divorce…”

“You said that already,” he pointed out, his chest starting to heave as he sought to control his reaction to her obvious arousal. His hungry stare dropped from her face to her small breasts, where her hard, raspberry-pink nipples were starting to peek through the rapidly disintegrating suds. With a desperate groan he removed his hand from between her thighs, dropped to his knees and palmed the small mounds, taking one sudsy bud into his hungry, hot mouth. Theresa arched back at the electrifying touch, her back bowing and her head hitting the tiles with a thud.

Her beautiful husband, who knelt like a supplicant at the temple of her body, licked and kissed his way across the shallow valley between her breasts to find the other aching peak while his large hands swept down her body to her narrow hips, which he determinedly anchored to the tiled wall in an effort to keep her still. Theresa shuddered wildly and her hands buried themselves in his wet hair before restlessly moving to his shoulders, where her nails dug in.

He rose to his feet, pinning her to the wall with his entire body, his erection throbbing urgently where it was trapped between his hard, ridged stomach and her narrow torso. He had his hands braced against the wall on either side of her head, while he thrust himself gently against her torso. He kept his hot, narrowed stare on her nakedly vulnerable face, his own face a mask of tight control while his eyes were ablaze with an emotion she could not read.

His eyes darted from her own half-closed eyes to the full lower lip that she had caught between her teeth. With a slightly muffled curse, he groaned and lowered his head until his mouth touched hers. Theresa’s entire body went rigid as his lips gently nuzzled against hers, demanding nothing, just exploring the unfamiliar contours of her generous mouth. His hands moved from where they were braced against the wall to tenderly cup her face, fingertips meeting in the middle of her brow and palms resting on either side of her jaw. His mouth gradually demanded more, moving insistently against hers until she sighed and melted against him as her own mouth explored his. His tongue, tasting of mint, ran over her lips seeking entry into her mouth, and she opened up for him, wanting this so much that she ached.

Her hands fluttered up wonderingly, cupping his jaw in an effort to bring him even closer, and he was happy to oblige, his kiss going even deeper than before. She felt as if she were being consumed by him, greedily eaten alive and absorbed into him. It was the most intense experience of her life, and from the way he throbbed against her torso, she guessed he felt pretty much the same. He reluctantly lifted his mouth from hers to look down into her face with a penetrating stare that seemed to see right into her soul, and then he smiled. A completely open, unguarded and boyish smile, the likes of which she had never seen from him before. She barely had time to catch her breath before his mouth was on hers again, thoroughly plundering it. She moaned hungrily and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands were moving now, roaming all over her soft, naked flesh before gripping her tight backside and hoisting her up until her slender thighs wrapped around his waist.

He lifted his mouth from hers and dropped his face into her neck to lick the droplets of water that had pooled in the sensitive hollow there before moving back up to claim her lips, again devouring her with his lips, teeth, and tongue. Theresa was completely overwhelmed by his unexpected passion—he had never seemed this out of control before, and she was being swept along with the tide. He tightened his grip on her behind before, half stumbling, he carried her out of the shower, through the bathroom, and into the bedroom, where he barely managed to get them both onto the bed. Theresa’s feet touched the carpeted floor and her backside was half off the bed, but she didn’t care one whit for the discomfort when, with barely a pause from his ravaging mouth, he surged into her. She managed to tear her mouth away to cry out, the sound harsh and raw in the silence of the room.

Her back arched until only her head touched the bed, while she raised her legs to wrap them around his waist again, her ankles crossing over his taut, pistoning buttocks and her arms wrapped around his broad back, while her nails dug into his flesh so deeply she drew blood. Sandro was making sobbing, desperate sounds into her mouth but he still refused to relinquish her lips, coordinating the thrusts of his tongue with those of his driving hips, and Theresa’s muffled moans took on the same frenzied rhythm.

His hands moved up to wrap themselves in her wet hair, tilting her head back almost violently to get better access to her mouth. His wet body slid and rubbed over hers, his muscles bunched beneath the taut satin of his skin, and Theresa’s body burned at every point of contact. One of his hands swept back down to one of her thighs, lifting her hips even higher to allow him even deeper penetration.

More! More! More! She tried to say the words but she couldn’t with his mouth on hers, so she moved her hands to his behind to pull him closer. She wanted him harder, deeper, and he knew it because he adjusted accordingly, and she sobbed into his mouth, feeling like she was dying an exquisite death. She spiraled higher and higher, and when she reached the pinnacle, she spun out of control, freefalling back down to earth with a scream that he swallowed. Her entire body clenched around him, and Sandro, feeling her climax, was unable to hold back. His breath labored in and out of his lungs as he fought for control, but he was as lost as she was and lifted his mouth from hers long enough to release a hoarse shout that she barely recognized as her name. His body arched violently, and he lifted her from the bed and into his lap as he held her as close as he could, his strong arms wrapped around her narrow back as he jerked within her. His lips fell back onto hers, gentler this time as his body continued to thrust lazily. He hugged her even closer, and while he knelt on the edge of the bed, her legs straddled his hard thighs, her chest pressed to his, and her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as she fought to keep her balance while he nuzzled her mouth with his. He finally went completely boneless and collapsed down onto the soft bed, taking her with him and keeping her wrapped up in his arms with one of his hard thighs still pressed between hers. He was still kissing her, lifting his mouth from hers to nuzzle her neck and kiss her shoulders before coming back to her mouth over and over again, as if he could not get enough of the taste of her. He was petting her all over, and gradually their breathing slowed down and their mutual trembling abated slightly. He was a gentler, softer presence inside her now, only occasionally twitching as if to remind her that he was still there.

“God,” he whispered. “Oh my God, Theresa…that was amazing.” Theresa, who was only now coming back to herself tensed at his words, but he seemed not to notice, still stroking her, kissing her, whispering little endearments and half-finished Italian sentences into her hair. In a year and a half, during which time they’d had sex on average four times a week and at least twice a night on each of those occasions, this was the first time…ever that Sandro hadn’t recited his standard mantra.

He shifted slightly to arrange her more comfortably against him, one arm tucked beneath her head and the other resting heavily across her breasts. His fingers formed lazy circles on the overheated skin of her upper arm, and he had his head on the same pillow as hers, so close she could feel his still-unsteady breath feathering through her hair. He occasionally dropped soft kisses onto the sensitive skin beneath her ear and along her delicate jawline.