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I stepped into the kitchen,wearing nothing but a pair of sweats after my shower as I clocked Ana standing at the stove. The air was thick with the aroma of garlic and simmering tomatoes, a scent that immediately made my stomach growl. She stood with her back to me, her slender frame bathed in the soft glow of the overhead light. Her ash-blonde hair was pulled into a loose bun on top of her head while her face was fresh and bare. She wore a summer dress, a light blue number that stopped mid thigh.

She smiled over her shoulder. “I hope you’re hungry.”

“For what, though?” I smirked. I knew she was rolling her eyes without even having to see her face.

I pulled out a stool at the kitchen island, my gaze lingering on the curve of her hips as she stirred the sauce with a wooden spoon. There was something hypnotic about the way she moved, graceful yet purposeful, as if every action was a deliberate dance to either tease me or turn me on.

I leaned back, crossing my arms over my chest, unable to stop my eyes from tracing the lines of her body. Fuck, she was a vision. The thought of coming home to her daily had changed recently. It was something I looked forward to, and not just for the banter or to get on her last nerve, but to see her and enjoy my evenings with her.

“Is there a reason you’re staring at me?” She chuckled, turning to face me.

“Can’t I admire my wife?” I winked, resting my arms on the island as I leaned closer to her, inhaling her floral scent.

“You can admire me all you like, just behave until we’ve eaten.”

She turned away from me, reaching up to grab a pot from the highest cabinet. I could have helped her, but then I wouldn’t have gotten to see her dress riding up the backs of her thighs as she stretched. My breath hitched as I caught a glimpse of bare skin—wait a damn minute. She wasn’t wearing any panties. The realisation hit me like a punch to the gut. It was primal and raw. My heart quickened, and a hunger stirred deep within me.

Without thinking, I was across the kitchen in an instant with only one thought on my mind. I set my sights on Ana who had no idea what was coming. I swept her up into my arms, her soft gasp mingling with the clatter of the pot she dropped. “Lorenzo, what—” she started, her blue eyes widening as I carried her out of the kitchen and into the living room. “The dinner, Lorenzo...”

“Dinner can wait,” I growled.

I laid her down on the sofa, my gaze intense as it burned into hers. “You’re not wearing anything under that dress, are you?” I murmured against her neck. “You did that on purpose, right?”

Her cheeks flushed, but her gaze didn’t waver. “Maybe…” she admitted, her voice low and teasing. “Or maybe I just forgot.”

“Is that how you want to play it?” I smiled, planting kisses on her neck.

I didn’t give her a chance to respond. I hiked up her dress to reveal the smooth skin of her thighs. “Fuck,” I breathed, letting my fingers trace the contours of her legs. I lowered kisses down her body, pushing her dress up around her waist before I buried my face between her legs, inhaling the warm, sweet scent of her. She let out a soft moan, her hands tangling in my hair as I kissed and nipped at her sensitive clit.

“Lorenzo,” she whispered, her voice already trembling.

My hands gripped her thighs as my tongue delved into her pussy. She was already wet and ready for me. Her legs fell open, and I knew it wouldn’t be long until she fell apart. Her body arched off the sofa as I devoured her, losing myself in her pretty cunt.

“Enzo,” she moaned, the nickname she used, causing me to lose my fucking mind.

I traced patterns on her pussy with my tongue, ones that made her squirm beneath me. She dug her nails into my shoulders, and I welcomed the pain.

“Fuck me, please,” she begged, grinding her hips against me.

“Don’t you want to come this way, wife?” I murmured against her pussy, my cock throbbing against my sweats.

“I want you to fuck me,” she whimpered.

With a rough tug, I pulled the only barrier between us off, my eyes meeting hers as I positioned myself between her legs. Her gaze dropped to my erection, her lips parting in a mix of desireand anticipation. “Hard, Enzo, I want it hard,” she murmured, her hand reaching down to stroke my cock.

I caught her wrist, pressing it above her head before she could blink, my other hand gripping her thigh as I leaned in. “This pussy is mine,” I breathed against her ear. “Every inch of you is mine.”

She shivered at my words, her body yielding to mine as I pressed my cock against her tight entrance. With a savage thrust, I buried myself deep inside her, her gasp echoing through the room. She was so fucking tight, her pussy gripped me. I moved with a relentless rhythm, my hips snapping forward as I fucked her just like she wanted.

I grasped her thighs, forcing them around my waist. Her heels dug into my back as she met my thrusts, her body aching and desperate for more.

“Harder. Please.” she panted, her voice breaking.

I tightened my hold on her as I pounded into her, my cock sinking deep into her sweet pussy. Her cries grew louder, her body tensing as she neared the edge, and I loved every second.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I moaned, letting pleasure surge through me like an electric current as I neared the edge. “I need to feel you fall apart. I fucking crave it.”

“Then take it,” she murmured, her breathing ragged. “Please, take it all.”