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I lean down and claim her lips.

It seems both of us are worked up; neither one of us wants to slow this down. Her hands burrow in my shirt, pulling on itas she responds to my kiss with the same savagery that runs through my veins.

I pick her up and carry her to the dining room table, the idea of fucking my wife into oblivion on every piece of furniture in this vast space entices me. With a rough sweep of my arm, I push all the decorative settings to the ground. The sound of thousands of dollars shattering on the travertine floor, possibly scratching it, turns me on even more.

There is no time for foreplay or finesse, just urges, deep and primal. I quickly pull her skirt up and her panties down, finding them wet. She's always so wet for me. For a moment I'm torn between owning her pussy with my dick or eating her out.

"Antonio, fuck me now," she demands, making the decision easy. With a growl I open my fly and pull my cock out, while she scoots down on the table, splaying herself open for me. She's already slick, and her walls push aside to allow me access to her hot, sweet pussy. My balls tighten in anticipation. Her legs scissor behind me as her hips rise to meet me, stroke for stroke.

"Fuck Scarlet, I need you to come," I grind out. My balls are pulsing, ready to push my seed into her womb.

"Antonio!" I love it when she screams my name. She knows who is making her come, who owns her. Fuck, her walls are milking me, and I'm seconds away from emptying myself into her. A few more thrusts.

"Ah shit, Antonio, out, out, out!" She yells, pushing against me.

I'm in the last throes before my orgasm, a nanosecond from losing myself, but have enough blood in my brain left to pull out of her. My cum lands on her belly. My breath is panting, and I'm having trouble focusing, but this is Scarlet. I pull myselftogether, force my eyes open to look at her. Is she hurt? Was I too rough?

"Are you hurt?" I manage.

"Uhm, no," a churlish expression moves across her features.

"What the fuck?" I pant, still reeling from the climax her pussy wrought from me. My blood pulses inside my body, returning to my other vital organs. Most of all, it helps me form coherent thoughts again.

"I'm sorry," she says.

I guess I'm not coherent enough yet to understand either what happened or what she's sorry for.

She laughs nervously. I grab a napkin that miraculously survived the table purge and wipe her belly, then I wipe between her legs and my dick. She adjusts herself and sits up.

"I'm, uhm… this is probably stupid…" My heart rate returns to normal, but my brain still hasn't fully caught up.

"About what? What happened?"

"Well, I'm, uh…" This isn't like Scarlet at all. She seems embarrassed. I give her her panties back and time to compose herself. "Well, we're going back to the doctor’s office later… if they do a pap smear or look down there… uhm, you know… I didn't want them to see… your spermies…"

What. The. Fuck?

I break out into loud laughter. "You kicked me out of you because you didn't want the doctor to see my… did you call themspermies?"

I'm a bit insulted.Spermies?

She nods. "I know, stupid…"

I help her off the table. Now and then, another bout of laughter makes its way up, I can't help it. Not until I see how deeply embarrassed she truly is.

"You are the most mysterious woman I've ever met, passerotta," I say, shaking my head and pulling her against my chest. "And I fucking love you, no matter what." I pull her hand and make her come with me into one of the many bathrooms. "See that?"

Her gaze follows my outstretched hand. "Oh."

I grin at her. "And that?"

"Shower, bidet," she giggles.

"Yeah, those come in handy to get cleaned up before seeing a doctor." My grin widens and doesn't falter when she boxes me surprisingly hard in the kidney.

"Well, I guess I'm getting a bit hormonal."

"Be all the hormonal you need to be, Scarlet, I'm here for you." I don't think this woman will ever cease to amaze me. Nobody has made me laugh like this in a long time, if ever. "I love you, passerotta."