Her Italian Hitman
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“Well, that’s just it. I think I might want to be done with fieldwork for good,” I say with a small smile.
Eliza cocks her head curiously at me.
“But you love your job. You’re good at it. It’s important work, too.” She digs her thumbs into me, releasing tension throughout my body that I didn't even know I had.
I moan appreciably as she continues to work me over for a few minutes. Finally, I answer her.
“It’s just, well, we’re not getting any younger. If I wasn’t risking my life putting bad guys away, maybe we could talk about starting our family?” I ask, leaning up on my elbows and smiling back at Eliza.
Her face breaks into an even more radiant grin as she nods enthusiastically.
“Do you mean it, Enzo? I know I said I didn’t want you to feel pressured about anything, but I —”
I give her a wink and lay back down.
“Less talking, more rubbing,” I insist, a teasing tone in my voice.
Eliza tsks at me, pressing down extra hard.
“Ah, my healing resumes,” I say contentedly.
Only now there’s an edge to Eliza’s massage. Usually, it dissolves into less therapeutic and more sensual activities, but I can feel the eagerness coursing through her. Feel it in the way she lingers on my muscles, tracing them almost reverently with her fingertips.
“Flip over, stud,” Eliza says after another ten minutes. I happily oblige.
Eliza begins to incorporate her mouth into my massage, pressing soft kisses against my broad shoulders, trailing them down my chest. Her chestnut curls brush against me, tickling my skin as she works her way across every inch of my body. It’s absolutely heavenly. I didn’t think a massage could ever be this good, but Eliza is truly one-of-a-kind.
Her hands don’t pause for a moment as she moves from rubbing my thighs to stroking my cock. Slick with oil, she easily slides both of her fists up and down my length.
“I take it you like the idea of starting our family now?” I ask, amusement creeping into my voice at her obvious enthusiasm.
“Let me make it abundantly clear where I stand on the issue Mr. Rossi,” Eliza says as she climbs up onto the table, straddling me.
“You stand for sitting?” I joke, grinning up at her as my hands move up to grip her hips.
Eliza lowers herself onto me, her face a mask of concentration as the head of my cock splits her pussy open like a ripe peach.
“You make a compelling argument,” I moan as she eases herself onto me. The hot, wet confines of her inner walls squeeze around me, massaging my cock.
“I’m just getting started,” Eliza smirks down at me as she leans forward, bracing her hands on my chest and beginning to ride me.
Over the last two years, Eliza has grown from an inexperienced lover to an expert at coaxing my body to her whims. The same inhuman talent she has with her hands extends to everything she does to me. Every point of contact between us is fire, burning away all of my reason.
“I want your baby inside me, Enzo,” Eliza says, a fierceness to her voice and expression that I rarely see. She’s usually a sweet, gentle, and caring lover, but right now she’s a woman on a mission.
“If you keep this up, you’re going to be pregnant within the hour,” I slide my hands up her body, cupping her breasts, running my thumbs across her hard nipples.
Eliza leans back, reaching back to grip my shins as she presents me with a gorgeous view of her tight pussy lips gripping my girth. I bite my lip at the incredibly erotic sight of my wife worshipping my body with hers.
“Give it to me, Enzo,” Eliza moans, a sound that’s still music to my years.
Unable to hold back for even a second longer, I groan and grab her hips, thrusting up into her with abandon as I shatter against her. Ribbons of hot cum shoot into my gorgeous wife, and I can feel her own climax milking me for every last drop.
Panting, she collapses on top of me. I pull her close, giving her a sweet kiss.
“What do you think about the name Ezio?” I ask, prompting a big smile from my wife.
“I think it’s perfect,” she answers.
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