HIS STRIPPER, HIS WIFE novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Bianca

“Adrian… His name came out broken, barely a breath.

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He hummed against me ifr response, the vibration alone almost enough to undo me, and I bit down hard on my lip.

I was close already, so close I could feel the edge rushing toward me. My breath came in short, desperate pants. My thighs clenched around his shoulders. He did not let up, sucking and licking and stroking with the best pressure, like he knew exactly what my body needed.

Just when the pleasure started peaking, right as my muscles began to tighten and my moans grew louder, he slowed down. He pulled his fingers out gently and gave my clit one last soft, almost tender kiss before pulling back completely.

“Good night, Bianca,” he said quietly, voice rough.

I did not let him step away, my hand shot out and caught the front of his shirt, holding him there. My legs still felt shaky. my body humming with unfinished need. I looked straight at him, heart pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it.

“This might be the last time.” I whispered, “but I need you to fuck me.”

He paused, tilting his head slightly like he had not quite caught it. A small, teasing smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“I did not hear that.” he said, in a low and playful tone, eyes sparkling with that familiar mischief.

I swallowed, cheeks burning, but I did not look away. My grip on his shirt tightened.

“I said you should fuck me please.”

The words hung between us for a second. Then he moved closer, coming over me gently until the backs of my knees hit the bed again. His hands came up to the hem of my top and he lifted it slowly, pulling it over my head and tossing it aside. Next came my bra, unhooked with careful fingers that brushed my skin and left goosebumps behind. He stepped back just enough to look at me, eyes traveling over every inch like he was seeing me for the first time.

“Damn!” he breathed.

“Stop staring.” I said, even though I did not mean it.

“Not a chance.” The corner of his mouth lifted. “Give me a second.”

I stood there feeling exposed but strangely safe under his gaze. The room felt warmer suddenly, the lamplight soft on his face as he watched me. I reached for him, pulling him down for another kiss, deeper this time, pouring everything I felt into

He kissed me back like he had been waiting for permission, hands roaming over my bare skin, warm and sure. We moved onto the bed together, the mattress dipping under our weight. His body covered mine, not heavy but solid and real, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, losing myself in the feel of him. Every touch felt electric, every small shift of his hips against mine building that desperate ache again.

I could still taste the wine on his tongue, mixed with the faint trace of me, and it made everything feel more intimate, more dangerous. Outside, the rain showed no sign of stopping, like the world had decided to give us this pocket of time. His fingers traced patterns on my waist, sliding lower, teasing the edge of my panties but not going further yet. He was being patient again, drawing it out, making me feel every second.

You’re doing that on purpose, I breathed.

Doing what? All innocence

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Chapter 41

“Adriannnn.”

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“Biancaaaa.” He said my name the same way I had said his, low and unhurried, and something about it made my chest tight.

My hands moved to his shirt, tugging at the buttons until I could push it off his shoulders. I ran my palms over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and the way his muscles shifted under my touch. He made that low sound again, the one that vibrated through me, and pressed his forehead to mine for a moment, just breathing together.

“You sure?” he asked softly, giving me one last out even now.

I nodded, pulling him closer. “Yes.” –

“You don’t have to be sure right now,” he said. “We can stop.”

“I don’t want to stop.” I looked at him directly so he would know I meant it. “Do you?”

Something shifted in his expression, the teasing gone. “No.”

He kissed me again, slower this time, savoring it. His hand slipped between us, fingers finding me still wet and sensitive from before. The touch was gentle at first, then firmer, circling in ways that made my back arch off the bed. I moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled but raw.

“There you are,” he murmured against my jaw, like he had been looking for something and finally found it.

He kept going, building me up again until I was trembling beneath him, whispering his name like a plea.

When he finally moved to push my panties down. I helped him, kicking them off the rest of the way. Now there was nothing between us but his remaining clothes, and I reached for his belt, fingers clumsy with need.

He helped me, shedding the rest of his things quickly. The sight of him fully bare made my mouth go dry. He was beautiful, hard and ready, and the way he looked at me made me feel wanted in a way I had never experienced before.

He settled between my legs again, the head of his cock brushing against me, teasing. I rocked my hips up, impatient, and he chuckled softly, the sound warm and fond.

“Easy,” he murmured, but his voice was strained too.

“I swear to God, Adrian…”

“I know.” He pressed a kiss to my collarbone. “I know.”

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching me in the best way. The fullness made me gasp, my nails digging into his back. He stayed still once he was all the way in, letting me adjust, kissing my neck and whispering soft words I could barely hear but felt deep in my chest.

“Okay?” he asked.

“Yes, I managed.

Then he started to move, slow rolls of his hips that built into something faster. The rhythm we found was perfect, our bodies already knew each other. Every thrust sent sparks through me, hitting that spot inside that made stars burst behind my eyes. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper, chasing the pleasure that was so close again. His name fell from my lips over and over, mixed with soft cries that he swallowed with kisses.

He shifted slightly, changing the angle, and it was almost too much.

“Right there I gasped “Don’t stop…

Ive got you,” he said again, rougher this time, voice low at my ear.

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