My Wife’s Ex With Charles Dera, August Taylor – Brazzers

Polished, strappy black stilettos clicked against polished marble as August Taylor sashayed through the luxurious villa, her ample curves perfectly displayed in a tight, red cocktail dress. A follow-up visit with an old lover was always an exciting proposition, and her anticipation increased with each step. The emerald green Italian countryside outside the wall-sized windows only enhanced the sensual mood.

Up ahead, the master suite door swung open, revealing Charles Dera’s chiseled form, playfully draped in a white terrycloth robe. The silvering hair at his temples only added to his rugged charm. “Auggie, carissima, come here,” he cooed, his accented voice as smooth and rich as the red wine currently occupying his hand.

Anything for you, Charlie, August purred as she approached. She made a show of planting a kiss on his cheek, then gliding past and perching herself on the edge of the canopied bed. Uncrossing and recrossing her legs sensuously, she purred, “It’s been far too long.”

Charles moved to the foot of the bed, eyes drinking in every detail of her body. I know, love. You’ve no idea how I’ve missed this view. But we have the whole weekend. Plenty of time to catch up. His eyes flicked knowingly to her left hand. Still married then?

August glanced down at the rings adorning her finger. She and Luca had been together since she was 19. He was her first everything. But lately, the spark had started to fade. I never said I wasn’t open to… exploration.

Charles sipped his wine with a grin. I want to explore every single inch of you. Starting with right here. He reached out and traced his finger up the inside of her thigh.

August shivered. Start with my feet. I’ve been practicing with these heels. She extended a leg and flexed her foot, admiring how the stiletto peeked from beneath the hem of her skirt. The red sole, her Italian origins, her love of luxury – all on full display.

With a cheeky smirk, Charles dropped to his knees. Such a good girl, he breathed, running a hand along her calf, raising goosebumps on her flesh. The arch of her foot fit so perfectly in his large, calloused hand as he began trailing kisses across it. The contrast of the buttery soft leather against her smooth skin just made him throb.

His fingers trailed higher, pushing the fabric of her dress up centimeter by excruciating centimeter. Every inch revealed had August squirming with pent-up desire. But the higher his hand crept, the more she prevented him, keeping her legs clamped together. So many clothes between me and your touch, she mewled. I think you’re overdressed yourself.

Charles laughed, a deep, rich sound, and rose to his feet. As you wish, amore mio. He shrugged off his robe and stood before her, entirely nude, his body toned and tanned and ready for her inspection. August felt a rush of liquid warmth between her thighs at the sight.

They came together in a clash of passion, her mouth finding his in a searing kiss, tongues entwined. He lifted her easily, carrying her to the bed and laying her down amongst the silken sheets. August arched her back as he worshipped her body, his calloused hands mapping every dip and swell. When his mouth closed over one hardened nipple through the fabric, she gasped and tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him there.

She wanted him with a ferocity that shocked even her. Rock hard and ready, the impressive length of him sprang free as he pushed aside her dress. August reached down, grasping him and stroking from root to tip, her thumb swirling over the sensitive head. Charles’ hips thrust into her touch, his eyes glazing over with lust. Please, August, I need to taste you.

He pushed her back against the pillows, hooking her legs over his shoulders and burying his face between her thighs. August cried out, her hands fisting the sheets as his tongue found her most sensitive spot. He licked and sucked and penetrated her with lips and tongue until she was a writhing, pleading mess.

And then he was at her entrance, the thick head of his cock pressing insistently. I want you, August, he gritted out. I want to be inside you, filling you, making you mine again. With one powerful surge, Charles thrust home. August keened, her body stretching out eagerly to accept him, then keening again as he withdrew to drive back in more forcefully than before.

He set a hard, driving pace and August met him thrust for thrust, her nails scoring down his back. She couldn’t get enough, she wanted him deeper, wanted to feel him in her core for days after. Bent nearly double, she hiked her legs higher, ankles locked behind his neck, causing him to slip even further inside.

Yes, yes! August nearly screamed when Charles reached between their sweat-slicked bodies to rub circles over her clit. Every nerve ending in her body was ablaze, pleasure spiking through her. His words, hishineneyes, his touch, it was all too much. She came with a silent scream, her body going rigid then shuddering through the aftershocks.

Charles followed seconds later, thick ropes of come painting her inner walls. He collapsed on top of her, spent and sated. They lay panting for some time, tangled together in a sweaty embrace. Sex with Charles was always this way, intense and all-consuming, like nothing she’d ever experienced.

You’re still insatiable, he murmured against her sweat-dampened hair. It’s a good thing I’m a man of stamina. He punctuated his point with a roll of his hips.

August gasped, surprise and delight lighting her features. More? Already? She eye-batted playfully. I’m in mourning, remember? We won’t have long, just a weekend tryst. He leaned in close, their lips a hairbreadth apart. Then we’d better make it count.