Page 82 of Beautiful Life
“You challenging me?” He yanks my panties down my legs, leaving me as bare as the day I was born.
“No!” I exclaim, realizing I don’t need to challenge Tony in anything, especially when it comes to him telling me what next and soon entails.
He reaches over to his nightstand, opens the drawer and grabs a condom. He puts it in between his teeth and mumbles while yanking his pants off, “We won’t need these much longer.”
“Quit saying things to freak me out on purpose.” He’s just teasing me, I can tell.
“We’ll have a big-ass wedding,” he mutters then reaches up and rips the condom open, spitting the wrapper off to the side. “I might let my mother plan the whole thing.”
“Stop!” I say, but my gaze wanders as I watch him roll on his condom, admiring his beautiful body.
“But we need to hurry so we can have a shit load of kids. I want to beat Gabby, maybe I’ll knock you up before the wedding.” He looks down with mischievous eyes as he grabs my knee, lifting it high, positioning himself between my legs. He reaches down to touch me, sliding two easily inside as he asks, “You ready for me, gem?”
I push down on his fingers. “Always.”
“Good,” he murmurs as he pulls his fingers out and surges into me.
I moan, loving the feel of him and draw my other knee up to take as much of him as I can.
“You know I’m shitting you,” he says and I feel his thumb come to my clit, rubbing circles as stays planted inside me deep.
“I know.”
“About the big wedding,” he goes on.
“Tone,” I try and admonish him but it comes out really lame because he’s making me warm.
“And I would never let my mother plan anything,” he adds.
To this I can’t even respond because the warm is turning to tingles.
“But I was serious about everything else,” I hear him say as my tingles turns hot and I do everything I can to press harder into his thumb.
“It’s gonna happen, might as well happen sooner than later,” his voice, rough and deep.
"Please stop talking.”
After a few minutes of Tony torturing me, giving me what I want, I cry out, and he really starts to move. Hard and fast, the way I’ve grown to love it from Tony. Taking me—making me his. I love being his, more than anything.
He leans down to take my mouth, giving me a searing kiss as I feel his body become rigid and tense. He stuffs his face in my neck as he slams into me two more times, staying planted and giving me his weight.
I tangle one leg around his big heavy thigh and keep the other high by his side. He presses into me one more time before he lifts his head and looks down at me.
“Love you,” he breathes on an exhale.
I pause and let that seep through me before uttering the words for the first time without being drunk or demanded to. “I love you, too, honey.”
Tony’s face softens and he dips his head to kiss me. His words come at me as a promise. “Yeah, you’re ready.”
But before I can protest, add to the conversation or, heaven forbid, agree, he pulls out of me and climbs out of the bed to head to the bathroom. I roll over and pull the covers up around me and hear him call for Finny to let him out and put him to bed. Finny jumps down and races out following Tony.
When he returns, he drops his pajama pants again and climbs in bed with me. Rolling into him, I decide quiet is the way to go. I don’t need Tony making me anymore promises or declarations, let alone teasing me in a way that doesn’t really seem like teasing because I think he really means most of it.
“You tired?” he asks.
“Mm-hmm,” I hum into his neck.
I feel his lips come to my forehead. “Goodnight, gem.”
