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“I don’t know what to say,” Jude starts. “Can we at least take you to lunch?”
“Yes. Let us take you to lunch,” Gabby adds. “When are you going to tell everyone?”
Tony claims me by putting an arm around my waist and pulling my front to his side and announces, “We aren’t going to lunch.”
At the tone of his voice, I feel my nipples go hard and find myself hoping it doesn’t show through this skin-tight dress. Not knowing what to do or say and feeling my face go warm, I look hesitantly over at Jude and Gabby, giving them a small shrug.
Jude grins and Gabby says, “Okay, then. Dinner tonight. A big family dinner. I’ll invite everyone and we can celebrate.”
I feel Tony’s arm spasm around my waist and look at him as I answer, “No.”
“Come on, Tony. Tomorrow?” she keeps trying.
I can tell Tony’s about to say no again. I look over at Gabby. “Thanks. Tomorrow’s good, but only if I can bring Rosa. We had plans for dinner tomorrow.”
“Please try and keep your mouth shut, Gabba. I want a day to ourselves before I have to take on the Carpinos,” Tony warns.
“Of course. Oh, I have a lot to do.” She moves in for more hugs. “I love you both and I’m so happy for you.”
We say our goodbyes to everyone and Tony leans into kiss me again. “Time to take you home.”
I take one last look at our beautiful little chapel and put my bouquet to my nose and inhale. Tony holds his hand out for me. I thread my fingers through his and follow my husband so he can take me home.
Chapter 22 – Carpino Disaster
Leigh
“No, Tone. I want you.” My breath is shallow, doing everything I can to hold off my orgasm.
“You’ll get me. Let me take care of you first. I want to hear my wife moan.” Tony is behind me with his arms around me, one hand between my legs and the other at my breast rolling my nipple.
“Please,” I beg, needing him like I’ve never needed him before. Craving him—his possession, his power, nourishing me, making me whole only the way Tony can.
Before I know it, he puts just enough pressure on my clit to push me over the edge I was trying to hang onto.
“Oh,” I heave as my body shakes.
Tony doesn’t let me go, he keeps at me, wringing my orgasm out of me as I quake in his arms.
“Love you, gem.”
“Please,” I wheeze and he finally lets me go, turning me in his arms and pushes me down to the bed.
Once we got home, it was all hands, mouths, and fingers. Tony couldn’t get my dress off me fast enough. I wasn’t paying much attention because I could only concentrate on him, but I’m pretty sure we left a trail of our wedding clothes from the garage.
He comes down over me and I spread my legs for him to fall between. He rests one forearm over my head and his other hand comes up to frame the side of my face.
“Gem,” he calls to me.
Still coming down from my first intense orgasm as Mrs. Carpino, I look up at him.
“I don’t want to use a condom.”
I’m still trying to catch my breath. “What?”
“I don’t want anything in between us. I’m ready for whatever happens, when it happens.” His voice is low, his gaze settling on me as he brushes my jaw with his thumb.
I feel him between my legs now, long and hard covered in soft, silky skin, sliding up and down against my clit where I’m still sensitive. I’m more than wet and ready for him. He feels better than he’s ever felt with nothing between us. I’m scared to death at the same time I want him now more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
