My head thrashes from side to side. But when he grazes his teeth right across the nub like he did on my nipples, I explode.
“A-A-Antonio-o-o.” My shout bounces off the walls as my release consumes me. My nails dig deeper into his scalp and my thighs squeeze against his shoulders.
Every muscle in my body clenches as he wrings the orgasm from my body. And when his mouth doesn’t relent and I think I’m going to pass out from the intensity, he plunges two fingers deep inside me.
“Ahhhh.”
I’m climaxing again, gasping in short breaths as he drains every ounce of pleasure from my body. And only when the sounds coming from me are incoherent squeaks does he stop. Finally releasing me from the uncontrolled spasms of my orgasm.
Gasping, I lie limply on the bed, sucking in deep breaths like I’ve just sprinted a one-hundred-meter race.
When I’m able to blink my eyes open, Antonio is kneeling above me, looking down, a self-satisfied smile plastered across his face. His hand rubbing his erection, which is still trapped behind the zipper of his suit pants.
“You look pretty pleased with yourself,” I say in a voice that’s now husky from all my shouting.
“And you look very satisfied.”
“Don’t get too cocky,” I joke, although he has every right to be.
“I’m very cocky around you.” He lifts his hand, showing me the tent of fabric underneath.
“I can see. And what would you like to do about that?”
He chuckles, then stands and walks toward the bathroom.Where is he going?
I drag myself up onto my elbows, and my brow creases into a frown as I stare at the lit doorway he disappeared through. The sound of running water registers before he strolls back in, still wearing his belted pants.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m filling the bath for you,” he says, like it should be obvious to me, and my mouth drops open.
“But …”
He steps closer, reaching his hand down to thread his fingers into my hair, cupping my head and lifting me up to sit on the edge. “Tonight is for you, Lucia.” He kisses me on the forehead.
What?My brow wrinkles as I stare at him, and he deliberately ignores the look.
I stand, placing my hands on my hips. Another move that he chooses to ignore.
“Turn around.”
I’m so shocked by his words, I do as he asks. And his fingers brush against my bare skin as he unzips my dress so it slides overmy hips to pool at my feet in a puddle of silk. He sweeps my hair over one shoulder before laying his hands atop them.
Close to my ear, he whispers, “Honestly, I want nothing more than to spend tonight filling your delicious pussy with my cock, watching orgasms turn every inch of your soft skin pink.” His warm breath against my neck, along with his words, sends a shiver skittering down my spine. “But …”
“Why is there always abut?”
“Because …” He places a light kiss below my earlobe, and I can feel his grin. “Because I don’t want to screw things up between us. Today was huge, and we still have the hardest part to come, announcing our marriage to your family and the world.” He turns me around within the circle of his arms. “Luce, these next few weeks are going to be difficult, and we need to stay strong together against the backlash. Let’s take this slowly.”
I drop my head on his chest and breathe in the lingering scent of his cologne, a poignant reminder of our friendship.
I know Ant’s right; we should be careful with this newly discovered attraction between us. What’s more important now is that we support each other like we’ve always done.
“Okay,” I whisper into his chest.
He tucks a finger under my chin and lifts my face to his. “Thanks. And thank you for agreeing to be my wife. I’d never want to do this with anyone else.”
My eyes widen. But before I can ask him what that means, he drops his arms to take my hand and leads me into the bathroom. The bath filled with perfumed bubbles looks inviting, and I guess if my husband isn’t going to be stripping naked and giving me a wedding night to remember, this is the next best thing.
