“Oh God, Nicolo! That feels so good, baby.”
She was wet and ready, and it felt like heaven. Her moans made me deliver a few more strokes to warm her up, but I guess I was moving too slow for her. My Brazen popped her hips up and started riding my dick like she was showing me how to fuck. The sight of her round ass moving up and down on my manhood was just what I needed. I let her take the reins, and damn if she didn’t fuck me.
“Damn, baby, your ass looks so good. Keep throwing that ass back at me. I’ll give you anything you want.”
She giggled but kept thrusting back onto me. My fucking toes were curling at the amount of pleasure my Brazen was giving me. We had fucked before, several times, but it was never like this. It was as if she was saving her best moves for our wedding night. I wasn’t ready, but I was a player, and I was getting in this game.
Giving her a long stroke, I took control back from her. I was determined to make her cream all over me. I wanted to bathe in her essence. Grabbing those enticing hips, I stroked inside her hitting that special spot that made her start hooting like an owl. Normally, I would think that sound was hilarious, but when my Brazen made it, I was in ecstasy.
“Hoo-hoo-hooooo! I’m coming, baby. Oh, Nico!”
I had my baby hooting into the wee hours of the morning. She was so vocal that the front desk called to inform us that the neighbors were complaining about a hoot owl making noise. They wanted to know if we had any animals in our room. Chuckling, I informed them we did not, but assured them the noise would subside.
“Brazen, you’ve got to keep it down. They are going to throw us out of here for violating the pet policy.”
“Pet policy? What the hell are you talking about? We don’t have any animals.”
“Baby, I hate to tell you this, but every time you come, you hoot like an owl.”
I cracked up laughing at the face she made. You would think she wasn’t in the room when it was happening. She sounded like one of those people who snore but deny it.
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. I do not hoot!”
“Brazen, you do, and now you’ve got the front desk calling because you’re so loud.”
“Well, if you weren’t so damn good in bed, I wouldn’t be hooting. Asshole.”
She stood and tried to stomp off to the bathroom, but I pulled her back onto the bed and held her down. I kept pecking kisses on her face until she laughed.
“Fine, I’ll try to keep it down. It’s late anyway. Let’s just go to sleep.”
I pulled my new wife into my arms and fell asleep with a huge smile on my face. This woman was my joy. The next morning I awoke early. I rarely slept more than a few hours anyway. I jumped in the shower and dressed as quietly as I could. I wanted to run out to get some pastries from a local bakery that I loved eating at when I lived here in Bari. Still in a great mood from the night before, I left a note on the nightstand for Brazen that said, ‘Owl be back. Gone to the store.’ Corny, I know, but I couldn’t resist. The woman was making me soft.
I made it to the bakery and snagged a slew of my favorite pastries, a coffee for me, and a hot tea for my woman. The shop was just a few blocks away from the hotel, so I decided to walk. It was early, about six, and the streets were relatively clear, as it was Sunday before mass. On the way back to the hotel, I could feel someone watching me. I knew she was lurking, just like she had been at the wedding last night.
As I stepped into the lobby, I ran into my cousin, Enzo. He was like me and rarely slept. I was glad to see him.
“Good morning, lover boy. I didn’t expect to see you up at this time of day.”
“I just stepped out to get the wife some breakfast. Trust me, you won’t be seeing me again until dinner time.”
We laughed at my statement, knowing it was the first day of my honeymoon. I planned to take Brazen out and show her around my town. She had been so busy with wedding details since we arrived that she hadn’t had an opportunity to look around. We were spending the first leg of our honeymoon here, but I hadn’t scheduled any outings until tomorrow. I wanted to spend one entire day just me and her.
“At least let her up to breathe, man. You don’t want her to run away from your hound dog ass.”
“She won’t get far. I’ll just track her down and drag her back.”
“Why do I get the feeling you aren’t joking?”
As we were chatting, I spied Zelda out of the corner of my eye. She was standing outside peering through the window at us. Enzo spotted her as well. We communicated silently like we had since we were kids. We knew what the other was thinking just from a look.
“I’m on it. We have a man on her. She followed you to the café, but you were never in danger. Watch your back when you go out; just in case she gives our man the slip. I don’t want anything to happen to you or your beautiful bride.”
“I will definitely watch our backs. Let me get back upstairs before my woman wakes up and wonders where I am. I’ll see you soon, cousin, and thanks for everything.”
As I entered the hotel room, the delicious scent of Brazen’s body wash tickled my nose. She was awake. Making my way to the bedroom, I stopped dead in my tracks at the sight that greeted me. My sexy as fuck wife was laying across the bed with her legs spread wide. She was naked and had her eyes closed. One hand was between her thick thighs, working her clit into a frenzy, while the other was caressing her nipple into a hard nub.
I don’t know how long she had been going at it, but one thing was for sure, she was amazing. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. She was wild and passionate, and my dick instantly stiffened. I was so mesmerized that I almost dropped the tray of drinks. I placed them on the dresser and leaned against the door frame to watch. Brazen’s eyes popped open, I guess she heard me putting down our breakfast.
I expected her to be embarrassed and stop, but she didn’t. The woman looked me dead in the eyes and continued to fuck herself. She was getting off on the fact that I was watching her. I was so enamored that I couldn’t look away. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.
When she began to move her hips, I could tell she was close. Her juices were flowing more, and her moans increased. The temptation to join her was strong, but I held back, wanting to see what she would do when she climaxed. I didn’t have to wait long. Her mouth fell open, making the hairs on my arms stand up. Here it comes. She’s about to explode. Then the familiar sounds of the nocturnal raptor filled the room. My woman looked so fucking good that she had my cock leaking precum.
Brazen removed her fingers from her sweet pussy and held them up, offering them to me. I didn’t hesitate to claim my taste of her goodness. Fuck! This woman was going to kill me. I would gladly die ten times over, if it was while I was tasting her honey.
“You are my fuckin’ soul mate,” I chimed before sucking her fingers into my mouth and feasting on her cream.
Needless to say, by the time we had a chance to unbox the breakfast I purchased for us, the drinks were cold and so were the pastries. Neither of us gave a shit. We lay in bed feeding each other and laughing about her new discovery. Brazen now knew she was a hooter!
For the rest of the day, we alternated between me making her hoot and her making me howl. It was a full fledge zoo up in there. In between sessions, we lay there talking or watching movies. She was laying on my chest as we laughed at the movie Christmas Vacation. It was in Italian, and she couldn’t understand a word they were saying, but it didn’t matter to Brazen. I discovered one of her many talents was recalling an entire movie script. She knew what each character was going to say and when. It cracked me up. She even had the voices down.