I crossed my arms over myself trying to keep my skin from prickling. Something about sharing all these feelings with Marco made me nervous.
He shook his head. “Dom was her favorite. I was closer to my father.”
There was a sadness in his voice when he spoke, and I knew that there was pain there. “My father left soon after Mikey’s birth. He couldn’t handle having two mouths to feed.” Whenever I thought about my father, a hole in my heart formed. His absence was one of the reasons that I couldn’t be too mad at my mother. She’d stayed. Despite everything, she’d been the parent who stuck it out.
I felt Marco’s finger on my face once more. “His loss,” he said.
His words made me smile. Marco could go from angry, to deep and serious, to kind and loving very quickly. Sometimes it gave me whiplash, but tonight, I needed him to get off of the topic at hand. Thinking about my family too much made my heart ache.
Marco’s finger trailed down my cheek and began playing with the thick strap of my dress. His fingers on my skin made me shiver. I reached out and placed my hands on his thighs. Since the first time we had sex, Marco had been the initator. Tonight was going to be different. I wasn’t in the mood to talk
I looked up at my new husband, eyes wide. I reached out and moved towards his belt, unbuckling it.
“What are you doing?” Marco asked. His voice was husky with desire. He might want to talk, but he was still a man, and ultimately, he wasn’t going to stop me from giving him the desire we both knew that I could.
My fingers slid into the waistband of his pants. “Don’t think,” I muttered. “Just feel.”
It was similar to what he said to me the very first time we had sex, and from the way his eyes grew darker, I knew that he recalled those words.
Marco wasn’t one for giving up control, so I didn’t know how long this was going to last. I slid down to the floor, dragging his pants down his thighs on my way. Marco wasn’t wearing underwear, and his cock sprung free easily.
He was already hard as a rock. “You’re going to ruin your dress,” he told me, but his hands were already tangling themselves in my hair.
I smirked. “I’ve already worn it.” My hand grasped onto Marco’s cock, and I was lightly brushing him up and down.
I reached down and licked the tip of the head. Marco groaned. Clearly, he hadn’t been expecting me to just go for it. The thought made me smirk. He was one of the most powerful men that I knew, and I knew that I could bring him to his knees.
The power in that was a huge turn on.
“Did you like that?” I asked, coyly, fluttering my eyes lashes.
Marco stared down at me. His gaze made me shiver in desire. “You know I did,” he said.
I smirked. This time when I leaned down, I engulfed the head of his cock in my mouth, sucking lightly at the tip, before I relaxed my throat and took him all the way inside of me.
“Fuck, Ivy.” His hand tangled tighter in my hair, and I tried my best not to smirk as I worked him up and down in my mouth, relaxing my throat more and more each time in an effort to take even more of him inside of me.
In the two times that we’d had sex already, Marco rarely lost control. Sure, sometimes he thrust so deeply inside of me that I was sure I could feel him in my throat, but mostly, he focused himself on my pleasure.
Tonight, I wanted him to be as out of control as he’d made me. I tightened my lips around him and sucked him down until my nose was touching his skin. Then, I slowly drew myself back up, my teeth scraping lightly against him as I did so, adding a little pain to his pleasure. “Holy shit,” he moaned.
My tongue worried the top of his cock, doing my best to stimulate him as much as possible. I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I was desperate to have him on my tongue. Kneeling before him had made me wet for him.
I could feel Marco’s thighs tensing as he neared climax, and I started sucking harder. “Easy,” Marco moaned. He grabbed my hair and tried to pull me away from him, but I was determined to make him finish.
My tongue swirled around him, and I moaned as I moved my head up and down. That was what Marco needed, and he came with a roar. He cum coated my tongue, and I had never felt more satisfied in all my life.
“Fuck,” Marco groaned out, as he slipped himself out of my mouth with a soft plop.
His face was flushed with desire, and his eyes were glassy from the orgasm that he just had.
“Come here,” he ordered. He didn’t wait for me to follow his order. His hands wrapped themselves around my upper shoulder and pulled me to my feet. His lips smashed against mine hard when we were finally face-to-face. His tongue swept over mine, and I moaned into his mouth.
His fingers scratched at my back as he tried to get my wedding dress off. “Shit,” he groaned. He pulled his lips away from mine. He was panting as he spoke. “This is complicated.”
I giggled and reached behind me and moved the decorative buttons away. “There’s a zipper,” I panted.
Marco didn’t wait long. His fingers slid the zipper down my skin and my dress immediately fell off my body. We were frantic as we rushed to get the remainder of our clothing off our bodies.