As the night wore on, the house grew quiet with everyone splitting up into the guestrooms and the living room, so I was left alone with my thoughts. Despite already being legally married, the idea of our wedding caused me a lot of anxiety. Not the saying I do to Luca—I would do that every day for the rest of our lives. It was doing all this in front of everyone I know and hundreds I didn’t. After some tossing and turning, I fell into an uneasy sleep.
The bed dipped around two in the morning, and Luca gathered me into his arms, his scent and heat enveloping me. “Hey.” I rubbed my eyes and propped my chin on his chest.
“How’s my wife doing tonight?” He grinned down at me, kissing the tip of my nose.
“Better now.” I shut my eyes and happily hummed as he kissed my cheeks and lips.
“Miss me?”
“Always.”
Luca’s rough hands caressed my back, moving lower until he had two overflowing handfuls of ass. Squeezing roughly, he rolled us, pinning me to the mattress.
“What are you doing?” I chuckled as he slid his hands from under me.
“What do you think?” He flexed his hips into me, and I moaned. “You need to be quiet. Your mom is next door.”
Every filthy teenage fantasy roared to life. I’d done very little hooking up in my parents’ house despite my rebellious nature. There was something deliciously naughty about the danger of being caught by my mom.
Best not to examine that one.
“Okay,” I whispered, and Luca rewarded me with his lips. He teased my bottom lip with light touches, his tongue grazing the seam of my lips until I sighed in frustration, and they parted. His tongue slipped into my mouth, his kiss becoming more urgent and fevered. I lost myself in his kiss. Arousal coiled in my belly, and I wrapped my legs around him, trying to pull him closer.
“Shh, baby,” Luca warned, shoving up my nightie and kissing down my body. I swallowed a moan when he bit my hip, pulling off my panties and spreading my thighs to accommodate his broad shoulders. “If you can’t stay quiet, I won’t eat your pussy.” He slowly dragged his tongue up to my clit. “You’re not going to keep me from devouring my wife, are you?”
I violently shook my head.
“Good girl.”
Luca’s hands gripped the inside of my thighs, and he practically dove into my pussy. His nose bumped my clit as he teased my slit. When I couldn’t take anymore, he finally speared me with his long tongue. I gnawed the inside of my cheek to stay quiet, but when two thick fingers replaced his tongue, I moaned loud and long.
“Open,” Luca grunted.
Blinking up at him in the dark room, I tried to make out what was in his hand.
“I said, open.” The command left no room for argument. My mouth fell open, and Luca shoved a ball of satin in my mouth.
My panties.
The faintest taste of me hit my tongue, and I groaned, the panties doing their job and muffling the sound.
“Fuck me. Look at you.” His fingers thrust back into me, as his mouth peppered my breasts with kisses, occasionally nipping until he captured the tip of my nipple between his teeth and pulled. I arched off the bed, coming around his fingers. “That’s it,” Luca murmured hotly against my ear. He slid his fingers from me and pushed his boxers down, lining his cock up and thrusting roughly until our hips met. I wrapped my legs around him, holding my thighs to keep the angle just right. He took the panties from my mouth, replacing them with his fingers. “Suck them clean.”
Not one to argue with a good idea, I sucked his fingers to the last knuckle while he went absolutely feral. He pounded into me, fucking me into the mattress until I couldn’t take a full breath. Slapping my thigh harshly, I moaned around his fingers, and he thrust them deeper until I gagged. “Quiet,” he bit out.
Tears ran down my cheeks as another orgasm crested. Reading my body like the expert he was, Luca’s thumb worked my clit as he ground down after every thrust.
“Come on, your husband’s cock, Sasha.”
Like a switch flipped, I came so hard I saw stars, my limbs going limp while Luca’s body tensed, and he came with a grunt.
Panting and sweaty, we fell into a heap on the bed. “There’s no way that was anything but good luck for tomorrow,” I joked as I stretched my leg to make sure I didn’t pull anything being wrapped around Luca like a pretzel.
“Absolutely.” Luca kissed my forehead.
We laid in each other's arms for an hour before he got up and slipped from the house undetected. By the time I fell asleep, it was time to get up and start the long and arduous task of getting ready for my wedding.
TWENTY-FOUR