He grabs the lace panties and slides them down my legs, tossing them away. Trailing light kisses along my legs he works his way back up to my pussy slowly. “Just as I thought,” he slides a finger through my folds to find me already wet. “You’re ready for me.” I watch as he brings that finger to his lip, sucking my juices off.
He trails more kisses up my abdomen to the column of my throat until he reaches my lips. “Do you want me to fuck you, sweetheart?” he asks, the tip of his erection so close to pressing into me.
My whole body is shaking, I want him inside me so bad, more than I’ve ever wanted someone.
“Yes. Please.” I moan.
“Yeah, baby. Tell me what you want.”
“Please, Gio. I want you to fuck me.” I writhe underneath his touch.
“Anything you want, baby.” He presses into me, eliciting a moan of satisfaction.
He feels like heaven inside me.
I meet each of his thrust, each time a small moan leaves my lips.
Stars linger in my vision as he pumps in and out of me in sweet succession. His touch on my skin is electric, one hand gripped onto my hip and the other around my head. Squeezing, feeling, loving.
He presses his lips onto mine for another burning, bruising kiss.
“Yes!” I yell as the beginning of my orgasm comes into sight. “Fuck, Gio.” I can barely even recognize my own voice as I whine and beg for him.
“That’s it baby,” he growls into my ear. “Give it to me. Give me everything.”
I feel the pressure explode from me. I scream, a deep sound as everything inside of me releases.
“That’s it baby.” His pace becomes more rushed and erratic until he comes undone with me.
I can feel the wetness between my thighs, his cum dripping out of me.
“You didn’t use a condom?” I ask in a breathless whisper.
“No,” he looks at me. “You’re not on birth control?”
I stand, going to the bathroom to wash away the sticky remains of our sex. “No. I’ll grab some Plan B. Don’t worry.” I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my waves are shaken up and my lipstick is smeared. I look well fucked.
“Why aren’t you on anything?” He asks, following after me. His arms wrap around my waist as he studies me in the mirror.
“I haven’t needed it,” I mumble.
Through the mirror I can see a smug look cross his face. “Just me?” he asks.
“There have been others,” I trail. “But not for a while.”
He spins me around quickly, caging me against the bathroom counter. “Just me now, though. Only me, Annie. Say it.” There’s a dark look in his eye as his possessive side comes out to play.
“Just you,” I whisper.
He presses quick kisses up my collarbone, neck, and lands on my mouth. His dark chocolate eyes meet mine. “You really are beautiful.”
“Gio!” The father of the bride is the first to greet us when we arrive. We missed the ceremony, a big Catholic church wedding because we had to stop at the pharmacy to pick up the Plan B pill. The man claps a hand on Gio’s shoulder. “Thank you for coming.”
“Uncle Dom,” he kisses the man’s cheek. “This is Annie.”
Dom presses a light kiss to my hand. “Nice to meet you, dear. You dating this fool?” He laughs.
“Something like that.” Gio answers for me.