I reach down and stroke his cock through his trousers and then slowly unzip them before I respond.
Is that clear enough?
“This bracelet has turned into a full-time job.” His voice is tinged with amusement as he turns me in his arms.
I smirk as he unbuckles his belt with one hand while palming my bare ass with the other. It’s become an ongoing joke between us that I use the bracelet primarily for what he refers to as dick-on-demand. It was put to good use halfway into my pregnancy when my hormones were going completely nuts. I couldn’t get enough of him, night or day. It didn’t matter the hour. Regardless of where he was or what he was doing, he kept his word and came to please me. It’s undeniably hot knowing I have that power any time I want it. I use and abuse it proudly, but Alessio doesn’t mind.
“We only have ten minutes.” He breathes into my neck as his fingers move between my thighs. “But I’m not stopping until you come for me.”
I hum my quiet approval as I arch back into him, grinding my ass against his cock as he slides his fingers through my arousal.
“Always so wet for me,” he rumbles. “My little deviant.”
A protest of air puffs from my lips when he pauses to move some of the candles over on the altar, clearing a space. Then he grabs my hips, tilting me forward until I’m fully exposed to him. I don’t try to hide myself. Alessio has witnessed it all, including during childbirth, and it never changed the way he sees me. He takes me as I am, scars and all, and I bare my body without shame. I’m a mother, and a wife, and a woman with imperfections. None of that matters because I’m his.
He kneads the flesh of my ass cheek while he starts to finger me. It feels so fucking good, I’m rocking back against him, begging him for more. Alessio knows how to push all my buttons now. He’s made it his goal to study them, memorize them, and become a master of his craft. Mission accomplished.
He told me I had ten minutes, but I come for him in two. I’m clinging to the altar, silently pleading with him as I look over my shoulder.
“So greedy.” He slides his cock against the mess he left between my thighs, sinking inside of me way too slowly.
His fingers dig into my hips, and he growls as he bottoms out. I’ll never get tired of watching the way his head tips back and his mouth parts like he’s just entered heaven. It’s so hot I can’t stop staring. He knows it too. When he opens his eyes, he’s already starting to smirk at me.
“Creepy little stalker.”
I roll my ass against him, and that effectively puts an end to the conversation and resets the clock. He pulls back and thrusts into me, his pelvis slapping against my ass exactly how I like it. Sometimes, it’s a slow, torturous kind of love. Today, it’s hard and fast and intense.
My nails scrape against the altar as another orgasm rips through me, stealing my senses for a full minute. Alessio responds to my body as he always does, his cock jerking and spasming inside me as he releases himself. He falls forward, stroking my back as he kisses my neck.
“Have I satisfied your needs, dear wife?”
I roll my hips against him, nodding.
“Very well.” He pulls us both upright and then scoops me up into his arms, his cock swaying between his legs as he carries me to the bathroom. “I better wash this sin off you then. The ceremony’s about to start.”
Thanks for looking after her. I smooth my hair back over my shoulders and glance down at our sleeping angel in her stroller.
“It’s no problem.” Abella gives us a sly smile as her eyes bounce between us. “What are godmothers for?”
I peek up at Alessio and roll my eyes. He always gets us caught. He looks far too content, and it’s a dead giveaway every time.
Could you be any more obvious? I ask.
He shrugs and signs back. You’re the one that sent for me. I was just doing what was asked.
“You do know I can understand everything you’re saying, right?” Abella blushes.
I would never have known it until she admitted it, but she confessed to me one day after a few martinis that she’s still a virgin. It literally stunned me. She’s so confident and beautiful I can’t imagine there hasn’t been a man who’s tried, but she explained to me that the expectations are different when you’re from an upper-echelon family. She’s basically the definition of a Society princess, and therefore she’s supposed to save herself for her husband. Two years ago, I would have thought it sounded archaic, but admittedly, now I think it’s sort of sweet. I’m grateful that Alessio and I share so many firsts. He may not be my first experience, but he’s the first man I gave myself to freely, and I have no doubt in my mind he’ll be the last too.