I shook my head, squeezing his neck. I couldn’t believe he needed reassurance. But he did.
“You won’t.”
He opened his eyes, and I was shocked at the feral hunger there. And the anguish. He really was afraid it would hurt.
“I can’t wait, sweetheart. I’m sorry.”
He slid back inside me, then pulled out again with a grunt. Then he plunged inside me. I winced as something inside me tore.
“You okay?”
I fought back tears at the stinging pain. It had hurt. But that was normal, right?
And the pain was already fading.
“Yes,” I said, wishing he would kiss me again. I felt so exposed and embarrassed by the tears stinging my eyes. He dipped his head and did just that. Almost as if he heard my thoughts. As if he knew what I needed before I did.
Our tongues tangled, and I felt him swell inside me. Somehow, he had gotten even larger. I’d never felt anything like it. It was so much pressure that it was almost painful, but other than the faint sting where he’d torn me, it didn’t actually hurt. It was as if I’d grown a thousand magically sensitive nerve endings.
I rocked my hips experimentally, and he cursed, lifting his head to stare down at me.
“Don’t move. I am trying not to hurt you, Evie.”
“I want to.”
“You want to what?” he murmured against my ear.
“I want to move,” I said in a soft, unrecognizably breathy voice.
He groaned and buried his face in my neck. His shoulders were shaking. It took a moment before I realized he was laughing.
“You are going to be the death of me,” he said against my neck, sending fresh tingles cascading through my upper body. “Go ahead and move, sweetheart.”
I gasped for air and let my hips move experimentally. The tingling intensified. Yeah, I was pretty much tingling everywhere. Even my legs were tingling from the feeling of his hot, smooth skin and the soft body hair that covered him.
Even his chest hair was turning me on.
Just go with it, Evie. Embrace it. Take what good you can out of life.
Because you never know how long it will last, a sneaky little voice inside me added.
I wasn’t going to think like that. Not today. It was my wedding day.
And my husband was making love to me.
I shifted restlessly beneath him and he growled.
“I can’t hold on . . .” he breathed against me. “I’m so sorry, Evie.”
Everything changed. His hands moved over me restlessly, touching and molding me, trying to be everywhere at once. Until one hand reached my hips and latched on. The other hand grabbed my wrists and held them over my head. He hissed in pleasure as he started to move his hips with a relentless rhythm, slowly but steadily working his thick cock in and out of my quivering flesh.
“Oh, Christ,” he moaned. “How can you feel this good?”
I whimpered wordlessly, also wondering the same thing. If this was what sex felt like, no wonder people were doing it all the time.
I’d been missing out, apparently. Big time.
But I had a feeling that this was all Tony. That sex with anyone else would have been lackluster, anyway. That he was the one making this off the charts.
That it was us.
It wasn’t just me. I knew it. Antonio was feeling the same thing I was. The same wonder. The man driving himself into me like an unstoppable train was barely holding onto control.
“Fuck,” he growled. “Goddammit, Evie.”
With my hands over my head and his thick thighs holding my legs open, I was helpless beneath him. I couldn’t stop the orgasm when it came. I couldn’t even slow it down.
“Ah, ah, ah, ahh,” I cried out, unable to stop myself. I literally sounded like they did in the movies. I sounded like Meg Ryan in the diner, proving a point to Billy Crystal.
But there was no faking this. My whole world shattered into a million pieces. As I felt myself slowly reforming, I realized that everything was different. The world had changed. Gravity itself had shifted. Tony was the center of my universe now.
And he always would be.
Chapter 37
Antonio
“Goddamn, yes, that’s good, sweetheart.”
I wasn’t making any fucking sense, but it didn’t matter. I couldn’t shut up. I was one big nerve ending, from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. Especially the soles of my feet, for some crazy reason. I was one big cock.
And I was rubbing myself all over the girl who’d had me tied up in knots since the moment I met her.
“I’m not gonna . . . Christ,” I muttered, realizing I wasn’t going to last. But the day was early. We had half a day left of light before it even got dark. I wasn’t sure how much fucking I could do with Evie before she got too sore, but there were lots of other creative ways to pass the time.