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“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.” The crowd in the church cheers and laughs, clapping, as Antonio lifts me into his arms and kisses me passionately, holding me close, not letting me go until he has had his taste of my lips.
Then we walk out of the church, hand in hand, as rose petals fall around us, and everyone tells us how beautiful we look together.
At the reception, after the most beautiful speeches, and a lot of love is shared, Antonio leads me to the dance floor for our first dance as husband and wife.
I can barely hold back my tears of happiness when the music drifts through the air, and the lights turn low, with a soft spotlight on us.
Perfect, by Ed Sheeran. Antonio chose it, and the words make me smile. It will forever hold a special place in my heart.
When I look up at Antonio, his eyes are intense, dark with emotion, as he stares down at me.
“My wife,” he whispers, and I feel as though we are alone in the room.
“My husband,” I whisper back, then lean my head against his chest.
After we have danced, my father steps forward to steal me away for our dance, and I am lost in thought about how lucky I am to go from having almost no family to having two families. His and mine come together in circumstances we could not have predicted.
After a long, happy night, Antonio leads me into the honeymoon suite of our hotel room, his eyes drifting over my body as he pulls me toward the bedroom.
“Little bird, I have waited all night to make love to you.”
I slip the sleeves of my dress off, one by one, as he pulls his back suit off, piece by piece.
My eyes drift over his muscular chest, the ridges and dips in his toned stomach, and the size of his rock-hard cock, pressing against his pants.
As I step out of the dress, letting it fall to the surrounding floor, he tosses his pants aside.
“Mm,” he huffs, taking in the sight of me in white lingerie. “Fuck,” he snarls. “I want to tear you apart.”
I move to unclip the corset, and he stops me. “Leave it on.”
He lifts me, carrying me to the bed and laying me down on it. He leans over me, grabbing my legs and pulling them apart as he grins, licking his lips. He pulls the thin lace fabric of my panties aside.
Then his tongue is on my pussy, and heat is rushing through me. He flicks his tongue over me and slides it down, dipping it inside me.
I squirm and moan, wanting more.
He holds my ass cheeks in his hands, lifting me toward his mouth, fucking me with his tongue as I grip the bedsheets.
Then he drops my hips onto the bed, grabbing my panties in his hands. He tears the fabric open.
He crawls over me, his arms flexing as they press into the bed above my head.
“If only I had my knife, I could paint that white lingerie red, as though it was our first time together,” he grins and runs his tongue over my neck.
I rock my hips up toward his cock. It is throbbing and massive, and I want to feel it inside me.
“Are you ready for me, little bird?”
I nod, biting my lower lip.
He presses his cock against my pussy, and then slowly, he thrusts into me. Inch by inch, he fills me up and spreads my pussy wide open. A heavy, deep breath of pleasure escapes my mouth.
The air between us is charged with need and lust.
He thrusts, rocking hard against me, his cock slamming into me.
With each jolt of my body, I cry out, and my fingers dig into his shoulders.
