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I shake my head. “No, thanks, once was enough. Besides, I saw you looking so handsome in this tux, and you got to see me in this dress, and I don’t think anything else will ever compare. Not to mention, the whole point of this was to be married, and a wedding is nothing more than a fancy party anyway.”
He chuckles. “On that we can agree,topolina,” he says, giving me a quick kiss before he pulls away. “Now, I know you love this dress, but I do not think that I’m going to be able to get you out of it easily.”
A moment of sadness fills me for the beauty of this dress being shredded, but practicality reminds me that it’s only fabric and not nearly as important as everything else going on. “It’s fine,” I assure him.
He nods and I let out a gasp when he grips it and pulls, tearing the fabric and sending buttons flying. Once it’s open enough to fall away from my body, I push it down and step out of it. When I turn, I see Nico watching me with burning eyes. I smile coyly as I step away from him and toward the shower. I feel his stare on my exposed cheeks as I lean in to turn on the water, before stepping back and turning to finish getting undressed, but I’m stopped when Nico shoves my hand away and then drops to his knees in front of me. “You’re not going to deny me the opportunity of unwrapping my wife,topolina,” he scolds me gently as he pushes me back against the glass wall of the shower. I gasp at the feel of the cool glass on my back, and then moan when he thrusts my legs further apart and presses his nose to my center, breathing me in. “Better hold on tight, wife,” he rasps, the rumbling vibrations of his voice against me making my stomach and thighs clench.
I barely have time to brace myself before he moves the front of my thong aside, spreads my lips, and puts his mouth on my clit. I cry out, and then a second cry follows right behind it when he suddenly thrusts two fingers inside me. My hands come up to clench in his hair desperately needing them to anchor myself. God, I love the things this man can do with his mouth.
He licks and sucks at me, sending me spiraling to the edge. And then he sends me right over when he curls his fingers and hits that spot inside me that has me screaming his name and coming all over his fingers and face. As soon as the orgasm hits me, he moves his mouth from my clit to my entrance and thrusts his tongue inside me as well as his fingers, drinking me down like a starving man.
I’m a quivering mess when he finally pulls away, and climbs to his feet. “Fuck, Gia, I want nothing more than to be gentle with you, but not this time,” he grits out as he stares down at me with feral eyes.
“I don’t want gentle,” I rasp. “We have the rest of our lives for that. Right now, I want you to fuck me, Nico.” I’m not sure where this bravery has come from, but I can’t take it back, and with the way his eyes flare, he’s perfectly fine with it.
“Get out of that thong, Gia,” he orders as he roughly starts to strip out of his tux. “And then get in that shower, climb up on the bench on all fours, and I want your ass facing me. Do you understand?” I nod hurried and quickly comply with what he’s asking.
I feel vulnerable as I get on all fours on the wide bench, ass pointed out wantonly, but at the same time, excitement makes my arousal spike. My clit throbs again, and out of desperation to get it to stop, I reach between my thighs, rubbing it. I moan at the sensation, and move my fingers faster.
“Naughty, little mouse,” Nico scolds as he steps into the shower. My hand stills, and my breath catches. “Touching what’s mine without permission?”
“I—” I let out a cry of pain and surprise when his hand comes down hard on my ass. “Nico,” I gasp out, looking over my shoulder at him. He looks practically feral, and my heart pounds wildly in my chest. A small trickle of trepidation slides into my gut, but also excitement.
His hand comes up to cup my pussy, and I cry out when his finger finds my clit and starts to rub it fast and hard. “This pretty little clit is mine, Gia,” he tells me silkily. “You don’t get to touch it unless I give you permission. Do you understand me, wife?” He punctuates that with a hard pinch to my clit, making me scream. The pain of it is swiftly followed by need, and I can feel the wetness dripping down my thighs. When I don’t answer him, he slaps the other cheek and orders, “Answer me, Gia. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Nico,” I choke out.
“Good girl,” he praises. “And just like this pretty clit, this hole is mine too,” he continues, moving his hand down to my entrance. He thrusts two fingers inside me, jolting me forward slightly before I can catch myself. “Mine to fuck, mine to tease, and mine to fill with whatever toy I feel you deserve,” he continues as he moves his fingers in and out of me with agonizingly slow strokes. Like he’s enjoying drawing out this torture. “Isn’t that right,topolina?” he purrs, using his thumb to rub at my aching clit.
“Yes, husband,” I reply cheekily, but I moan loudly when he rubs my clit a little harder and faster in response, making my orgasm rise swiftly again.
“Mmmmm, I love those words leaving those pretty lips. Say it again, Gia, and maybe I’ll let you come.” He moves his fingers harder and faster in time with his thumb, and it’s all I can do to not lose my mind.
“Yes…husband,” I croak out, desperately thrusting my hips back against his hand, trying to grab the orgasm that’s just out of reach.
“Good girl, wife,” he praises. “Now come,topolina. I want to feel it soaking my hand.” He stops rubbing my clit and instead pounds his fingers in and out of me, pausing only long enough to add a third finger, making me scream at the stretch and pressure. But it feels oh so good. “Fuck, Gia, you’re so pretty when you’re about to lose control,” he tells me. I’m wild as I move my, spreading my legs even wider so I can take him deeper. “That’s it,amore mio,” he coaxes. “Fuck that pussy on my fingers. Take what you need.”
I’m too far gone to really comprehend his words. I can only focus on the feel of his fingers, and the orgasm I’m racing toward. The noises coming out of my throat almost sound in-human, but I don’t care. I’m too far gone to care. Until finally, finally, my orgasm hits me and the wave of ecstasy washes over me. I scream his name, the sound bouncing off the walls of the shower, my fingers clawing at the bench.
“That’s it, Gia,” he praises gutturally as he continues to work my body with each thrust of his fingers. “Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come. Give it all to me, topolina. I have you.” I’m not sure how long the orgasm goes on for, but for me, time slows until finally, I’m spent and I let hang my head and try to catch my breath as it finally ebbs. Nico pulls his fingers out of me, and I moan. When I feel the head of his cock against my swollen entrance, I still and look at him over my shoulder. His face flush as he stares at the way my body parts to let him inside. Desire thrums again inside me, and another gush of arousal has him slipping inside of me easily. “Fuck, you’re so wet and perfect,” Nico groans between clenched teeth. He grips my hips. “Are you steady,topolina?” he asks me.
“Yes,” I breathe out. I brace my arms, and knees with the strength I have left. Anticipation thrums through me.
“Then hold on tight,amore mio, because I’m done waiting.”
A smile pulls at my lips as I stare at him. “Fuck me, husband,” I tell him. It seems to be all the permission he needs, because he wastes no time in starting a pounding rhythm.
My head turns and falls forward again as he fucks me. I can’t do anything but take it, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever felt. I’m completely at his mercy. He’s taking his pleasure, but at the same time, mine is rising with it. God, I can’t come again, can I?
Apparently I can, because it doesn’t take long before I’m coming again, and my cries and screams fill the shower. “Fuck yes, Gia,” he grunts as he lets go of my hips, puts his hands on either side of mine on the bench, puts one knee outside of mine, and pounds into my body like he’s trying to break me in half.
When he finally has his own orgasm, he snarls my name, and all I can do is hold still and try to catch my breath. Neither of us move for a long time, until finally he kisses my shoulder and tells me, “You’re going to be the death of me, wife.”
I give a husky laugh. “I think it’s the other way around, husband. I’m pretty sure I’m going to be walking funny for a few days.”
He chuckles, the sound masculine and smug. He pulls out of me slowly and gently, and then helps me stand on wobbly legs and pulls me in give me a kiss. “I plan on doing that as often as you’ll let me, Gia,” he tells me when he pulls away. Then he pulls me under the shower, making me laugh.
It’s a little while longer before we finally emerge from our suite, with me feeling content and happy. Though the events of not long ago hit me in full force when we step into the dining room and see everyone there waiting for us. I fight back a blush when I see the knowing smirks. Though I suppose with our hair still being damp, it’s not hard to figure out what we’ve been up to.
