“Thesurpriseof our elopement, they’ll support you. You’re close, you three, aye?”
“Yes, but this is…” She rubs her forehead. I’m thinking my pretty bride spikes a headache whenever things do not go according to plan.
She’s curled up on the bed and I lean over her, bracing my hands on either side of her head. “You lead the family and you know it. Tell them our match is a good one and they’ll accept it.”
“Getting married at gunpoint isn’t good!” Aria snaps back.
“Are ya’ really gonna hold that against me forever?” I say, disappointed in her. She should be moving on to interesting, new insults and outrages. I’m going to be giving her plenty, just to keep her busy.
“It’s fresh in my mind,” she says incredulously. “It was last night, remember?”
“Lass, you’re wound tighter than a Victorian corset. What you need…” I slide down her chest, keeping my gaze on hers. “Is somethin’ to distract you.”
Comprehension dawns and her eyes open cartoonishly wide as my new bride attempts to weasel out from under me.
“Hold off baby, you’re not gettin’ away from this.” Sliding my arms under her knees, I spread them wider. The smooth skin of her pale thighs makes me groan.
“I’m fine, I’m fine!” she babbles, “Hangover gone!”
Leaning closer, I breathe in her scent, growling with pleasure. “You smell like honey.” She stiffens as I rub my nose against her clit, “You smell like mine.” Two brisk yanks and her flimsy silk panties are ripped off and in the pocket of my jeans.
Her hips jerk up and I tighten my grip, keeping her pinned to the mattress. “Put your hands under the pillow. Don’t move them again.” I pinch her clit and she nearly heaves me off the bed. “Relax. Let me make you feel good.” Gently nipping one lip and then the other, I run the tip of my tongue down her wet center and drive it inside her.
“Oh! That’s…”
I pause for a moment, but apparently, speech has deserted my sweet bride, so I place my mouth over her mound, giving her a filthy, long kiss, using my tongue and teeth to make her yelp, soften into a moan, then gasp and stiffen when I slide a finger inside her.
Feck, she’s tight. Is she one of those Mafia virgins? Curling my finger and stroking her slick, satiny walls, I find the perfect spot; the one that makes her moan and cry out, trying to close her legs against my head. Maybe another time I’ll let her strangle me with her silky thighs. Today, I want to see this sweet pussyspread wide for me. I keep licking and sucking as her cries rise in pitch.
My cock is hard enough to pound nails and I rub it against the mattress, trying to control myself as her pussy contracts, tightening against my finger.
“Come now,” I bite the thin skin of her inner thigh. “Come for me. I want to see how pretty you look. Soak my hand.” Fastening my lips around her clit, I hum greedily and she finds her voice again.
“You! God! So good. It’s…”
Watching Aria dissolve into an orgasm is a revelation.
Her pale skin flushes pink, rising from her chest to her neck and then the smooth slopes of her cheeks. Her lush mouth is open and she’s panting, tiny inhales and exhales of breath and I realize they’re in time to the movement of my finger thrusting inside her.
Gently petting her slick pussy, I wait for her to come back down from her high. She’s wearing a dreamy smile and I’m feelin’ that my job here is done.
Pulling her wrinkled dress back down over her hips, I help Aria sit up. She sees my expression and her brows draw together.
“Do you always pin unsuspecting women down like that?”
“Only the ones I marry,” I smile modestly.
Blowing out a deep breath, she picks up her phone with a shaking hand. “So, I should do this.”
“You’re relaxed now, aye? You’ll be fine. If I knew oral sex calmed you down like this, I would have eaten you out in the car before we got to the church last night.”
Too far? She grabs her phone and storms into the bathroom, slamming the door.
***
Aria…
Sitting on the granite counter in the bathroom, I try to think of how to approach this.
