I moaned so loud, he did it again.
This sent me into overdrive. I leaned down and brushed my mouth against his, swirling my tongue over his lips. He bit the tip of it tenderly, then our tongues started to swirl in midair, as his hands came up and cupped my breasts. His thumbs teased my hardened nipples, and I gasped in his mouth, pushing them closer to his touch. His fingers were calloused and felt so, so, so good against the sensitive peaks.
He thrust his hips up and I bounced over his cock, gasping for air again. He had jolted that spot deep inside of me that he had discovered. It sent a sharp rush of pleasure through me, so sharp, and so delicious, I could not even comprehend the noise that tore out of my chest. It was animalistic but breathy.
He squeezed my ass and, lifting me up, began to pound into me. His eyes were fixed on my jiggling breasts, and he licked his lips, while I screamed out in pleasure. The intense pressure wasbuilding inside of me, though I could temper it down longer than the first couple of times.
It felt so good.
So, so, so good.
I did not know what to do with myself.
I wanted to feel my orgasm rip through me.
I wanted to hold on to the feeling for as long as possible.
I wanted him inside of me from all angles, although he felt as if he was in my bloodstream. Rushing through it, racing through it, going straight for my heart and between my thighs at the same time.
“Fuck!” he snapped. “You feel so good. So fucking good.” His hands tightened around my hips, and when he lifted, pounding into me, I could not hold on any longer.
I shattered around his cock. At the same time, he growled as he spilled himself inside of me again. I could not keep myself upright. Mariano flung the hat off, and I fell against his chest, our hearts pounding against each other’s. I did not even bother to remove the boots. My legs were as solid as overcooked pasta.
He kissed the top of my head, holding his arms over my back. I shivered when his fingertips traced delicate patterns along my skin. The world, again, seemed to be invading our private space, but it seemed quieter than it did when we were being loud. It was as if our existence shrunk to fit those moments. When they were over, the world opened, and in the silence, a pin drop could be heard.
I sighed and kissed the spot over his heart.
He growled low in his throat and pulled me even closer. So close, I felt as if I could not breathe. Not even a breath later, he hauled us both up. He slipped the flannel over my arms and got to his feet, carrying me out of the bedroom and onto the porch. He sat me down on the old rocking chair and stood before me.
A chilled wind blew, carrying the scent of fall, and my hair invaded my face. Mariano moved it before I could, his hand much warmer than mine. I wrapped the flannel around me tighter, and my eyes found his.
He nodded, as if to say,Yes, this is exactly what I want.Eye contact.
He cleared his throat. “We’re getting married.”
“Ah.” I took a deep breath. “Yes.”
“Yes.”
I nodded. “Yes.”
He grinned at me. “Tomorrow.”
“Ah,” I breathed out again. “Tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Tomorrow. If I’m not able to call you my wife, I’ll die. My heart can’t fucking take it. It knows who you are to me, Sistine Evita. It whispered three words to me the moment I found you.Sistine Evita Fausti.The end of my life as I knew it. The beginning of one I could’ve never imagined would belong to me. The beginning of always. I can’t breathe without you. I can’t live without you. You are the only way I know. You will be my wife tomorrow.”
I set my boots on the old wood and pushed the chair. It creaked some. I was moved by his impassioned speech, but a fear constantly ate at me from a numb distance. Once back in Italy, it would not be in the distance but would become our reality. I had to ask. “The law?”
He waved his hand, as if this was no matter. “Allow me to deal with that,” he said in Italian.
“It is that easy?” I whispered.
“Trust me.” He held out his hand to me.
I gazed at it. The callouses. The uneven nails. The man’s hands who had just made love to me for hours. The sun was beginning to soften the darkness, and a new day was upon us.
I shook my head. “Not tomorrow.”
