I’m a traditional man at heart, he’d said on the beach, and so he was. “OfcourseI like it,” I said.
“Good, because I’m going to put some in the tub for you, too.” He nodded toward the bathroom that adjoined our bedroom.
“I’m…having a bath?” Usually I just took a quick shower as part of my prep.
“You are. I want you completely relaxed tonight.”
I raised one suggestive eyebrow. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yes. I won’t be letting you sleep for a long, long time. I want tonight to be memorable for you.”
Laughing, I said, “You just proposed to me on the beach at sunset. It’s already fucking memorable.”
With a pleased smile, Angelo pulled me to him and kissed me. He kissed as superbly as he did everything else in life, and while I might have been the more sexually adventurous one between us, it was Angelo who had taught me how to kiss. How toreallykiss, how to make it into much more than just a wet sucking prelude to sex, how to tease him and promise him and beg him with my tongue.
As with everything else he taught me, I’d been an avid student.
In the tub he sat naked on the side and washed me down with close personal attention, making me sit back and enjoy it. “Who are we inviting to the wedding?” I asked, as Angelo trailed the warm, wet cloth over the broad plane of my chest.
“I wasn’t kidding out there on the beach,” he said, and then raised his eyes to look straight at me. “Iwasthinking Vegas. Just the two of us, and whatever witnesses we need, we can find at the wedding chapel.”
I liked that idea a lot more than the whole Morelli Family rocking up. Sonny Vegas would appreciate the pared-down version more if we were getting married in his city, too. But I also knew Luca D’Amato—allthe Morellis—were important to Angelo. They were his Family, after all.
And that made themmyin-laws.
“You should have your Family there,” I said softly.
Angelo reached out to brush my face with an affectionate, wet finger. “Iwillhave my family there.” He gave a half-smile. “Don’t get me wrong. We’ll commemorate the occasion with the Morellis at some point. I don’t think Luca could persuade Finchnotto throw a party over something like this, even if he has to come all the way to San Diego to do it. But for the wedding itself, I’d like it to be just the two of us—if that’s alright with you.”
I reached up to take his hand, my eyes stinging suddenly. I was thankful that my face was already wet from the bathwater, because I didn’t want to ruin the mood. But I’d seen, suddenly, what Angelo was trying to do…what he’d been doing all night.
Myfamily was gone.
Angelo, the traditionalist, couldn’t seek my parents’ permission to ask me to marry him. But he’d checked in with me first, made sure I thought they would be happy about our relationship.
My family wouldn’t be there at our wedding. Inviting scores of Morellis would only underline their absence.
“I’d like that,” I told him, my voice wavering. “Yeah. Just the two of us.”
Angelo leaned in to kiss me again—but this was a different kiss. Soft and tender but with no less promise than usual. “I’ll let you finish up in here,” he said afterward, rising to his feet, his thick cock bobbing temptingly close to my face. “Meet me in bed when you’re ready, Babyface. Big night ahead of us.”
He wasn’t kidding. He allowed me my first orgasm only minutes after I joined him in the petal-strewn bed, and then a half-hour later, sucked another out of me with his mouth. I tried to return the favor, but he pushed my hand away gently. Instead, we rested, stretched out and pressed together, his cock warm and leaking between us, our fingers tracing over each other.
We kissed in all the ways Angelo had shown me how to kiss: from the deep and dark to the sweet and light. And then, when he judged I’d recovered enough, Angelo started to work me hard again with one hand and reached for the lube with the other.
“I don’t think I can come again,” I half-groaned in protest.
“Oh, yes you can. You’re in the prime of life, kid, and I’m going to get another one out of you even if it takes all night.” He looked down at my dick in his hand, which had twitched courageously at his words. “See? There’s life there.”
He spent more time than strictly necessary playing with my hole, opening up my ass, but by the time he slid on top of me, my dick was hard and pulsing. He pulled my legs up so I could wrap them around his waist, and then he did exactly what he’d said he was going to do: fucked me slow and steady, nailing my prostate on each stroke, until I reached for my cock instinctively.
“Let me,” he murmured, and took over for me without a moment’s hesitation in the rhythm of his fucking.
I rocked my hips up to get him deeper inside me, thinking I’d have to work hard to reach a third peak. My balls felt tight as hell, throbbing almost painfully, but it all became much easier when Angelo leaned down to whisper in my ear.
“You love that, don’t you? Love feeling me deep inside you like this. Come on, come for me, you’re almost there—”
And then Iwasthere, my whole body convulsing with the effort of it, an orgasm that was more a release of tension than a pleasure, and I almost sobbed through it. Angelo’s dark eyes took in every contortion of my face until I collapsed back on the pillows, cursing under my breath.
