Our fingers tangle together, and my brain snags on a memory. “Damn it, I forgot to look inside our rings.”
“The rings you came all over?”
That goddamned gigglesnort escapes my lips, but knowing he loves it so much makes it less embarrassing. “Yes. Those rings.”
“They say the same thing my chest does.”
“You had ‘I fucking love you’ engraved inside our wedding rings?”
“Yep.”
I let out another happy hum. He so gets me. “That’s pretty perfect.”
“I thought so.” He kisses the shell of my ear. If I relax any more, I’ll melt right into him. We drink our champagne and soak until the water turns cool, then fall asleep wrapped up together in bed.
I wake up with my arms and legs tangled with Luca’s. I’m never awake before he is, so I just stare at him for a while. He’s so fucking handsome, so fucking sweet to me. Leaning forward, I start kissing his chest. He stirs as I make my way down his body and groans when I get to his cock. I lick his shaft, twirl my tongue over his head, then take him in my mouth. His hands tangle in my hair as he pumps his hips until he comes down my throat with a roar.
“Well, that’s my new favorite way to wake up,” he says, his eyes shining with wonder. He pulls me up until my knees are on either side of his head. “Sit on my face, baby.”
I’ve never hated my curves, but before Luca, I just acceptedthem. The way Luca loves them has made me love them, too. But not as a murder weapon. “I’ll smother you!”
“What? No, you won’t. Sit.”
“Carrying me around is one thing, but this isn’t a good idea.” I shift my weight to climb off him, but he grabs my hips and holds me in place. I look down at him, his face between my knees. Determined blue eyes hold mine, and the intense look he gives me sends a rush of desire straight to my core.
“Since I was in charge last night, I was going to let you have a turn next, but now you’ll have to wait. You are my own personal goddess, and I will worship you every day for the rest of my life. And if I die first, I’ll haunt your ass so I can keep worshiping you forever.”
“I do love a good paranormal romance,” I tease.
“You were made for me, Minx. Same way I was made for you.” His grip on my hips tightens, and there’s fire in his eyes. “Now put your hands on the goddamn headboard and fuck my face.”
Not one to back down from a challenge, I grab on and drop my hips. Then his tongue is deep in my pussy, and I’m moaning his name. He holds me there, his fingertips digging into my flesh in the bruising way that drives me wild, fucking me with his tongue and sucking my clit as I ride his face shamelessly. When I shatter, I feel like I’m made of stardust, floating in the air.
Crashing onto the mattress beside him, I roll onto my back. “Holy shit,” I gasp, breathing rapidly. There should be posters or something on the ceiling, with as much as I stare at it post orgasm.
Luca shifts until he’s above me and slams his mouth into mine. I love when he tastes like me.
He pulls back slightly. “You’re my fucking queen, Ari. And my face is your throne. Don’t ever be afraid to sit on it.”
Incapable of words, I simply nod.
“Good girl.”
Shit, why does that always send a needy shiver throughout my body?
“Eating your pussy made me hard as hell again. So now I’m going to fuck you slowly. Make you feel every bit of me every time I thrust into you.”
“You’re a lot bossier now that we’re married.” I don’t think I’m complaining. Just stating a fact.
“You can take control any time you want to, baby,” he groans as he enters me at almost a leisurely pace. His hands pin my hips to the bed, keeping them from bucking.
On the third slow thrust, he breaks. “Fuuuuuuuck,” he grits out just before snapping his hips and pounding me into the mattress.
“As much as I would love to spend all day in bed, I also know better than to neglect to feed you or let you go without coffee.”
“You’re a smart man, Luca DeVille.” I grin and stretch like a cat before crawling out of bed. “ElastiCunt needs nourishment.”
I immediately pour a cup of coffee when we get to the kitchen, then poke around in the fridge.
