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“Now? Now I’m yours!? What the hell have we been doing for three years?”

“Wifey, slow down. Give me a moment to love you.”

I grin and his tongue slides against mine in a new but familiar way. His hand splays on my back. He takes my hand in his and sways. I cuddle close and listen as we dance in the oncoming moonlight. I look up at him.

“What?” he asks.

I stare into his eyes as they almost twinkle at me. “I just never thought I’d be this happy. You’re not the other half of me. You could never be half of anything. You are my whole heart, Salvatore Pietro.”

“Backatcha, Gingersnap. Happy Wedding Day, mi Il fiore.”

He dips me again, kissing me slowly. Then he hikes me up and my legs wrap around him instinctually. We smash our mouths together, and I ride his growing member. The friction makes us both groan. “How about the grass this time?”

“Here?! I’m in a nice dress.” He sets me down, and his thumb rubbing my aroused nipple. He’s in my ear and his whisper gives me chills while pinching and caressing my breasts through two layers of fabric.

“Here. Now. Forever. I need to be inside you right now.” His other hand lifts my skirt, feeling his way up my thigh. I won’t be able to resist him. I kiss him with a fervor I didn’t know I had. My skin simultaneously is all goosebumps and fire. He moans into my mouth as he slips a finger under my thong. He finds me wet and waiting for him.

“Were you wet for our wedding?” I gasp as he takes the pad of his finger and pushes into me. Teasing but not thrusting.

“No. Happened after. Felt more respectful that way.” His chuckle fills my soul. He’s teasing me and I whine. “More.”

He nips my jaw, and I toss my head back. There’s a powerful tug, and he snatches the thong from my body. It flutters down my legs. He moves down my neck with his tongue and finally thrusts his finger into me. I gasp and try to ride his hand.

“Not like this. Not rushed or you facing away from me. I need to see you.” He kisses me softly. He pulls his hands away from me, removing his jacket and lays it down on a soft patch of grass between two rows of grapes. I pinch a leaf off and trace the ribs of a Syrah leaf. He unbuckles his black Italian leather shoulder holster and lays it to the side of his jacket. I’ve grown used to it and know exactly how to undress him when he’s wearing it.

Then he guides my arms up and removes my dress and bra. Then lays me down on his jacket. There’s such care and reverence looking back at me as I smile at my husband, filled with more emotion than I can handle. He removes his pants, no boxers as always, and slips his tie and his shirt up over his head. I watch as his impressive and gorgeous body almost glows as the moon rises. His dark chest hair can’t hide the sculpted pecs and pronounced abs. The hair leads down to his extremely hard dick. He strokes it and looks at me splayed out for him. He stops stroking himself to cover his heart.

“Ti amo.”

I sigh. “So very much, my husband.”

The weight of him on top of me calms me in a way nothing else ever will. He kisses me slowly, spreading my legs, and he settles between them. My hands trace patterns on his back in slow motion. The kiss in the moonlight seems to last longer than our actual ceremony. He grows harder between us, and then I buck my pelvis to break the spell a bit.

“My wife.” He kisses my forehead. Then sits up and spreads my legs wider, holding me open to him. Then he says it again in a growl, “My wife.”

He hooks his hands under my knees and pulls me to him. Forcing me to sit up.

“I need to see my wife’s tits bounce in this fucking heavenly light.” I lick my lips.

He lifts me up and places me on top of him. I put my hands on his chest and move over his impossibly hard cock. “Stop messing with me, Gingersnap.” He lifts his pelvis and I smile. I rise up on my knees and grip him. Guiding him inside of me. I sink down slowly as my body remembers how much the stretching leads to pleasure.

“Made for me. Made for my heart and my fat cock. You’re fucking perfect.” I sink down another delicious inch. Then I inhale and get myself fully seated. His eyes are dark and hooded. Then I see the look that would scare anyone else, but I know I’m in for a hell of a ride. Anyone who says being on top puts you in control has never fucked Sal Pietro. His hands move to my ass and he slams up into me. I hold on to his chest and feel so full. He’s so big like this. My nipples are so happy getting friction from his chest hair as he uses me the way I love.

It’s hard and fast fucking. Sweat forming on his brow. “Put your tits in my face and hold on.” His dick goes deeper, and I groan as his mouth wraps around my nipple. He grazes with his teeth, sucking until I feel it everywhere. It barrels down on me without warning. I scream his name.

“Fuck yes. Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Sal. I’m going to come.”

“Come a lot. You’re coming a lot tonight,” he says, pulling my nipple deep into his mouth as he fucks up into me and my clit keeps rubbing against his pubic bone. I shiver and shriek contracting around him and he never loses rhythm but groans as I hold him tighter. His grip on my ass strengthening. He slaps my ass cheek, bites down on my nipple and I go over the edge again. I writhe and scream as he slams me down on his dick.

“Just like that,” he says, “Fucking do it again and I’m going to come so goddamn hard.”

I’m a rag doll along for the ride. He shifts his angle, and he’s now hitting a different spot inside of me and I can’t hold on. I’m panting. Jesus. “Come again, I fucking dare you, Wifey.” He groans loudly and I know he’s close. I sit up a little to grind back down on him as he thrusts up, and that’s all it takes. I feel him twitch deep inside me, and he bellows out over the vines. “Fuck.” I tumble with him, a flood of nerve endings all firing at once.

He thrusts erratically as he finishes coming. He’s groaning and panting. I kind of black out for a second and know I’m falling onto his chest, but can’t stop it from happening. And then we hear it. A slow, loud bleat. Sal whips me off of him and puts me to the side. Then he’s on his feet, reaching for his gun, flipping the safety as he does. He’s naked and dripping with the two of us and pointing a Glock at one of the wooly weeders. Whose only response is to bleat again.

“What the fuck is a sheep doing here? And did that wooly bitch just perv on our wedding night sex?”

I can’t stop laughing. I’m doubled over as another bleat erupts from the other side of us. There’s four sheep in total.