back.
I can feel myself falling over the edge.
My body grips his.
He continues to move inside me, thrusting a few more times before he groans out his own release.
We are both panting heavily as we come down from our own highs.
A few minutes pass before I realize what we just did.
Now what happens?
Yes, obviously we are married, but did that just change everything?
“What are you thinking about?” He lifts his head out of the crook of my neck and looks down at me.
There is a line forming between his brows.
“Nothing,” I lie.
He moves to get off me, and I instantly want to pull him closer. I’m not ready for this to be over. When he stands, he walks a few steps to pick up my clothes.
I feel weird and awkward as I place my shirt on.
What does one say to their husband after what we just did, when they barely know them?
It feels like the end of a one-night stand.
Do I just get dressed and go home or, in this case, go to my room?
Once I’m fully dressed, I look at him as he places his own clothes on.
He really is the most stunning man I have ever seen.
I take a deep breath, and when he looks over at me, I speak.
“I’m going to—”
“Like hell you are.” He walks over to me, more like stalks, and then before I can ask what he means, he’s lifting me bridal style in his arms.
I gasp at the movement. “What are you doing?”
“Something I should have done the day we got married.”
He starts to walk toward the door, and then we are in the hallway, making our way to the stairs.
“And what is that?”
“Carry you over the threshold.”
I’m shocked when he moves toward the stairs and starts to ascend.
He carries me like I’m a bag of feathers, and to him, I probably am. Once we reach the top of the stairs, he heads in the direction of his bedroom.
I don’t say anything. I pretend as though I’ve never been here before. He knows I have, and I know I have, but at least this way, I can keep a little of my own dignity intact.
When he opens the door, I think he’s going to leave me on the bed, but instead, he walks us into the bathroom. My gaze finds the shower. The elusive shower that once ran blood clean. Now, today, the marble is pristine.
He’s still holding me in his arms when he turns the water on, and then he sets me down on my feet. I’m a little stunned by everything, but I’m even more stunned when he lifts my shirt above my head, removes my bra, and then bends down in front of me to remove my pants.
It feels like only a moment ago when we did this. The lights are still off in the estate; the candles flickering around us. Someone from his staff must have lit them.
He takes my hand, and with the other, he opens the door to the shower, and he leads me in.
I’ve never showered with a man before.
I find that he’s staring at me with a look of confusion on his face.
“What?” I ask him as he pulls me under the warm water. It cascades down like rainfall.
“You’re blushing.”
“I’m not.” But my high and nervous pitch gives me away.
“Have you never showered with someone before?”
“No,” I squeak.
A sensual smile spreads across his face. He’s the cat who ate the canary over there.
“What?”
“Wait and see.”
The next thing I know, Matteo is dropping to his knees in front of me.
“What are you doing?”
Matteo’s strong hands spread my legs apart, and then he grins up at me like a Cheshire cat.
“I want to taste you, Wifey.”
“I-I…” It’s hard to find words the closer he gets to my bare skin. I’m standing, spread open before him. I’ve never been looked at like this.
Yes. I’ve had sex before Matteo, but this is different.
It’s decadent.
My legs start to shake with anticipation for the promise of what is to come.
With one hand, he steadies my trembling limbs, and with the other, he opens me for his assault.
Then he leans in and swipes his tongue against my needy body.
His mouth latches on to me as if I’m a banquet ready for him to feast on.
Even with his hand trying to keep me steady, my body shakes against him.
“I could do this all day.” His mouth vibrates around me as he speaks. He continues to suck me into his mouth, the pressure building with