Chapter 16

Everything I’ve ever dreamed about.

***Andy***

 

I can’t believe I’m standing here waiting in front of a window. I have been ever since Tarzan told me that Afon sent her a text, letting her know that he went out to get something…on his bike. A bike. Afon. A man I’ve only ever seen wearing slacks. Who knew the man even owned a bike? I surely didn’t. The girls all went home a few minutes ago so here I am, waiting. Would he be wearing jeans, or…holy shit. Leather. Just the sight of him on a bike, wearing leather, kicked my heart into a whole new rhythm.

Dammit. The garage is blocking my view, preventing me from gawking some more. I know he’s not coming out the way he got in because he can get inside the house from there. Turning away from the window, I make my way downstairs and lean against the wall, waiting for Afon to come through the door. His broad shoulders, shrugging out of his jacket, a white t-shirt that’s straining against his muscles…and those leather pants, knowing what’s hiding in there.

“If I knew my choice of clothes would ignite such a look on your face, I would have worn them sooner.” Afon chuckles as he steps toward me.

His fingers slide into my hair, guiding my head back before he slams his lips over mine. My hands fist his shirt to pull him closer, as if that’s even possible because he’s pressing his body to mine, caging it in with the wall against my back.

Afon groans into my mouth and nips my bottom lip. “I want to fuck you so damn bad.”

He rests his forehead against mine as I freeze at the sound of his words, again I wait for past memories to invade me. But they still don’t come, there’s nothing else except the throbbing between my legs, the longing for what it would be like…to take him inside my body.

“I want you, too,” I whisper on a breath.

“Fuck, anima mia.” His mouth trails kisses down my neck until he reaches my ear. “I can’t wait to slowly thrust into you, and I know it will be easy enough because you’ll be perfectly wet for me. But we can’t…because we’re going to wait…it’s just a few days till our wedding day, anima mia. We should hold out just a fucking bit longer. Give it more meaning, for the both of us.”

Dammit. Dammit to hell and back. My pussy was all pompoms, cheering in excitement to welcome his dick and now he wants to wait? And yet my heart skips a beat or two because he cares enough to do so.

His hand slides in between us, cupping my pussy. “Doesn’t mean I won’t lick you clean when I give that little nerve bomb a tongue lashing until you come all over my face.”

Aaaaaand the pussy cheerleading squad is back full force.

“I bought you something,” Afon whispers while he rubs the palm of his hand between my legs. “Something I want to see on your finger while you’re gripping my dick. Even better when your lips would be around the head, sucking me off.”

“Mmmmm, I would do that even if you didn’t give me anything.” I let my head drop to his shoulder. I’m so close, if only he would speed up, I need to come so bad. “I love the taste of you.” I groan when his hand leaves and he steps back.

He grabs a bag that’s next to his jacket, one I didn’t even notice he had when he came in…must have been busy ogling his shoulders.

“First this one. I had it made special for you. Your brother told me how you’re always hiding tiny throwing stars in your bra and knives strapped to your thighs underneath your dress when you’re out. But I’d like to give you something personal and yet it’s useful when you ever have the need and nothing’s close.” Afon hands me a black velvet case.

The moment I open it I’m stunned to silence. Taking out the silver pendant that’s on an elegant necklace, it’s breathtakingly beautiful.

“Here, let me,” Afon says, taking the necklace and stepping behind me, making fast work to put the necklace on me.

I take the pendant in hand, stroking over the ridges. It’s a leaf, beautifully shaped. When it’s lying across my fingers it’s covers about three of them.

“Slide it apart,” Afon croaks, watching me admire the pendant with keen interest.

My thumb brushes the pendant in two and my heart picks up speed. It’s a super sharp, tiny pocket knife. Closing it up I let it drop to my chest so I can hug my man while showering him with kisses. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I absolutely love it.”

His chuckle warms my heart. “Thought so. Now…do you want your engagement ring? I know it’s a little late but it’s also one I ordered special.”

He hands me a tiny velvet box but before I open it, he curses and tries to snatch it back. Oh, hell no. Quickly spinning around, I get a chance to peek inside before it’s snatched away from me.

“That’s your fucking wedding ring, I gave you the wrong one.” He’s still holding my wrist while he grumbles the words while shoving another tiny velvet box into my hands.

I glare at him. “For your information it’s not like the wedding dress you know…I could totally sneak a peek. And I did. Love the skull on either side and then the rock in the middle.”

I release a happy sigh but give my attention to the little box I’m opening now. “That’s…kinda freaky.” Glancing down at my wrist and back to the ring, a huge smile spreads my face. “Yet very fitting. Thank you.”

The corner of his mouth twitches when he releases the grip he had on my wrist. He did that on purpose. Showing me the reason behind the engagement ring. The ring is a hand so when it’s on, it will grip my finger. Like the hold Afon had on me when the contract was signed and although he did it for the both of us, then switching the wedding day into an engagement party. He’s most definitely it for me.

Afon takes the ring and my hand and slides it on. I stretch out my hand while my heart picks up speed at just the sight of the ring with so much meaning on my finger. I’ve never had the true dream a little girl has about a wedding. Italian women raised in mafia families don’t have that luxury. Then that stuff happened to me where I never thought I’d be able to withstand a man’s touch in a sexual way. And yet here I am, given everything I’ve ever dreamed about.

“And?” Afon clears his throat, swallowing emotions that are freely swirling in his eyes. “Like it?”

“I dunno,” I tell him honestly, confusion spreading his face. I tap my finger against my chin. “You said something about wanting to see it on my finger while I take you into my mouth?”

A growl rips from his throat before I’m thrown over his shoulder. He steps inside the living room and lets me slide down his body.

“Clothes off. I want you naked in front of me,” he says and unbuckles his belt before sitting down on the couch.

He watches me with such heat in his eyes but I’m pretty sure mine mirrors his. The way he’s gripping his dick, tugging it while I undress…I can feel the heat of his gaze stroking my skin.

My knees hit the soft carpet in front of the couch when I nestle myself between his spread thighs.

“Let me see that ring, anima mia. Wrap your delicate fingers around my aching dick, and your tongue, baby...I need it, can you see? I’m fucking boiling with the need to have your mouth on me. Taste me, Andy, lick it away. Now. Fuuuuck, yeah, like that. So fucking good. Ah, look at that. That’s...fuck.” His curses ebb away due to his head falling back on the couch while a low moan falls from his lips.

I stroke him slowly while tightening my grip. I’ve discovered that Afon loves it when my tongue plays at the spot underneath the head of his dick. And when I start to hollow my cheeks and bob my head? Yeah, he won’t last very long.

A little scream rips from my mouth after Afon’s dick falls out. I’m caught by such a surprise by Afon’s move when he propels forward, lifts me up and turns me upside down. I’m on my damn forearms, his dick in my face while I’m practically sitting on his face as his tongue slides through my pussy.

Oh.

My.

God.

My breasts are pressing against his shirt, the fabric rough while his muscular arms are holding me pinned in place. Balancing myself on his thighs using my forearms, I manage to fist his dick and get him back into my mouth. There’s a burning need to repay the pleasure he gives me.

Close to coming, I feel his arm tighten around me while his other hand slides down, digging his fingers in my hair. The tight grip guiding my head off and on his dick to take over the rhythm I can’t keep up because I’m overwhelmed with the orgasm his mouth gives me. I moan loud around his dick when I feel him harden even more before he empties himself. Swallowing greedily, I finally lap lazily around the head of his spent dick, making it twitch underneath my attention.

Afon groans and slides his fingers up and down my back. Gently he picks me up again as if I weigh nothing and spins me around so I’m now straddling him, our faces an inch apart.

“I knew it,” he tells me and brushes his lips against mine.

“What’s that?” I mumble and kiss him back, tasting myself on his tongue.

With two hands he guides my hair out of my face before holding me as he stares into my eyes. “That I picked the right ring and woman.”

“Is that so?” I’m going for sarcastic but for real, it comes out breathlessly.

His hips shift and it makes me gasp, the feel of him hardening against my pussy is making my heart beat out of control. I’m so slick from all the attention Afon gave me that I can feel the head of his dick making contact. All he has to do is push up to slide inside me, all I have to do is sit back...I could have sworn on my last breath in life that I’d never respond to a man like this.

Moving my hips, the head of his cock slides over my clit and hardens to steel between our bodies. I can’t help grinding myself against his dick. The feel of his hot, hard length rubbing my clit is building sparks in my veins that need to flame up into an inevitable explosion. I’m so, so close.

Afon’s fingers dig into my hips, helping me grind harder against him. He throws his head back and bellows my name when I feel hot pulses jet out between our bodies while my own orgasm hits.