Lorenzo

The smile on her face was radiant. She was so happy that she had tears in her eyes.

She never got to have that. She never got to go to the jewelry store with me and make a selection from a number of rings that she liked for me to come back and pay for later. She didn’t get to wear a diamond engagement ring. Shit, I never got to get one for her and see her face when she saw it. We didn’t get to do anything the traditional way, and I was mad about it. It wasn’t fair.

I wanted to give it to her if she wanted it. The whole deal. An engagement ring, an official proposal, and a wedding—one that she was able to have a say in. I’d fly another wedding dress in from Italy for her if she wanted it. I just wanted her to be happy that she was with me.

“Marry me, Isa,” I said.

“We’re already married,” she giggled.

“Really marry me. Marry me this time because you want to, not because you have to.”

She smiled down at me and nodded. I stood up and hugged her. She leaned up and kissed me, letting me into her mouth. I really had missed this. I wanted to show her how much. Those three days had been three days too long. Our kiss deepened, and I felt her running her hands over me. My hands traveled down her body and cupped her ass. I squeezed and pulled her harder into me.

“I missed touching you so much, babe,” I whispered. She wrapped her hands around my neck, and I scooped her into my arms. We went to the bed where I dropped her on her back. She sat up and immediately went for my pants, pulling the button open and wrestling down the zipper. I started unbuttoning my shirt as I watched her. I wanted this. It hadn’t been that long, but it had been long enough. I had spent enough nights trying to imagine her sucking me off. I was never leaving the house that long again. She peered up at me as she pulled my underwear aside to get at my cock.

It was as if it knew we were home, too, and had also missed her, standing at full attention. She smiled up at me, as she took it by the base and jerked it. Her hand was just too small to wrap around its entire girth. Precum leaked from the tip, which she licked off with the tip of her tongue before wrapping her lips around my fat mushroom tip. I groaned as she sucked and slowly—torturously—swallowed the rest of my length. She ran her lips slowly back down to the tip and let my cock pop out of her mouth.

“Lie back,” she said. I helped her pull my clothes the rest of the way off before lying back on the bed. My cock twitched with anticipation as she took her clothes off. She was so sexy. Every part of her was perfect—and she was all mine. I loved and hated her for making me wait. She crawled back onto the bed and settled between my legs.

She carefully sucked one of my balls into her mouth and bathed it with her tongue, sucking just hard enough with just the right pressure so it felt good and didn’t hurt. While she paid attention to the other she ran her hand up and down my length, giving a little extra love to the tip, just the way I liked it.

She ran her tongue along the underside of my penis before swallowing it down again, this time, the entire thing. Her throat felt amazing—and I had to commend her for not gagging. I grabbed a handful of her hair and used it to gently guide her up and down. I was definitely on my way. I didn’t want to come inside her mouth, so I eased her off of my dick and pulled her up.

“What do you want me to do?” she asked me.

“I want you to ride me,” I told her. I watched her straddle me and grind her pussy against my hard cock a few times so I could feel how wet she was. She used her hands to guide me into her entrance. As soon as she felt me pressed against her wetness, her eyes shut and her lips fell open. She gasped softly as she fed my cock into her. I wanted her on top for specifically that reason. I had a front row seat to the best show in the world. She was slick and tight and silky around me. The way she moved on top of me was so erotic. With her pussy choking me and the visual of her on top of me, I knew I was not going to be able to last long.

“Come here,” I told her. She leaned forward pressing her breasts onto my chest. She kissed me hungrily. I grabbed her ass and started jackhammering into her. She screamed, feeling me enter her from that angle. Her long hair fell down across my chest and the bed. I kept thrusting, as I felt her tighten around me and her body start to shake as she came. A couple more thrusts and I was there too, milking myself dry into her pussy. I kissed her before I let her roll off of me onto the bed. I pulled her onto my chest so she could rest her head there. I wanted to be touching her. She needed to know that I was serious. Nothing like that was ever going to happen again. I couldn’t allow something like that to even possibly come between us again.

I saw her staring at me from the corner of my eye, and she didn’t stop when I looked down at her.

“What’s the matter?”

“I love you,” she whispered.

“Good,” I said to her.

She laughed. “Really Lorenzo. I love you. You’re a good man, and I was wrong to think that you had anything to do with the pictures.”

“I’m sorry you had to see those. I’m not proud that they exist, especially since they made you so upset.”

“It’s all right. Under different circumstances, they might have been hot. You know. If it wasn’t you and Elissa.”

I looked down at her.

“Oh yeah? Did you touch yourself looking at those pictures while I was gone?”

“No. I could hardly stand to look at them. I might have been able to if I imagined us together like that.”

“Am I off the hook?” I asked carefully.

“It wasn’t your fault she sent them to me,” she said with a sigh. “I do have to say though, if I get another package like this from any one of your exes, this marriage is over,” she joked.

“There are no more. I swear. What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Your exes, should I be scared?”

“Nope. They should.”