CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
With this Ring
Reese
I thought Nico was going to take me home and make love to me last night. That never happened. Now the house is buzzing with my friends. Brad is really going all out for this. We have been pampered all morning.
I really didn’t expect us all to get the full treatment, but I am not complaining. I needed this. If I can’t have sex, I need some type of release. The massage and facial were just what the doctor ordered.
Evening has fallen and the wedding is nearing. We are all receiving finishing touches to our makeup, when my mother stands and comes over to me. I was a little surprised when Tam asked my mom to join us. I mean she’s not a part of the wedding party.
“You look gorgeous, honey,” My mother says with tears in her eyes.
I turn to her and smile. “Come on mom, no tears. It’s not even my day,” I laugh.
“Well,” Tam whines as she walks over with a garment bag. “See what had happened was… Nico, see he is sort of my boy now and he asked me to get you ready for your wedding without you knowing until it was time for you to get dressed. So….yeah, this is your dress that I flew in from New York with me, mind you. So you can’t be mad at me.”
I sit and look at Tam like she is stupid for several minutes. “What heifer,” I finally say.
“Reese,” my mother laughs. “We are all here for your wedding. Nico waited until all of your friends and family were free to fly in so that everyone would be here. So come on child get your butt in that dress. You are smaller in some places so we may have to do some tacking. So come on.”
Alee pulls me from my seat as I sit in shock. Stacey and Tam start to unzip the garment bag. When I see the dress I fell in love with the day I bought it, I burst into tears.
“Oh no,” Alee whines. “You’re going to ruin your makeup. You look amazing girl, pull it together.”
I nod my head and try to dry up my tears. It all makes sense now. I wanted the stylist to just pull my hair back into a bun, but Alee and Tam insisted I go with something else. The stylist rodded my hair and now the front is pulled back off my face and the rest is resting against my shoulders in tight curls.
Everyone works to help me into my gown. My mother works her magic and the gown fits perfectly with me only having to take it off once. The vintage lace gown covered in crystals was a treat to myself, and I am happy for it, as I look in the mirror.
It fits better now than it did when I bought it. I wave my hands at my face as I feel myself tearing up again. I have been through so much with Nico. I mean this is the man that sat on the bathroom floor and cried with me that lost time we lost a child. The same man that looked at me like I could hang the moon after I gave birth to our two children.
“I didn’t think I could love him anymore,” I think out loud.
“Me either,” Tam and Alee sing in unison.
We all burst into laughter. Donatella strolls into the room with a smile on her face. When her eyes land on me in my gown, I see them tear up.
“Oh, Bella, my son is going to lose his thoughts. You are so beautiful. All of my babies are grown and married now. I feel …old,” Donatella frowns.
I throw my head back and laugh. Nico and his siblings must get their youthful looks from their mother. She still looks great.
“Well, you look great,” Alee speaks my thoughts.
Donatella waves her off. “Come,” she waves her hands at me. “Let’s not keep Nicoli waiting a second more. He has wanted this day from the day he first saw you, yes.”
I nod my head and smile. I’m getting married. I still can’t believe it.
~B~
Nico
My heart stopped the moment she came into view. That dress, I am so happy I had Tam go the apartment for it. I never thought Reese could be any more beautiful, but once again she has proved me wrong.
I wouldn’t change a thing about today. My mother was able to replicate the wedding Reese had been planning before she disappeared. From the sparkle in Reese’s eyes I know we got it right. We used Uri’s home and transformed it into the perfect wedding location.
For me, it was an overwhelming feeling to know this was once my grandparents’ home, my father had once been a boy here. It was like having them here, having their blessing.
It has been a long time coming, but I am finally a married man. Reese is finally, Mrs. Reese Donati. I just think of the broken man I once was and how she came into my life and breathed into me.
Our first kiss as man and wife was like that time all over again. I felt the moment Reese breathed into my soul. I became whole today. I became complete.
“Nico,” Reese moans as I kiss her from behind. My arms are locked around her waist as I kiss her lips first gently, then I kiss her deeply.
“In time, Cara mia, I will make love to you until we are both too weak to continue,” I groan against her lips.
“Please,” She moans.
I release the zipper on the side of her gown, before using my face to nudge one side from her shoulder as I create a trail of kisses on her smooth brown skin. I’ve waited all night to get her out of this dress.
Reese turns in my arms and wraps her arms around my neck trying to get closer to me, I know just how she feels, but I want this night to be perfect. I pull away and Reese whimpers.
“Patience, Cara mia, patience,” I say and kiss the tip of her nose.
I release my tie and shrug off my tuxedo jacket. I move to get the remote to turn the stereo on in the room. I smile at Reese when she giggles at the song that fills the air. Like I’m Gonna Lose You, By Meghan Trainor and John Legend.
Reese is just beautiful as she stands there holding up her gown against her chest and she sways to the song. I release my cufflinks and the top few buttons of my shirt as I make it over to her. When I’m standing before her I reach to remove the other side of her dress from her shoulder.
The heavy, elegant dress makes a whooshing sound as it drops to the floor. I take Reese’s hand and lead her to step over the dress and into my arms. I pull her into me and start to sway her in my arms, one hand cupped in mine as my other hand rests on the small of her back. Reese’s small hand rests on my chest as she looks up at me lovingly.
I start to sing John Legend part of the song when his voice comes in. Reese’s eyes tear up and I kiss away the one tear that slips free. Her hand moves up to caress my jaw. Reese mouths, I love you.
I lean in and capture her lips. “Not as much as I love you,” I murmur against her warm mouth. We continue to dance as I devour her mouth in a slow sensual kiss. It is just us, our love, and our future ahead of us. I’m taking my time on purpose. The best things come to those that wait and this woman taught me that.
Reese draws her hand from my face down to my chest. I move my lips to her neck and caress her delicate skin with my lips. It feels amazing, having her in my arms, knowing she is finally my wife. Her hand slips free from mine as she begins to free the buttons to my shirt.
I reach around her to unclasp her bra. I drop it to the floor and run my hands down her back. Her skin feels extra silky and smooth. I nip her shoulder wanting a taste of her.
I dance us towards the bed as Reese peels my shirt from my shoulders. I kiss her lips once again, lovingly. Once the backs of Reese’s legs meet the bed, I reach to peel her panties down. I lift to my full height again and Reese releases my belt. I caress her cheek as she frees me from my pants, letting them drop to the floor.
I lift my wife into my arms and her legs wrap around my waist. I climb onto the bed, placing her in the center of it. I then move back down her body placing soft kisses to her warm chocolate skin. God, I love this woman.
I lick my lips when I find her wet center. I can smell her sweet scent already and it is maddening. I flick my tongue out, taking my first taste in almost a year. I groan and shut my eyes. I won’t rush this. I have to keep reminding myself, but this is Reese. Someone help me.
~B~
Reese
“Oh,” I moan.
This is the first time Nico has gone down on me since the night before I left. I nearly convulse out of my skin with one single lick. I can’t stop the tears that are running into my ears. I almost lost it all, but here I lie, with my husband, my Nico.
I will never take this man for granted again. Maybe I should have trusted him to see the journey through with me. I will probably never know if I really did the right thing. I am just grateful to have him here with me now.
Nico eats from my sex like it is a precious gift to feast on. My fingers find their way into his hair as I arch off the bed calling his name. Those blue eyes flicker up at me and I can see his love for me embedded within them.
I come apart at the sight. Nico crawls slowly up my body. He licks his full lips in the sexiest way. His right arm hooks under my leg and lifts it around his waist. He hovers above me and looks me deeply in the eyes.
“You’re finally mine forever, nulla può impedirti di me, nemmeno la morte,” with those words he slides slowly into me.
I cling to his shoulders and sigh in contentment as a moan escapes my lips. Nico reaches for my hands and locks our fingers together. He lifts them over our heads and begins to move in and out of me slowly.
My mouth falls open in a silent moan. It has been so long and he is so hard, but it feels amazing. I wrap my legs tightly around his back. Nico tilts his head and crushes his lips to mine.
It feels like he is telling me all he feels in his kiss. He groans long and deep into my mouth and I feel it all over, goose bumps rise on my skin and my fingers tighten on his. I throw my head back and arch into him.
“Reese,” Nico growls and shifts his hips. He quickens the pace as he drives in from a new angle. “So good, so tight. I’ve waited so long to feel you again. Sorprendente, perfetto, fanculo!”
“Nico, please,” I breathe.
“Cosa vuoi? Vuoi che ti scoparti? È quello che ti serve?”
“Yes, Nico, I need you to fuck me. Hard, please,” I cry out.
Nico growls and drags his hands down my sides. He grabs my waist and lifts my hips. All sweet love making is forgotten. Nico starts to rock my world with hard punishing strokes that feel out of this world. The longer, harder and deeper he strokes that wetter I become and my orgasm is just in reach. It is the next words that float from Nico’s mouth that send me over.
“My wife, my beautiful wife, my greatest treasure, come with me,” Nico rasps out in Italian.
“I love you, Nico, my husband,” I reply as bliss consumes me.