74. Challenge accepted
Chapter 74
Challenge accepted
Luca
W e finally call it a night, and I carry her over the threshold of the backdoor as she giggles. Ariana starts up the stairs while I stop to grab a couple flutes of champagne so we can make our own toast.
I open our bedroom door and freeze. She’s still wearing her wedding dress. I specifically asked her to so I could strip her out of it. But she’s traded her dancing heels for the sexiest white stilettos I’ve ever seen.
“You’re leaving those on,” I tell her, closing the door behind me. Her smirk tells me that was her plan all along. I set the champagne glasses down and close the distance between us. My lips crash into hers as I dig my fingers into her hair. I’ve wanted my hands there all day long but didn’t want to fuck it up.
Now, I fully intend to fuck it up. Pins fly everywhere as locks of hair fall to frame her face. I turn her around and start working on the row of buttons down the back of her dress. There’s approximately seven thousand of them. I nip at her neck with my teeth, then kiss my way down her back as her skin is exposed. When I get to the last button, I help her step out of the dress before tossing it over a chair.
I have to catch my breath when she turns back to face me in her white strapless bra, white lace thong, and those pumps.
She’s beautiful.
Not in spite of her scars.
And not because of her scars.
She simply is. It’s effortless. She glows with it, like the sun and moon and all the stars live inside her. And maybe they do. She’s my world, my sky, my entire universe.
And if I tell her that right now, she’ll probably make a Uranus joke, so I’ll wait.
“Fuck, Ariana,” I groan. Her hands go to the buttons on my shirt, but still when she pushes it off my shoulders, exposing the tattoo I got this morning over my heart, covered in clear plastic film. It’s the note she left me on the mirror, ‘I fucking love you,’ complete with the heart and her name in her handwriting.
She looks up at me, and I’m lost in the love shining in her eyes. I kiss her again and walk her backward until her calves hit the edge of the bed, then I gently push her down onto it. Standing between her knees, I lean over to kiss her and unhook her bra before she lies back. Pressing my lips against her skin, I kiss my way down her body, stopping to give extra attention to her peaked nipples before continuing on, reaching her panties as I kneel at her feet. The lace is soaked. Her scent fills my lungs. I bask in the evidence of her arousal. The gasps and moans she makes as I lick her through the lace have me groaning in response. “You’re so wet for me, baby.”
“I have been since before dinner.”
I run my nose along the soaked fabric. “When I called you good girl?”
Her back arches off the mattress. “Yes,” she breathes.
I slide her panties down her legs slowly, carefully slipping them over her shoes and tossing them on the floor. Then I sit back on my heels and just look at her for a minute. God damn, she’s gorgeous. Her skin is flushed, her eyes dark. She tucks her bottom lip between her teeth as my gaze rakes over her.
“Spread your legs for me, Minx. Show me what’s mine.”
Her lips part, and she lets out a breath that’s almost a whimper. Then she tilts her head, and the corner of her mouth lifts. I think maybe she’s going to tell me to fuck off, that she’s in charge tonight. But she doesn’t.
My eyes are glued to her pussy as she spreads her legs wide. Until the light bouncing off her rings catches my attention as she slides her left hand down her body. I can’t look away. She grazes her clit, then sinks her ring finger into her cunt.
“Holy shit,” I groan, captivated by the sight of my wife’s rings resting at her dripping entrance.
“Yours, Luca?”
“What?”
“My pussy. You said it’s yours.”
“Are you saying it’s not?”
“I’m saying prove it.”
With a growl, I toss her legs over my shoulders and slip my finger in until my ring is next to hers. “Mine.”
I dive into her pussy. Her heels dig into my back. Her free hand tangles in my hair. Together, we fuck her with our fingers while I feast until she’s a withering mess. She screams my name as she soaks our hands, my face, and the blanket under her more than she ever has before.
She pants, trying to catch her breath. “Did I… did I just… squirt?”
“Hmm, more research is needed. I’m going to have to see that again.” My own orgasm is being held back by a fucking thread. I kiss and lick my way back up, then ravish her mouth with mine. Dragging her up into the middle of the bed, I kneel between her legs and notch the head of my cock at her entrance.
“Luca, I need you inside me.” She meets me, raising her hips as I thrust, and I’m buried to the hilt with a grunt. Her legs lock around my hips, her spine arches off the bed, and she throws her head back. God, she’s so fucking sexy, so fucking beautiful. When she’s lost in the passion and heat of sex like this, I’ve never seen anything so goddamned mesmerizing.
Before her, I was cold. Unloved. But she breathed life into me. She found me when I didn’t even realize I was lost. I’m home wherever she is. I’m home inside her. Complete.
She meets every thrust, and I lose myself in her over and over. Grabbing her hips, I angle them up. Her cunt clenches around my cock, and I still with a loud groan, filling her as she cries my name again. I roll so I don’t crush her, and she settles on my chest, her legs straddling my hips. Our breathing is heavy, our bodies covered in a fine sheen of sweat. When I finally come back down and can move again, I gently roll so she’s on her back. We both groan as my cock slips from her warmth.
Kissing her lightly, I say, “I’ll be right back, baby.” In the bathroom, I start running a hot bath before lighting a few candles and moving our champagne to a small table near the tub.