CHAPTER 35
Nirah
LIFTING MY HIPS, I felt his mouth latch onto my clit as I rolled my hips against his mouth. “Baby,” I whined. “ Ohhh —fuck,” I cried.
I could feel my orgasm nearing as I rocked my hips back and forth against his mouth. His hand squeezed and molded my breast, making me push my head back into the pillow.
I arched my back, allowing myself to let go. He cleaned me up with his tongue, and I laid back, my chest heaving rapidly.
He lifted himself and loosened the blindfold.
I blinked a few times, adjusting my eyes to the light. “How’s that for assistance?” he asked with a soft kiss on my lips, and I smiled.
His body lowered to mine, trapping blissful heat between us. He kissed me, pushing his hips to mine, until I slipped my hands down his pants.
I positioned his tip between my thighs, and he pushed himself inside of me. I sucked his tongue as he slowly moved in and out.
I gripped his shoulders, pushing him back to break the kiss. I groaned at his size, shutting my eyes.
His strokes were slow and gentle. I couldn’t decipher the difference between pain and pleasure, but I liked either one of it.
Carefully, he pushed himself in all the way, and I arched my back in pleasure. “Atta girl,” he breathed as I took all of him. “You feel so good, baby ,” he kissed me softly.
I gripped his waist as he fucked me slowly, his lips attacking my neck. He nibbled on my skin before sliding a pillow underneath my hips.
“Keep it right there for me,” he lowered his tone.
I softly moaned into his mouth as he placed his hand on my lower stomach. He applied just the right amount of pressure and I broke the kiss, tightening around him. “Antonio,” I softly whined as he effortlessly slid in and out of me.
“Open these pretty legs wider,” he said and I bend my knees, pushing my legs to the side as much as possible. “You listen so well,” he grinned into my neck as he pushed himself in deeper.
I whimpered, digging my nails into his back, and slowly dragged them down. His head fell to my shoulder, and his uneven breathing forced me over the edge.
He picked up the bottle of wine, taking a sip. He grabbed my face, lowering his mouth to mine and spat the wine into my mouth, making my clit tingle.
“Since you like wine so fucking much,” he whispered against my lips, and I swallowed, squeezing my eyes shut.
I broke the kiss, biting my bottom lip. “Open your eyes, tesoro . I want you to look at me when I make you come.”
Slowly, I pierced my eyes open as my orgasm rippled through me. A final whimper fell from my lips with pleasure, and he kissed me softly before pulling out. That was incredible.
With one final grunt he thrusts harder, and his erection pulsed inside of me.
He laid down beside me, both of us catching our breaths. He reached over, placing his hand over mind and slowly squeezed. I smiled, turning my head to look at him and he did the same.
We laid for a while, basking in the moment.
I leaned over to peck his lips before he carried me into the bathroom, cleaned me up and carried me right back down again.
I sat up with my back against the sofa and after he added some wood to the fire, he laid down between my legs, resting his head on my stomach.
We laid in silence and I closed my eyes, taking in the moment.
“What should we do during our last few hours alone?” I asked, softly tracing little shapes on his shoulders.
The rain had picked up again and the fire cracked peacefully in front of us, warming our bodies.
There was a brief pause, and I already knew what he was thinking. “Well…” he trailed off, and I could hear a grin in his voice.
“Don’t you think we’ve had enough of that for the next two weeks?” I asked, and he chuckled. “I mean, what if you get bored of having sex with me after we’re married?”
“ Tesoro , if I ever get bored of having sex with you, I’m going to need you to put a bullet between my eyes,” he entwined our fingers before kissing the back of my hand.
“You are definitely the most dramatic man I have ever met,” I couldn’t help but laugh.
My cellphone dinged, and I leaned over to grab it from the sofa.
I smiled, and he slowly ran his fingertips up and down my thighs.
“Silvia would like to know what time we’ll be back,” I couldn’t help but chuckle.
“ I’m sure you two have had enough alone time for the time being, ” I read her message.
“ So get your fine ass back home. Bringing Antonio is, of course, optional because I miss you and can’t wait to see you any longer.
Tell your fiancé to stop being selfish. I love you . ”
I laughed, texting back that we would be there soon enough.
“She’s very…” he trailed off, and I nodded, knowing exactly what he was trying to say.
“Yes. I know.”
After two more glasses of wine, he finally convinced me to get up. We showered and got dressed.
I lazily— dramatically —packed my bags, and he laid on the bed, watching me as he tried not to laugh. “I don’t want to leave,” I heavily sighed, and he opened his arms.
I walked over, falling on top of him, and he wrapped his arms around me, kissing the top of my head. “After our wedding, I’ll buy you an island, and we’ll be all alone,” he whispered, and I smiled, lifting my head. I rested my chin on his chest.
“Promise?” I jokingly asked—pretending to be desperate—and he nodded.
“ Promise .”
* * *
According to Antonio, my friends and I were all having dinner at the house.
His entire family had gone back home to Italy. His parents, on the other hand, simply went back to their house not too far from here until after the wedding.
On our way back to the house, Silvia texted that Jordan had left the country for a little while. He didn’t say where to, and he also didn’t mention when he’d be back. I really hoped he was doing okay.
We got back to the house, and a cold chill ran down my spine as I shifted in my seat.
Antonio noticed and took my hand in his, kissing the back of it. “You ready?” he asked, and I swallowed hard.
I nodded, and he got out. He opened the door for me, and I took a deep breath in before getting out. He wrapped his arm around my waist as we walked up to the front door.
When I opened the door, there were a lot of murmurs coming from inside.
“You’re back!” Amelia squealed as Antonio and I stepped into the foyer.
She charged towards me and jumped into my arms. I immediately grabbed onto her—laughing.
She dropped to her feet, and Silvia engulfed me in her arms. Before Silvia got the chance to pull away, Stephanie and London wrapped their arms around us as well.
“I missed you guys too,” I softly said, barely able to breathe. The girls finally pulled away, and I took a deep breath in, holding the biggest smile.
I paused, looking at their outfits. I cleared my throat, looking at Antonio. “ Now, this is a hooker house,” I said, and Antonio smiled in remembrance. “What’s going on?” I hesitantly asked, and Silvia pulled something out from her bag.
“Bachelorette fucking party!” she cheered, throwing a ‘ Bride To Be ’ sash over me. A loud pop was heard and confetti sprung over my head.
“Dinner with friends, huh?” I asked Antonio. “And no,” I shook my head at them.
“Yes. We’re going to throw you the best, sexiest, most horny bachelorette party ever,” London seductively said and the doorbell rang.
“There are our strippers!” Stephanie beamed, rushing over to open the door front door. Our what!?
Four girls in skimpy little dresses stood outside, staring back at us.
“No. That is our strippers,” Cesar said, walking into the living room with Ivan and Lorenzo—Antonio’s alleged best friend, according to him.
“Excuse me?” Amelia and I said in unison as our heads snapped to him.
“This way ladies,” Cesar grinned while signaling them with his fingers and they giggled, walking inside.
“Are you not marrying a stripper?” I asked Antonio and he tried hiding a smile. “You’re not having strippers,” I shook my head. “Cesar get them out,” I said and the girls all nodded, agreeing with me.
“No, no no,” Ivan chimed in. “You can’t have a bachelor party without strippers, come on,” he dragged out his vowels. “You’ll have him for the rest of your life. Let him have some fun before you tie him down.”
My jaw dropped and all of our heads snapped to him in disbelief—including Cesar and Antonio’s.
“Tie him down?” Amelia growled, squeezing the bag in her hands. “Did I ‘ tie you down ’?” she seethed and he swallowed hard.
She marched over to him and grabbed his arm, pulling him into the kitchen.
“I don’t like the idea of you having strippers when I am one,” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Not to mention it’s inappropriate.”
He sighed. “Nirah—”
“Excuse me, ladies,” a rough male voice interrupted him. “We are here on a noise complaint.”
I spun around and my jaw dropped as I saw three muscular men in police officer uniforms. The one in the center met my gaze and he grinned, winking at me. Talk about tall, dark and handsome—my God. Was it getting hot in here or was it just them?
“My apologies officer,” I smiled, tucking my hair behind my ear. “That would be me,” I innocently batted my eyelashes but as I took a step Antonio grabbed my arm, stopping me immediately.
“Then you can’t have strippers either,” he whispered in my ear and I smiled, pulling my arm from him.
“ I’m not marrying a stripper, so I get a free pass,” I said before walking over to the three men.
“Bride to be,” the man on the left smirked. “She’s our little troublemaker,” he stated to the guy in the middle and the girls ran up to either side of me.
“I think you should put her in handcuffs,” Silvia nodded.
“Well, I’m afraid we can’t do that,” the man in the center took off his cap. “Not with all these witnesses,” he faked disappointment and all the girls and I spun around to the guys behind us.
“Go! Go!” we rushed over to them.
“But I thought—”