21. The Newlyweds #2
“Admiration.” He drags his open palms across my body as he rises, kissing and biting as he goes. Soft lips on my thighs, teeth nipping at my hips, adept fingers cupping my breasts. “I am admiring how lovely my wife’s wedding ring looks.”
I turn around and hold up my left hand. “The diamond is here, honey.”
More like diamonds, to be precise. When I saw it for the first time it took my breath away.
A flawless marquise diamond is beset by smaller triangular diamonds on either side to resemble a burst of light.
I remember thinking it reminded me a little of The North Star.
The band itself is gold, abundant with beautiful filigree and antique engraving that has been meticulously restored because while the diamonds are new, the ring itself is not.
Beneath it sits my wedding band, also gold with tiny diamonds and a delicate milgrain design custom made to match the antique style of the engagement ring above it.
It’s lovely without being gaudy and the diamonds are dazzling without being overwhelming.
They’re perfect.
He smiles and holds the ring up to the light. “Ah, yes it is. That’s one Hell of a rock.”
“I’m one Hell of a woman.”
He chuckles as he lifts me off my feet. “Yes, you are.”
We land on the bed in a fit of a laughter and a tangle of limbs.
He’s still dressed but I can’t focus on getting him naked when he starts moving down the length of my body.
First to my breasts where he drags his tongue over the sensitive skin and takes it into his mouth where his teeth tug and pull. Then further and further down…
Alejandro’s lips move across the inside of my thigh, kissing every inch of skin there, until he reaches my hip.
He peppers kisses along my lower abdomen and keeps one arm hooked around my thigh to hold me steady.
I watch as he moves lower and his freehand caresses the shape of me—from ankle to hip—before gently thrusting his fingers inside me.
My breath hitches and I tangle my fingers in his hair to anchor myself.
He watches my reaction closely. Two fingers expertly glide in and out at a pace as deliciously slow as it is torturous.
He rubs against my inner walls and every few thrusts, he hooks his fingers to hit that magical place inside of me.
Tension builds at the base of my spine as release remains just out of reach.
Alejandro pulls all the way out and runs his fingers along the length of my sex before the pad of his thumb pays special attention to my clit.
When he rubs a pattern of short, quick circles around my burning skin, a moan rips through me and my nails dig into his scalp.
“What else were you going to do today?” he sounds so calm, as if he isn’t on the verge of making me come so hard I’ll faint. He ceases tracing circles and plunges another finger inside me. The pace he picks up is brutal and deep.
Oh my God…I can’t think.
“Um…I was…” My grip on his hair tightens. “Notes. For gifts.”
“Notes?” Thrust. “What kind of notes?” Thrust. “Thank you notes?”
A sharp sensation bolts down my spine and I tremble beneath him.
“Ah, yes.” He recalls. “For all the wedding gifts.” Thrust. Rub. Withdraw. Repeat. “It was such a beautiful ceremony. All those flowers.”
Tears gather in my eyes and roll down my temples as the momentum slows. The orgasm I’ve been chasing the last few minutes fades to a simmer. My chest expands but no air fills my lungs.
“Alex…please—”
“Please what?”
I whimper in pain when his fingers retract. “My God...”
“If my wife wants to come, she’ll have to ask nicely.”
I grab his face and kiss him hard enough to make our teeth ache.
It catches him off guard but not enough for his fingers to stop thrusting into me. In fact, the orgasm hits the second his tongue enters my mouth like a double assault—sharp but short and if Alejandro wasn’t so keen on consuming me with his mouth I might’ve been more peeved.
All pretense of patience and intimacy is gone. I’d say it’s romantic—how much he wants to kiss me—if the way our bodies collided in this moment wasn’t so animalistic.
I’m clawing at his clothes—belt, zipper, shirt—as he kisses me.
He doesn’t let me breathe as he sucks my bottom lip and greedily absorbs every moan and sigh of pleasure that leaves me.
In an attempt to take back control I bite down on his bottom lip until the taste of copper floods our mouths but it only spurs him on.
He cups my breasts and squeezes, and the delicious pressure helps to alleviate the ache there.
As I scramble to yank off his belt and lift his shirt, he lowers his mouth to my nipple and teases the hardened peak between his teeth.
He bites down hard enough to make me whimper and I’m certain he’s left a bruise.
He pays the other breast as much attention as the first and when I’ve finally unzipped his slacks, I shove my hand down the front of his boxers and wrap my fingers around his throbbing erection.