30. Stefano
The house is absolute chaos.
Colorful, noisy, loud chaos.
People are rushing around, carrying decor and trays of food, flowers, and balloons.
Elle keeps bolting past me, on some random very important mission that I have no idea about.
She keeps laughing and screaming in her excitement.
"Elle, be careful," I call out to her, but she's already around the corner and running across the lawn.
Amelia walks up behind me and I feel her hands slip around my waist as she leans against my back.
"Should you be getting ready?" I ask, threading my fingers through hers and locking her in place.
"Mm. Maybe. But I can't seem to get Elle to sit still long enough for us to get her flower girl dress on her."
"She's full of energy, isn't she? I haven't seen her stop running around once the entire morning."
"It's alright. At least during the ceremony, she will be too exhausted to fidget too much."
I chuckle and feel it vibrate through me into Amelia.
Then I grab her from behind me and pull her in front of me so that I can look into that gorgeous face of hers.
"I can't wait to marry you." I smile down at her.
She stands on her tiptoes to press her mouth against mine. "I can't wait to be your wife." She grins.
"And - " her smile grows wider.
"And?" I tilt my head.
"And I can't wait to get away for five whole nights with you, all alone, on our honeymoon."
I laugh even harder. "We could go longer if you want?"
"I know." She sighs. "But I don't want to leave Elle for that long."
"She can come with us."
"Not with the things I want to do to you." The mischief in her voice is so intense that my cock begins to grow hard just at the thought of it all.
"Five days is plenty. Yip. It'll be perfect." I agree quickly.
She pushes herself away from me and I grab her back against my body.
"You can't go yet; you have to wait for that to go down," I warn her.
"Or we could just sneak into the room quickly and I could make it go down."
"Amelia, don't you know the rules? I'm not even supposed to see you on the morning of our wedding, not until you walk down the aisle."
She grins and rolls her eyes.
"Fine. I can wait." She sighs dramatically.
I stand with her until my body calms down and then in a flash our daughter runs past us again. "Hey, wait you little rascal," Amelia calls out after her. "I better go catch her and get her into the dress."
I kiss her one last time. "I'll see you in a little bit, my love."
Then she disappears into the chaos too and I stand there, smiling like an idiot.
I guess I should go and get my suit on.
Waiting at the altar, nervous and tense, wanting to see her, excited to marry her - I am thinking about everything we've been through.
When she left, it tore me apart, and the longer she stayed away the more I thought I was growing to hate her. But it was never hate. It was always the pain of losing her and still being in love with her.
That night, two months ago, when she confessed that she was still in love with me - my entire world tore open again, like a fresh wound. I was too scared to admit it at the moment, but I knew, instantly, that everything I had ever felt for her - the only thing I'd ever felt for her - was love.
It was always love and will always be love.
In my pain, I confused it with hate in order to survive.
But now I have her back.
I've dropped my guard.
I've accepted that she is worth any risk, any pain - she is worth my life.
I brush my hand over the black tuxedo I'm wearing and push my shoulders back.
Today Amelia is going to become my wife and from now on I will spend every moment making sure she is happy - making sure that my family is safe.
I will do whatever it takes.
The music starts playing and everyone stands up on both sides of the red carpet that leads toward me., through the garden.
I see Elle stepping through the house doors, and out into the patio steps. She looks proud and so pretty in her little lace dress, covered in pink flowers.
Elle chose pink.
She said weddings have to be pink. They can't be any other color.
How can I argue with such a beautiful little face?
Elle marches happily towards me, tossing flower petals from her little basket that is slung over her arm.
But soon my eyes are drawn from her to the vision of Amelia as she steps from the house onto the patio steps with her arm linked through her father's.
He looks as proud as Elle does as he leads his daughter towards me.
Amelia looks like an angel fallen straight from heaven.
Her hair is pinned up beneath the soft white veil that is floating over her face.
I can see the smile on her lips through the sheer fabric and when she looks up her eyes catch mine and my heart thunders wildly.
She is more beautiful than ever.
Her dress is hugging her body, accentuating her curves, then splashing out in waves over her legs. - floating around her like the ocean caressing the shoreline.
She walks closer and closer and I can barely breathe.
Her father stops and lifts her veil, kissing both of her cheeks.
He turns to me and shakes my hand then takes his seat.
Amelia looks up at me and every other person in the room seems to disappear at that moment. Nothing else matters, no one else exists.
She is glowing with happiness and beauty as she stares up at me.
I hear the priest talking, but I can barely focus on the words.
Soon, he calls for my attention and I'm forced to look away from Amelia - to him.
"Do you Stefano Amalfi, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do," I say immediately.
He turns to Amelia. "Do you, Amelia Ricardi, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do." She says grinning from ear to ear. Looking more radiant than the summer sun.
"Then, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Stefano, you may kiss your bride."
I don't waste a second. I step towards her, grab her in my arms, and tilt her backward, pressing my lips against hers, claiming her, sealing our marriage, forging our future in stone.
I hear Elle shouting with delight behind us and feel the petals that she's thrown over us.
Amelia giggles against my lips and I pull her upright again.
Her cheeks are flushed red from excitement.
I slip my hand through hers and turn to take Elle's hand too. She bounces over to me and the three of us walk down the aisle together.
After photos and congratulations and more flower petals being thrown at us we walk towards the reception where our guests are now waiting.
"What happens now?" Elle asks excitedly.
"Now - we have a big party and eat lots of nice food."
"No silly. You got it wrong." She says to me, disappointed and shaking her head.
"Oh, what did I get wrong?"
"Ask me."
"Ask you what?" I know my brows in confusion.
"Ask me what happens now, Dad." She huffs.
"Oh, what happens now, Elle?"
She throws her hands in the air, spins around so that her dress flares out around her, and shouts. "And now we live happily ever after."
I pack up laughing, lean down, and scoop her into my arms.
"Oh my word, how could I get that wrong? I can't believe I didn't get it right."
"I know." She giggles as I tickle her.
"But I still want a party and nice food."
Amelia lifts Elle from my arms and snuggles against her. "Ice cream for dinner?"
"Ice cream for dinner." Elle squeals and wiggles free. "I'm going to the dance floor." She shouts as she runs off.
I hold my hand out towards Amelia again. "My beautiful wife, may I have this dance?"
She slips her fingers between mine. "My gorgeous husband, it would be an honor to dance with you."
I lead her to the dance floor and pull her up against my body. The lights dim low and romantic music drifts around us. The room of guests is hushed as I move with my wife, swaying and dipping her, then pulling her back into my arms.
"I love you," I whisper against her ear when she is close to me.
"I love you, too." She whispers back.
We dance till late, and Elle can't even keep her eyes open anymore.
Then we say good night to her and tell her we will see her in a few days when we get back.
She's too sleepy to worry about that now though.
Amelia changes out of her beautiful wedding dress and then we make our way to the limo waiting downstairs. Our guests are standing around to see us off and we wave goodbye to them as we head towards the airport - to paradise - for a few days alone.
The private jet takes us directly to Hawaii. We are going to relax in my beach house, right on the sandy shores, alone for five beautiful nights.
I have a few secret dates planned for my wife. An evening sunset cruise on my yacht. A beach dinner under the stars. A fire and dancing with cocktails.
I want her to relax and let go of all her worries.
I want her full and undivided attention for the entire honeymoon.
Arriving at the beach house Amelia lets out a gasp of surprise.
"It's so much more beautiful than you described." She exclaims excitedly.
I follow her as she explores the beach house, finally coming to a stop on the upstairs balcony, outside the main bedroom.
She leans over the baluster, staring out across the ocean as the late afternoon sun glitters across the surface.
I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, nuzzling my face against the back of her neck.
"This place is perfect, Stefano."
"Mm," I respond, tracing kisses over her skin.
I start tugging the buttons of her soft cotton dress open, my hands brushing over her breasts.
She leans into me, lifting her arms and wrapping them around the back of my neck as she pushes her ass out and rubs it across my cock.
I get hard right away. The slightest suggestive move from her is enough to send me over the edge.
I push her forward, bending her over the balcony and she giggles, wiggling her ass over my cock again.
My fingers trace over her spine, between her ass cheeks, then slip beneath her lace underwear.
I slide my fingers into her pussy, and she shudders with pleasure.
She wants to tease me, but she can barely control herself around me either.
I push my fingers deeper into her, swirling them and pushing against her.
She gasps loudly and arches her back.
My cock is throbbing and pulsing when I unbutton my pants and let it bounce free from the restraint of the fabric.
We have a lot of time here, to explore each other's bodies. We have time to go slow - we have time to savor the moments. But all I want right now is to fuck my wife - hard and fast - as she bends over this balcony. I want to hear her scream my name as I slam into her.
I press my cock against her pussy and her fingers tighten over the balcony railing.
I thrust forward and her body jerks.
Her hips locked against the balcony. I slam into her and she does scream, so I clamp my hand over her mouth to silence her as I begin to pound into her.
"This is my pussy." I growl as I push again and again, deeper inside her, spreading her open and pushing her legs wide.
I release her mouth and grip her hips tightly, controlling each thrust, dragging her towards me as I rock forward.
She is making the most beautiful sounds. My wife.
The most sensual, enticing sounds, while I fuck her out here in the open.
I can feel her begin to shake so I stop and pull out, spinning her to face me. She looks horrified until I lift her up onto the edge of the balcony and push her legs apart again, wrapping them around my waist and I push my cock into her beautiful, pink pussy.
She leans her head back with her arms wrapped around my neck. Her breasts bounce with each thrust and soon we are both barely able to hold onto each other.
Control is slipping and we are both close to coming.
I can feel the way her pussy is clamped over me and my cock is so swollen, throbbing more each time I thrust into her.
Her breathing gets harder and heavier and she seems to lose herself. Her nails dig into me. Her pussy clamps harder.
Wave after wave of her orgasm washes over her and within seconds I explode into her as well.
We grip each other tightly, holding on, as the powerful orgasms steal us away.
Finally, breathing heavily, I slide my cock out of her.
She pulls her summer dress up over her shoulders, trying to do the buttons up again.
"Don't bother." I chuckle, pulling it back down.
"Stefano - "
I lift her in my arms and carry her towards the bed, throwing her down onto it. She giggles loudly and tries to wiggle away from me.
"I need a little break." She laughs, trying to escape.
"No, you don't," I growl, pulling her legs apart and pushing my tongue inside her.
She arches up against my mouth and cries out, putty in my hands.
The first night and every moment of our honeymoon is absolute heaven.
Whenever I'm with her I'm exactly where I need to be.
She is my world.
My everything.
THE END