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I waved back to Ryan then he helped me to my feet. We still had an hour or two, but only our closest friends remained behind at the reception.
“Feeling tipsy?” He asked me.
“No. Just tired. It’s been a long day.”
He pulled my close and whispered into my ear, “It will be a long night too.”
I smirked, wandering what mischief he had planned.
“Are you serious?”
He stared me up and down with fierce determination.
“I’m very serious. We can sleep on the flight.”
He walked ahead of me, onto the dance floor and I followed, giggling.
Ryan and I danced until my heels bruised. Ryan started off the evening with too much to drink — prodded by his Italian uncles. He gripped me around the hips and swung me around the dance floor to traditional ballads from their region in Italy.
His cheeks flushed from drunkenness and me, giddy with excitement at the entire night.
Our entire evening was a countdown to the honeymoon. The car out front waited to bring us to our hotel, a swanky place close to the airport so we could get on the flight to Italy the next afternoon.
It would be my first time traveling to the gorgeous Mediterranean country.
Ryan’s touch was just around the corner. Every moment of our reception denied me his ardent love-making. I endured the party, wishing desperately that we could escape and “celebrate” in the bedroom.
Something about the celebration of our marriage added excitement to the evening. Every touch, every glance, every kiss was now as man and wife. He teased me too — touching my thigh, gently brushing his lips to my neck.
We didn’t have to hide our affections — and we never would again.
We’d spent decades, never admitting to each other how we truly felt. We were free: from our denial, from our unhappiness and from our solitude.
“Mrs. Maggio,” Ryan whispered to me as he held me close during one of the slow dances towards the end of the night.
“Yes, Mr. Maggio?”
My arms wrapped around his neck and my heels brought me just high enough that if I tip-toed I could hold him that way while swaying side to side.
“I can’t wait to take you up to bed,” he whispered.
I giggled.
“Ryan! That’s very naughty.”
“You haven’t seen naughty,” he growled.
I giggled away as his lips teased my neck.
“Ryan,” I gasped, “I think your grandma’s watching…”
“I don’t care,” he replied, “I have to taste you.”
I giggled and pretended to push him away. He only grabbed me closer and by then, we’d lost the beat of the music and were laughing hysterically in each other’s arms.
“I’m looking forward to Italy,” he replied once we’d calmed down and returned to a pair of chairs in the back of the room.
“Yes?”
He nodded, “I’ll never let you leave the house… we’ll be making love all day… all night…”
“Ryan!”
“Hey,” he replied, “If you love it there, we don’t ever have to leave.”
“What do you mean?”
He shrugged, “I can work for my pa in Italy. You can fulfill orders anywhere in the world. We’re free.”
“I’ll think about it,” I replied.
In that instant, I was ready to accept. I’d follow Ryan anywhere in the world, just like I knew he’d follow me.
When there was no one on the dance floor except Louis, Nicki, Dana and Tyler, we prepared to end the night.
Nicki assured me she’d take care of the last details and Louis gave me a big hug, welcoming me to the family.
Ryan and I walked out to the car, Tyler following a few steps behind. He opened the car door for me and gave me a friendly pat on the back. He closed the door and I watched as he spoke to his brother outside.
Their faces were solemn and I wondered if they were talking shop. Ryan broke out into a grin and embraced his brother, who scowled at first and then returned his brother’s embrace. I heard Ryan say one last thing — in Italian this time, so I couldn’t understand him.
They nodded and Ryan slid into the back of the car next to me. The driver nodded and we were off, driving along the empty roads towards our hotel.
Ryan leaned over and whispered to me, “Should we wait until we get in the room?”
“I don’t know,” I asked, eyes alight with mischief, “Should we?”
Ryan chuckled, “You’re a minx, you know that?”
I leaned my head against his shoulder.
“I had no idea.”
“Hmm…” he kissed my forehead, then toyed with the ring on my finger.
“Can you believe it?” He asked.
“No,” I whispered, “This whole day felt —”
“Surreal?”
“Yeah,” I nodded.
Ryan kissed my head again.
“I’m glad I got a second chance with you, Gina.”
“Same.”
Our eagerness to make love was overwhelmed with our exhaustion from the day for the rest of the car ride. We sat, intertwined as the driver carted us to comfort.
In the hotel room, there was marked silence between us. Ryan wrapped his arms, hugging me from behind as we entered the door, dropping our suitcases in the nearest corner.
“My wife,” he muttered.
I turned around to face him.
“We need to get this thing off of you.”
“Be gentle,” I replied, “I want to save it.”
He seemed to find the notion of me saving the wedding dress amusing. He smirked as he reached behind me for the laced up corset that cinched me waist into place.
“I said be careful,” I warned him again.
He nodded, saying nothing before planting a kiss on my lips. There’s something indescribably intimate about a man unlacing your corset. He’s delicately unwrapping you like a present and will be much more grateful when he gets his prize.
I closed my eyes, kissing him back as he loosened my garment inch by inch. I could breath better and he got to work unhooking the buttons that kept me imprisoned in my ivory dress. My copper colored skin remained hot to the touch as he worked on stripping me down to nothing.
Dressed like royalty, the process was slow and personal. He worked his fingers through the last button, finally allowing his hand to press against the small of my back through my lingerie.
He kissed my neck this time and growled into my ear.
“I could rip this off you and take you now… right here on the floor.”
I giggled as his tongue tickled my ear lobe again. He sucked on my neck and I let out a loud moan. He slipped the dress down around my hips and I stepped out of the ballgown tulle skirt.
I stood in lingerie just before him then, heart racing as my own desire for him mounted.
“Easy,” he muttered.
He left me standing there as he picked up the dress and slowly hung it on a hanger, placing it on the curtain rod in the room.
“Easy,” he whispered again.
I stood patiently waiting for him, communicating my desires for him only with my gaze. He returned to my position and grabbed my hips again. He held me firm in his grasp, his blue eyes searching in mine for arousal that would feed his own.
“I love seeing you like this,” he muttered in a deep, husky voice.
“I love seeing you naked even better.”
He reached behind me for yet another corset that stood between him and his prize. He unlaced this one faster and more urgently, his fingers stumbling over the buttons as he kissed me deeper and faster.
“I can’t wait,” he growled, “I’m done waiting.”
I shared his aggressive passion and squeezed my eyes shut as I slipped his jacket off and worked to undo the buttons on his white shirt. I got the shirt off as he took my lingeries off and tossed it to the side. All I had on was my underwear, a lacy white thong that hugged my hips and created a curvy figure.
We’d waited long enough and neither of us could take another moment of hesitation. He swept me off my feet as I squealed, wrapping my legs and arms around him. He slammed me into the wall and propped me up with every bit of his strength.
He slipped my underwear to the side and pressed his fingers against my plump pussy lips. I dripped with desire. He rubbed my wetness and slid his finger between my pussy lips, pulling them out suddenly as I gasped in his arms.
“Taste yourself,” he commanded, shoving his fingers into my mouth as I let out a groan of ecstasy from his lips on my neck.
“Delicious?” He asked.
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“Good.”
He didn’t say another word, only pulled out his hardness and lined it up with my entrance.
“No protection,” he asked, almost as if he wasn’t asking.
I nodded. I wanted him like this — unsheathed, unprotected. Committed to each other for life, I was ready to take things to another level.
He didn’t wait before pressing his hardness up against my entrance. I grasped his neck, taking a tuft of his thick black hair between my fingers as he slid inside me.
“OHHH!” I cried.
He pressed me harder against the wall and thrust his hips into me, fitting the entire length of his cock deep inside me. He’d pushed into my deep. All I could do was shudder from the pleasure as he held me in his arms up against that wall.
He grunted as he pounded into me. I gasped and gripped his neck tighter, moaning as excruciating pleasure surged through my body. He tugged at my coils of hair, grunting with each thrust as our bodies joined as man and wife for the first time.
I exploded with a climax after he’d thrust into me deep and his cock was covered with my juices. He moved me from the wall to the bed, laying me gently amongst the pillows and then crawling between my legs, pressing his weight into me.
“Mmm,” he moaned, his cock resting against my leg, still throbbing hard and eager to re-enter me.
“I can’t resist,” he murmured, “I have to taste you.”
While my wetness remained desperate for his entry, I couldn’t leave his offer on the table. I nodded and spread my legs, urging him to slide his tongue between my folds until I mewled and pleaded for mercy.
He slipped my underwear off, tossing it across the room as I’d expected he would. I eased my knees up towards my head, giving him access to the treasure between my thighs. His tongue started at the back of my wetness and he slipped it all the way up to my clit.
I emitted a loud squeal of pleasure, bucking my hips upwards as he drove his tongue between my folds. He pressed me harder into the bed, using his tongue to swirl around my clit until I climaxed again and again.
I moaned loudly, squirting as he continued to suck on my folds. He pulled away, his face covered in my juices with the brightest smile plastered across it.
“I think you’re ready for more now.”
I whimpered and nodded, shuddering as I waited to accept my fate. He eased his monstrous cock closer to my wetness and prepared to slide it into me again. His hardness oozed pleasure, covered in my juices and in his virile veins.
He slipped into me with one swift motion like a hot knife through butter. I cried out and grabbed his hips, pulling him deeper into me. He started to thrust ardently, grunting with each motion as sweat built up on his brow.
His hair stuck to his neck, damp with desire. He pressed his lips to my neck again, driving into me deeper as he did so.
“Yes!” I moaned, “Yes! Ryan! Yes!”
My moans came from deep within me as pleasure I’d never before experienced ravaged my body. I gasped for breath, but deep breathing eluded me. All I could do was succumb to pleasure and succumb to our desires for each other which had been hidden for so long.
“I want to take you from behind,” he growled.
I couldn’t believe how long he’d lasted. While I was already exhausted, his cock was ready for a few more rounds. I couldn’t deny him — nor did I want to. I eased onto my stomach and before I could get on all fours, he pressed my frame into to bed and slid into my tightness.
I gasped. From behind, his cock had an even tighter squeeze. As he plunged into my wetness, euphoria blasted through me.
“Ohhh!” I cried.
“That’s right… Take that dick baby…” he growled.
I moaned again, arching my hips and bouncing them back to meet his large cock.
“Don’t… stop…” I whimpered.
I didn’t have to tell him twice. He squeezed my ass cheeks, spreading them slightly as he pounded more furiously. Heat, pain and pleasure tightened my hole and each thrust burst through delivering more satisfaction than the last.
“Yes…” I whimpered as I climaxed again.
This time, I was exhausted. My body shuddered and trembled with each new thrust. I whimpered, too tired to scream and too sensitive to avoid a climax that would force me to.
Detecting my complete gratification, Ryan slowed down. He made love to me nice and slow, kissing my neck and back as I whimpered. I could feel him stiffening within me. More romance sent his arousal into over drive and I knew he didn’t have long before he needed to finish.
I gently raised my hips, allowing him greater access to the sopping slit between my legs which cried out for more of him no matter how tired I felt. I gripped the sheets as he pressed his weight into me. He slid between my thighs, nearly tickling them with his slow, focused strokes.
I moaned as I climaxed again, a deep, throbbing climax that overtook my senses slowly.
“I’m cumming,” he growled, approaching his own climax.
He let out a cathartic cry as he released inside me. His hardness twitched as thick ropes of his love juices coated the walls of my wetness. If we were lucky, this would end up as planned and we would have a little Maggio on the way. He shuddered and pulled out of me, rolling onto his back and giving me the perfect view of his attractive physique.
I nestled next to him, resting my head on his chest.
“We really did it,” I muttered, still in disbelief that I’d married Ryan, my best friend of all those years.
“We did,” he murmured, grabbing a strand of my hair and twirling it betwixt his fingers.
“Tomorrow, we see Italy together for the first time.”
I nestled in closer to him, allowing his warmth to cover me.
“I can’t wait.”
END OF BONUS STORY