“You get some sleep, too, Marc.” She worried about how little he slept and the detrimental effects sleep deprivation had on people working in emergency services. “I promise you’ll need your strength.”
She’d better end this conversation. Already she needed to come again but wouldn’t be greedy or selfish. “Good night, sweetheart. I’ll text you when I’m caught up with prep, supply ordering, and bill paying at the restaurant. Then we’ll taste cakes before you properly fuck me.”
His hearty laugh, followed by “before and after,” made her wonder if she’d be able to take that much time away after being gone for almost two days already. While she missed him so much, she didn’t want to fall further behind at work.
“Just joking. After will have to suffice, but I’ll make sure you’re properly fucked. Oh, pack one of your medium-sized vibes with a wide base on it.”
Her clit zinged. “Yes, Sir,” she said, already getting hot for the double-penetration scene he planned. Tomorrow couldn’t arrive fast enough.
Chapter Four
“Definitely the amaretto.” Marc nibbled the last piece of the almond-flavored cake he’d smeared on her breasts fifteen minutes ago before licking the icing off her nipple and drawing that hard peak into his mouth to suck.
“Oh yes! Definitely the amaretto!” she screamed, breathless.
He’d never known wedding cake could be so delectable. She pushed her chest up to relieve the force of his tongue while at the same time wrapping her legs around his waist as if to lock him in.
“I haven’t been served up as dessert in a long time, but I’ve always loved the way you play with your food—and me.”
Lifting his head, he stared into her chocolate-brown eyes. “Every time I look at you, I think dessert, cara.”
So delectable, Angelina lay stretched out on her back on the granite countertop of the kitchen island in the apartment above her restaurant. He’d known it would be the amaretto cake as soon as he took a bite at the baker’s an hour ago, but having fantasized about eating cake off Angelina’s body since last night, hours after the hot-as-fuck sexting and phone sex they’d enjoyed, he had no intention of rushing to judgment.
Merda! Reality beat the hell out of his imagination.
He took her swollen nipple between his teeth and tugged higher than she could try to evade.
“Oh!” She smiled. “Careful what you bite into there, sailor.”
Marc chomped down a little harder on her nipple to remind her who was in charge, and she gasped again. Her hands gripped the edges of the counter, just where he’d told her to keep them.
Knowing he’d only succeed at keeping her mind off work another half hour or so, he ordered, “Plant your feet wide for me.”
Angelina tented her knees, placing her feet at the edges of the countertop as wide as they could go without slipping off. With her glistening pussy wet and ready, he couldn’t resist playing a little while longer.
Bending down, he swirled his tongue over her clit in slow motion. He’d make her beg for his cock before he’d give it to her. Marc plunged a finger into her tight, wet hole. Damn. Maybe he wouldn’t be able to hold out long enough for her to beg. It had been two days since they’d made love. Last night’s phone call had left him needing to bury himself into her in the worst way.
When he drove two fingers inside her and sped up the movement of his tongue, she hissed. “I need you inside me, Marc.”
A start, but not nearly the level of need he wanted from her. “Did you pack what I asked you to when you stopped by the house this morning?”
“Yes, Sir. It’s in my purse.”
He wished he’d thought to bring his toy bag with his collection of butt plugs, but time was limited. He couldn’t go home and retrieve it before she needed to return to the restaurant.
Imagining where he planned to put the vibe made Marc harder. They’d both been too damned busy to fit each other in lately between coursework, studying, the restaurant, and wedding preparations. They needed this interlude together.
He pulled away, and she groaned. “Tell me what you want, cara.”
“I want…I want your hard cock ramming in and out of me and a vibrator up my ass.”
Fuck, woman. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and crossed to the living room to find her purse where she’d dropped it when he’d pushed her against the wall for a long, hard kiss seconds after they’d closed the door.
He found the vibe in the side compartment inside a zippered plastic bag and, beside it, a small tube of lubricant. Her pussy never had a problem being wet enough for him, so clearly she’d anticipated anal, too. That’s my girl. They always seemed to be on the same wavelength.
The long, slim vibe wasn’t nearly as thick as his cock, but he hadn’t entered her ass in a while, so he’d have to prepare her for him before resuming that activity. The vibe would get to have a majority of the fun today, but he wasn’t complaining.
When he returned to the island, Angelina’s eyes remained closed. Her voluptuous, sexy body lay ready for him to continue to feast on. “What are you fantasizing about?”
“Double penetration.”
His cock throbbed at her earthy response, and he released it from his pants to stroke himself at the image she conjured up. He didn’t care if she pictured another man with him in her fantasy. That might be hot to some, but he didn’t intend to share this woman with anyone else ever again. “That can be arranged.”
Her smile turned sultry at the promise he left hanging.
“Scoot to the edge of the counter and put your legs over my shoulders.”
She moved into position until her ass cheeks spilled over the edge, and he lifted her legs. He coated the vibe in lubricant and bent down to flick his tongue against her clit to heighten her senses.
After a few minutes of listening to her panting, he pressed the vibe to the opening of her asshole, without turning it on or entering her. He’d wait until she needed more stimulation, but right now, the grip of her hands and the mewling sounds coming from her told him she was building up to one helluva climax already.
Standing again, he pressed his cock against her pussy, alternately dipping his cock inside to lubricate it while pushing the vibe against her back door.
“Marc! You’re killing me! I need to come, now!”
“Pet, might I remind you who’s calling the shots?”
She groaned, her eyes squeezing shut. He continued to go in a little farther, each stroke of his cock feeling her pussy welcoming him home. Sweat broke out on her forehead, and she nibbled at her lower lip as if biting back further demands. Her drenched pussy told him she was ready for the entire length of him. For now, he set the vibe on the baggie beside her hip and plowed his cock fully into her in one swift motion.
“Yes! Mio Dio!”
Pumping fast and hard for a few minutes until he nearly exploded inside her, he savored the way she clamped her pussy muscles around him. “Gesù, amore!” He wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer but wasn’t ready to let go just yet. He wanted her to explode more powerfully than she had in a long time. Definitely harder than last night when he wasn’t even physically with her.
He picked up the vibrator again, flicked the switch on its lowest setting, and pressed it against her puckered star.
“Ack! Yes! Oh! Permission to come, Sir?”
“Not yet.” He pushed the vibe harder against her sphincter then pulled back as he thrust his cock inside her and alternated between the two. Each time he withdrew from her pussy, she gripped his cock harder. His balls became painful as he rammed himself home again. This time, he stayed put and pushed the vibe inside her a few inches, feeling the vibrations against his cock.
He couldn’t hold out any longer. “Come with me, amore.”
“I’m coming!”
Her pussy squeezed him like a vise as his cock pulsated with his ejaculate. “Right. There. With you.”
“Marc! Give it to me! Give it all to me!”
“Yes! Like that! Oh, Marc!” She rutted against his pelvis to milk every ounce of her own orgasm from him. Seeing her in the throes of passion only made his own that much hotter.
When his cock stopped twitching, he placed the vibe in the baggie for cleaning later and pulled out of her. His cum spilled out of her. They hadn’t been very careful today, but he didn’t care if babies came earlier than they’d planned. He wanted a houseful of little D’Alessios.
“That was…amazing,” she said when she opened her eyes to smile up at him.
“No, you’re the amazing one.” He wiped her off with paper towels and helped her up. “I can picture us like this seventy years from now, and I’ll be just as hot for you then as I am now.”
Angelina laughed. “I’m not sure how agile I’ll be at ninety-six, but you know I’ll always be hot for your hundred-and-five-year-old bod,” she said, slapping him on the ass before enfolding him in an embrace and a kiss. “Thanks for the afternoon delight. I’m going to be thinking about you until I close tonight.”
“You know I’m going to be in the same headspace while waiting for you to get home. Maybe someday we’ll be independently wealthy and won’t have to worry about making a living.”
She shook her head, smiling. “That’s just the orgasm talking, Marc. Your work as an EMT is a calling just as strongly felt as one to the priesthood. That’s how my brothers and Papa looked at their vocations, too. No amount of money will change that.”
“True.”
“We’re both always going to be passionate about our work, just maybe not as passionate as we are about sex sometimes. We have to get more creative about carving out some time for ourselves.”
“Well, today shows me there’s no lacking in our taking initiative in that department.”
None, indeed.
Chapter Five
“This is going to be much more fun than the wedding shower Mama gave us in April,” Angelina said as they walked in the back door to the Masters at Arms Club.
“And by the time we’re done, my toy bag will be stuffed with all kinds of new things to torment you with, I’m sure.”
Angelina’s first thought was whether Luke would be bringing some new wooden torture device tonight. Would he and Cassie even be attending? Cassie definitely wasn’t in the lifestyle. Not that he wouldn’t have sent a new toy as a companion to the paddle he’d given them two Christmases ago. That one had MINE carved out of it and left the word emblazoned on her ass with every blow. Not her favorite implement, although Marc seemed to enjoy the hell out of it.
In the great room, everyone she expected to see had already arrived—the Montagues, Orlandos, Wilsons, Mistress Grant, and, yes, even the Dentons. How Luke had talked Cassie into coming inside the BDSM club was beyond her, but Cassie was smiling and talking to Savannah.
They spent the first half hour nibbling on appetizers and sipping soft drinks, which implied there might be some playing going on later. The social time had been followed by bridal shower games with kinky prizes for the winners, including nipple clamps, paddles, floggers, and a Wartenberg wheel.
When Cassie won one of their earlier games, she’d looked over the items on the prize table with wide, curious eyes before picking up the wheel saying, “I’ll take this pretty pattern-tracing wheel.”
“Oh, honey,” Karla said to her, “we need to talk.”
“What? You people have come up with perverted uses for this, too?” Cassie asked, holding it up, and the room was filled with good-natured laughter. Cassie shook her head but smiled. It was amazing how far she’d come out of her reclusive shell since she met and married Luke. Angelina surmised that some “vanilla” sensation play might be in her near future with that wheel. She shivered thinking about how delicious the spikes had felt against her own skin, especially her breasts, that first time Marc had played with Nonna’s actual tracing wheel in her bedroom.
When all the prizes on the table had been claimed, Karla instructed Ryder and Luke to position two chairs back to back in the center of the circle, and Adam indicated that Angelina and Marc each be seated in one.
“Vanilla people play this next game with shoes. But we aren’t vanilla. Well, most of us aren’t.”
Everyone laughed again, and Cassie blushed before saying, “Not entirely vanilla anymore. I have learned a few things I’ve enjoyed from Luke.”
“Oh-ho!” came the shouts of a few of the men, several clapping Luke on the back.
“Don’t y’all be teasing my darlin’ now,” he said.
Adam cleared his throat to gain their attention again. “Now I’m going to ask some questions, and all you have to do, Marc and Angelina, is hold up a paddle if your response is Marc or a wooden spoon if the answer is Angelina.”
Karla handed both a spoon. Angelina received the pink fuzzy paddle Marc had first used on her early in their relationship. Marc was given the MINE paddle Luke had made as a Christmas gift for them.
“Karla’s going to keep track of how many times you two agree with each other—and how often you don’t.” Adam paused, and Angelina wondered if there was a prize awarded if the agreements outnumbered the wrong guesses, but he didn’t say more.
“Okay, let’s get started. First question: Who’s messier?”
That was easy. She lifted the spoon. Marc’s Navy training hadn’t worn off all these years later. Everyone clapped, so apparently they’d agreed with one another. No problem there.
“Next, who’s the most stubborn?”
Oh boy. She’d have to give that one a little more thought. “Angelina?” Adam asked. Apparently, Marc had a response. They were both stubborn, so who was worse? She lifted the paddle, but everyone groaned. So Marc thought she was more stubborn, did he?
“Next question. If I lined up all of Marc’s floggers in no particular order, who would rearrange them in order of size and/or color?”
That was another easy one. Marc had asked her to do that before, so she lifted the paddle again. Cheers. Another time they were in agreement.
“Who takes longer showers?”
Up went her spoon, and everyone clapped, so he must have agreed. Again, easy answer due to his Navy training. Marc stuck to his two-minute showers—unless they were in there together and they both stayed the same amount of time.
Stubborn, indeed. Overall, though, they were doing fairly well and had only disagreed on one. Maybe they would get a reward rather than a punishment. Around here, though, it was sometimes hard to tell the difference.
“If there was one chocolate left in the bowl,” Adam began, “who would be more likely to give it to the other?”
Angelina was a pleaser, so she lifted the spoon.
“Awww, it’s so sweet you two would give it to each other,” Cassie said.
“Master Adam,” Karla added, “I’d probably keep it and not tell you about it.”
Everyone laughed.
“Good to know,” he said.
“I love watching Angelina enjoy chocolate,” Marc said, “so I’d receive much more pleasure watching her eat it than keeping it myself.”
“I’d better stock up on Hershey’s kisses for the wedding night,” she said.
More laughter. Everyone seemed to be having fun with the game, even if they weren’t in the hot seats.
“Let’s open it up for others to ask questions,” Adam said. “Anyone?”
“Who made the first move?” Damián asked.
She raised the spoon indicating she’d been first. Then she had second thoughts. “Wait! I guess that depends on if you mean here at the club or when we met a month later at daVinci’s.”
“No explanations allowed,” Adam declared. “Too late anyway. Marc says it was him, so no score there. Next question?”
“Who can go the longest without having an orgasm during play?” Grant asked.
Two paddles were raised. “Poor Marc had blue balls when we first started scening t
ogether,” Angelina said.
“Who knew it was love first?” Savannah asked quietly.
“I’m sure we will agree on this one,” Marc said as both he and Angelina raised a spoon. “She taught me the meaning of love.”
“That is so sweet,” said Cassie. “Okay, my question is who would most likely give in first in a disagreement?” Both agreed it would be Angelina.
“I aim to please!” she explained with a shrug.
“Which one can get the other off quicker?” Luke asked. Another difference of opinion, with each saying it was the other.
“On the flip side, who is more likely to withhold sex as punishment?” Ryder asked.
Once again, they hadn’t agreed. Angelina was certain she’d be the guilty party, but Marc saw it differently.
“You two seem to be disagreeing more lately,” Adam pointed out. “I guess my questions were cream puffs, but there’s time for one more. Megan, you’ve been awfully quiet. Do you have a question?”
“Who wishes you’d decided to elope at this point?” Megan asked. She and Ryder had chosen that path themselves, and Angelina sometimes fantasized about what it would have been like if she and Marc had done so, too.
Torn, Angelina knew she had to be honest, so she raised both the paddle and the spoon. Laughter and a shouted “Angelina!” chorus broke out. She couldn’t resist turning to see that Marc had raised only the paddle.
He also turned to face her to see what the commotion was about and grinned. “You should have listened to me last year, amore, when I first proposed the idea.”
She shrugged. “Too late now.”
“Sorry,” Adam said, “but technically, you didn’t completely agree on that one, so that’s another one in the disagreed column. Before you drift any farther apart, maybe we need to call a halt to further questioning now,” Adam said. “Kitten, what’s our score?”
“Well, we have a tie—six in each column.”
“Interesting,” he said. “Then it looks like we’ll have to reward—or punish, as the case may be—both of them.”
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