by Nikki Winter
Taking in gulps of air, she pushed him back and made him kneel. Aubrey’s hands gripped the sides of his sweatpants, briefly admiring the tent pitched inside, and dragged them down his hips. When his cock bounced free, her eyes widened and she took a second to peer up at him. “You’ve been holding out on me, Santiago.”
He grinned. “Not anymore.” He had her on her knees with her shorts and panties down so fast it made her dizzy for a second before the head of his member was pressed to her entrance.
“You realize that this will change everything,” Carlo said.
“Uh-huh.” She tried to move backwards to get what she so desperately wanted, but he held back.
“No more popping in and out. I want you with me all the time, Aubrey.”
“Okay.”
“I catch another man near you that isn’t related and I’ll kill him.”
“Yeah, sure.” Her hips were still pressing backwards and he was still evading her.
“I’m serious, Aubrey.”
Her hands slapped the mat. “Okay! Okay! Just stop screwing with me and actually screw me! Please!”
His low chuckle should’ve pissed her off, but when he shoved all that steel wrapped in velvet into her...well, being mad was the last thing on her mind.
***
Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come. Please don’t come. Carlo chanted to himself, trying to hold on to a modicum of control, but the way her inner muscles gripped his cock so snuggly had him losing the battle quickly. When she clenched around him, he growled, “Aubrey, I’m trying to take this slow.”
Her head shook, her back dipped, and her beautiful ass taunted him. “Don’t want slow, Carlo. Not now. We can do slow later. Right now I want fast and hard.” To drive that point home, she clenched around him again and thrust back against him.
A man could only take so much, and he’d taken enough. Carlo’s arms locked around her waist as he pulled out and thrust back in hard enough that Aubrey’s moan echoed off the empty gym’s walls. He didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. Delirium was eating at any sense he had as her hands reached back, grabbing the halves of his ass, her nails digging in.
Her whimpers turned to moans which turned into demands. “Don’t stop... Don’t stop... Please don’t stop... Carlo...” Her hands hit the mat again, her hips matching his frantic pace.
He couldn’t stop even if he tried. She felt too good and moaned just right. “Say it again.” He grunted, thrusting harder, one hand pinching and pulling her nipples, the other strumming her clit until she screamed.
“Car-lo.” Her voice fractured, making his hips pump harder. He pressed his chest to her back, pinning her hands down, and his eyes rolled back when she squeezed him just that much tighter. Angling his hips, Carlo knew the exact moment he hit her spot because Aubrey’s spine dipped low once again and she ground against him, sobs of pleasure pouring from her mouth.
And when she came, screaming his name once again, he careened right over the edge with her.
Late Nights and Early Mornings
“Você se sente tão bom, olhos castanhos.”
Oh damn. It was too early for this; too early for the way he was rubbing up against her like a cat and purring in Portuguese. It was too early for the way his voice went down an octave, the sound bottoming out in her stomach and working its way up like a caress. And it was damn sure too early for the way he had her legs on his shoulders while he glided into her all slow and maddening, but damned if it didn’t feel good like he’d just said. Three years, and this was what she’d been missing out on? Carlo had sexed her to sleep, then sexed her back awake just to do it all over again.
Tears wet her lashes as he spread her legs wider and went much deeper, rubbing right against what she needed him to. They’d played this game of calling “Uncle!” all night. Slow to fast and then back again, whoever broke first lost, and Aubrey had lost a lot. Carlo worked her over like dough, knowing what to say and how to say it, which way to move, and he stroked her ego as good as he’d stroked her body. The crown of her head dug into her pillow. The man was good. Early dawn was peeking through his bedroom curtains; they’d been up most of the night, and yet here he was still talking shit that he was backing up rather well.
“Been waiting to do this for years, olhos castanhos,” he whispered in her ear, stopping to nip the lobe.
She whimpered. “Do what?”
“Put you to sleep coming and wake you up the same way.” Oh damn, his voice had gone low again, sending a shudder up her spine and making her arch into him some more.
“Carlo...”
“Yes, baby?”
“Finish it, please?”
“Are you calling ‘uncle’?”
“Yes! Yes! Now please...” Her words truncated when he sped up his thrusts, each one tearing a groan out of her. His mouth found a nipple and sucked hard while his hands trailed down and pinched her clit, and just like that she was bucking and coming.
***
“I can feed myself,” Aubrey grumbled but took a bite of the strawberry he held out to her regardless.
Carlo rubbed one of the thighs around his waist. “Yes, but this is so much more fun for me.”
She rolled her eyes and adjusted the way she was straddling him. “Why is there no bacon involved in this breakfast?”
“Because somebody came into the kitchen wearing nothing but one of my t-shirts—which I know for a fact she’s naked under. Thus, I was distracted and settled on a fruit tray so I could watch these lips wrap around every piece.” He licked the fruit juice from her chin then kissed her.
She moved against him subtly and sighed. “I don’t even like fruit. Yet I’ll probably cream myself walking past the produce section from now on.”
He grinned. “Just make sure I’m around to help.”
She blew a raspberry at him.
“Watch it or I’ll find better uses for that tongue, Richards.”
One perfectly shaped brow rose. “I’ve got a pretty good idea.”
He frowned when she slid from his lap and stood, then grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the chair they’d been sitting in. His frown faded when she re-took said chair and pulled him by his hips to stand in front of her. Carlo had been up and going since this morning, but with her licking her lips and staring at the tent pitched in his boxers, well, his cock sprung at least another inch or so. “Uh...Aubrey?”
“Huh?” She raked her nails across his nipples, then down his sides before dragging his boxers down his hips.
“Watcha doing?” he asked slowly.
“About to have the most important meal of the day.” Her eyes met his right before she rubbed a piece of melon on the length of his cock and engulfed him.
***
She was sure she heard him whimper, but she fought her laugh and took him to the back of her throat. Aubrey could vaguely hear him chanting something out loud that sounded suspiciously like, “Don’t come, don’t come. Please don’t come.”
Ignoring it, she pulled back and took him in again as her hand found his balls and rolled them gently in her palm. His shout made her grin, but then he had to ruin it by pulling her off. “That’s it.” Grabbing her about the waist, her back hit the kitchen wall and her legs were wrapped around his hips before he was inside her pounding away.
***
“I love you, Aubrey,” Carlo said softly, staring down into her face.
She grinned. “I know you do.”
He popped her on the ass. “I better get a response back that’s better than that one.” He growled.
“That growling just makes me all horny and stuff.” She giggled a little.
“Aubrey Marie Richards ...”
Laughing now, she held up her hands. “Okay, okay. I love you too. I guess.”
His brows rose along with his body as he loomed over her in bed. “You guess?”
She shrugged. “I think I need to be convinced to love you all the way.”
“What exactly have I been doing
for the past day?”
“Helping me burn calories.”
He snorted, then lowered himself between her legs. “Looks like we’ve got some more exercising to do, Richards. Ready to hit the mat?” Carlo whispered against her lips.
She nodded, nipped his bottom lip, and whispered back. “More than ready.”
Happy Endings
Two months later…
“You look damn good in this dress, baby.” Carlo’s hands wandered down her back and then over the curve of her ass. She’d successfully taken off what she deemed as “unnecessary ass,” although he just saw it as extra to love on.
For the fourth time she moved them back to her waist. “Cut that out before somebody sees us,” Aubrey hissed.
He leered. “I think it’s perfectly acceptable for a husband to grope his wife.”
“The whole clan already has it out for us for this last-minute wedding, Carlo and I can’t protect you if the males catch you with your hands on my ass.”
“I have a license and a ring.”
“Yes, then you’ll need a will and burial site.”
He chuckled and pulled her closer while they moved slowly across the dance floor in the reception hall. Not wanting to wait to marry the love of his life, Carlo had done his best to plan an impromptu wedding for himself and Aubrey within the same time frame as Gwen and Tony’s. Eventually seeing that he was exceptionally close to pulling all of his hair out, Gwen suggested they just do both weddings at the same time; so, very grateful for the offer, he paid for half of everything and took them up on it.
Things had managed to go well for the most part—he’d even managed to keep the little invert Robbie the hell away from his woman with just a look. He was relaxed aside from the constant threats of being left in pieces that he and Tony received all day from brothers, uncles, fathers, and even grandfathers that had him watching his back. Really he hadn’t experienced life until Aubrey’s dad pulled him aside and simply said, “You hurt her and I’ll break every bone in your body.” Slapping Carlo on the back after that, he added, “Discussion over,” and walked away. Carlo was still keeping an eye out for Mr. Richards.
But right now all was right in his world. He had his wife in his arms with very dirty thoughts floating in his head, a honeymoon planned that was fit for royalty, and every intention of filling her with babies later tonight. He sighed, pressing his cheek to the top of her head. “I love you, Mrs. Santiago.”
“I love you too; now please get your hands off my ass. How many times do I have to ask?” She groaned.
“Maybe I need to be convinced, baby.”
She peered up at him, then grinned that mischievous grin he loved so much. “Let’s work it out, Mr. Santiago.”
END
