Marissa
I giggle as Gio carries me across the threshold. “I think you’re supposed to wait until we’re married to do this?”
“Yeah?” he says. “Fuck that. I’m gonna carry you across the threshold any damn time I want to. You know why?”’
“Because you own me?” I purr. The very thing I once resisted has now become my mating call. Just hearing him say it, or his demand that I say it, makes me wet.
“Because you’re wearing my ring. Which makes you mine.” He swings by the kitchen but refuses to put me down. “Pick out a bottle of wine, angel.” He holds me over the wine chiller.
I pick a muscato, since this is dessert, and grab the wine opener from a drawer as my ferryman carries me past it. “How will we carry glasses?” I giggle. I’m all out of hands and his are full with me. “Oh, wait, I’ve got it.” I snug the bottle between our two bodies and reach for the cabinet. He walks me closer to get two tiny dessert wine glasses out.
“I really want you to put me down so I can make us a cheese and fruit plate,” I tell him.
“I’m not putting you down.”
I look into his beautiful brown eyes. My stubborn, possessive, incredible man. To think I almost fucked this thing with him up.
He carries me into the bedroom. I still think of it as his bedroom, even though I moved in here after things went down with Nonno. We’ve made up since then, but it took me a while to forgive him. Especially when I think about missing out on this.
I’m so freaking happy with Gio. Once I finally let him in, allowed myself to receive everything he wanted to give to me, I found his affection to be bottomless. He just wants to give and give and give. Money, affection, time, gifts, sex. He’s nothing but present with me.
With him I feel like anything’s possible. Like opening Giovanni’s. And yes, I’m the one who insisted we call it that. I needed to honor him that way, even though he thinks it’s embarrassing.
Gio uncorks the wine while I unbutton his dress shirt and run my hands beneath the undershirt to trace the solid muscles of his chest. He pours two glasses and holds his up. “To more.”
I laugh. “More what?”
“More everything. More of us. More restaurants. More adventures. How about that trip to Italy? We can go for our honeymoon. Or hell, we could get married there.”
My eyes water like they always do when I realize he really is going to make all my dreams come true. “To more.” I manage not to warble too much and lift my glass to clink his. After I take a sip, he takes it from my hand and puts it on the nightstand with his.
“Why are you still dressed, angel?”
I pull down the zipper on my dress and slip it off. “I’m not.”
He pulls the straps out on my bra and lets them snap. “What is this?”
I hurry to slip out of my bra and panties. Of course, he’s still fully dressed, in the power play he loves to maintain. “Better?”
“Much.” He pushes me back and crawls over me, pulling my knees up to spread my legs wide. “Play with your nipples,” he orders, then lowers his head and licks into me.
“Hah… ah.” My breath comes out in syllables of pleasure as I writhe under his tongue. He flicks the tip over my clit a few times, then runs his tongue around the inside of my lips.
“Gio.” I bring my hands down to wend through his hair and the giant diamond on my finger catches the light. I’m not used to its weight. Its size. Its significance.
This is real.
I have to keep reminding myself.
Gio penetrates me with his tongue, then swirls it through my folds again. When he suctions his mouth over my clit, I moan and pull his hair.
He lifts his head. “What did I tell you to do with those hands, angel?”
I yank my hands back to my breasts and tug my nipples. He shakes his head in mock disappointment. “Punishment time.”
The ripple of anticipation is immediate. I blink, thrills of excitement sending heat flushing to the surface of my skin.
Gio flips me over with a hand at my hip and leans over and bites my ass.
“Ow!” I squeal, even though it doesn’t hurt. I kick my feet.
He pins both my hands behind my back and starts spanking me. I wriggle with the pleasure of being held captive, of receiving his punishment. It smarts at first and I squirm under the spanks, but once my butt heats up, every spank becomes pleasurable. My arousal drips between my legs.
“Gio,” I pant, wanting more.
“You need a good fucking, baby?”
“Yes.” I hear the rustle of his pants opening.
“That’s good, because I definitely need to take you rough and hard.”
“Yes! Rough and hard. Yes, please.”
He chuckles as he rubs the head of his cock between my legs. “I’m going bareback, angel.” He sinks into me and I moan with satisfaction. “You gonna give me babies? Because I want the full package. Lots of little Tacones running around.”
Pleasure explodes in my chest. I used to think I’d wait until I was at least thirty to start a family. You know, work on my career. But now I don’t want to wait. I want the full package, too.
I arch my back to let Gio get deeper, relishing the sensation of his loins bumping my smarting ass each time he rocks in.
“Fuck, Marissa, you feel so good.” He continues to thrust, firmly enough he has to hold my shoulder to keep me from sliding up on the bed. “This hot little body keeps me hard all the fucking time. You know that? How do you think I made it through dinner with you in that sexy dress that showed off every curve?”
I moan.
“You’re so wet for me. Such a good girl.” He fucks me harder now and I have to stretch my arms out to brace against the headboard.
I spread my fingers and look at the big rock on my left hand.
“I like fucking you when you’re wearing my ring, baby. Do you know what it means?”
“That you own me?” I say breathily.
“Yes, certainly. And that you own me, angel. The Tacone men might be a lot of things, but we are faithful to our women. Our father taught us one thing right. Treat your woman like fucking gold.”
My eyes are wet again. I whimper my next cry.
Gio grips the headboard above me and drills me hard. In and out like a jackhammer with his promises ringing in my ears.
“Gio,” I sob. Not because I have anything to say. More because I’m thanking God for him. “Gio.”
“Fuck, yes!” he roars and comes. At the same time, he reaches down and plucks one of my nipples, pinching hard and sending me over the edge. I come, hurtling into blissful oblivion as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through me.
When the fireworks stop exploding and I return from the moon, Gio drops down beside me and interlaces his fingers under mine to turn and twist my hand at different angles. The diamond glints and gleams in every direction.
“It’s beautiful,” I say softly. “I love it, Gio.”
“I thought you were going to tell me it’s too big.”
“It’s way too big,” I say with a laugh. “And it’s exactly perfect.”
“Oh yeah?”
“You picked it out. This is the ring you wanted me to wear. It’s a gift from you. That makes it perfect in my book.”
Gio kisses my forehead, my nose, my lips. “I love you, Marissa.”
“I’m yours, Gio. You have all of me—my heart, my body, my soul. I love you forever.”
He cradles the side of my face in his hand, and I nuzzle into it as he gazes at me with wonder.
“To more,” I whisper.
“To more,” he echoes.
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