By the time they reached the mouth of the cave, she could feel his need pressing down on her and she was expecting him to shove her to the ground and ravish her.
Instead, he let go of her hand and fell back. “I need a moment.” His tone was guttural.
She turned a questioning look at him. His hands were curled into fists at his sides.
“I want you … too much,” he admitted.
Her eyes widened at the giant bulge evident behind his zipper. Trying to control a grin which only earned a scowl from him, she said, “I know what to do.”
She unfurled his right fist, and linked their fingers together. This time it was she who led him into the cave. But, once they entered, she dropped his hand, walking further ahead, her eyes sweeping the scene before her, mouth falling open.
Candles glimmered in varying styles and sizes of votives. Hundreds of them!
“Oh my God, Antonio,” she whispered. “This is … I have no words.” On the spot where they first made love was a queen-size padded centerpiece with decorative pillows scattered around. A bottle of champagne sat chilling in a bucket. They were in their own enchanted cave, like a fairytale … well except she was sure it was going to become dirtier and more erotic.
His warmth engulfed her from behind. “You approve, wife?” She could feel his erection at the small of her back, reminding her that he was a man in full arousal.
Charly reached behind her and palmed his shaft. He was rock hard, all right.
“Fuck,” he hissed by her ear and urged her forward. They shuffled onto the soft makeshift bed and Antonio gripped her shoulders. He didn’t shove her to her knees, but she could feel him vibrating with his fight to hold back.
When she looked at him, his face was etched in the sweetest agony.
“I want you so fucking bad,” he growled.
Charly dropped to her knees in front of him. Antonio’s fingers buried in her hair as though it helped him rein in his feral need. She released his cock from his trousers and brushed the silky, beautifully veined skin. She took it into her mouth.
“Fuck,” he repeated, his grip tightening as her fingers clasped a muscular thigh, hard and coiled with tension, while her other hand fell into a rhythm with her mouth. She sucked him to the back of her throat, intoxicated by her power over him as she licked, stroked, and sucked some more. Antonio continued grunting and cursing. When she released his thigh and cupped his balls, he warned her that he was about to come, so she only sucked him deeper.
“Fuck!”
Warmth spurted to the back of her throat and she welcomed every last drop, finishing off by licking the head of his cock clean. Antonio dropped to his knees in front of her, his thumb wiping at the corners of her mouth.
“Thanks for that,” he rasped, still breathing heavily. “That was quite a wedding gift.” His eyes smoldered. “Lie down on your chest.”
“But I need to take off this …”
“I’ll do it. Lie down.” Antonio was back in command of his senses, guiding her to the position he wanted her to be in. Fingers loosened the corset-type top of her gown, his hands warm as he slipped the dress from her body. It had a built in shelf bra, so all she was left wearing were her lace panties.
“Are you cold?” he asked.
“No.” She was breathless with anticipation.
She heard the pop of the champagne bottle, before cold liquid dripped down between her shoulder blades streaming to the small of her back before scattering in all directions over her butt.
Shuddering, a pulse of wetness twitched between her thighs.
A warm mouth followed the trail of the champagne. Her legs squirmed as her own arousal saturated her panties. Slowly, Antonio turned her on her back and then trickled the bubbly into her mouth before kissing her languidly, teasingly. Then he anointed her breasts. Everywhere that the champagne kissed, his mouth followed.
“Antonio, stop teasing,” she gasped. “Don’t make me regret making you come first.”
“But I’m worshipping your body, meu amore,” he said huskily.
And he showed her exactly what he meant. Throwing her thighs over his shoulders, he took her over the edge with his tongue over and over until she came so hard, she thought the cave had opened up to the stars in the night. Then Antonio claimed her, sinking every glorious inch of him inside her. He thrust in a measured pace, taking his time as they kissed, absorbing each other’s passion and engaging in an act as old as time. Their coupling felt different. There was fulfillment in every thrust, in every kiss, and every tangle of their tongues. Their hearts were intertwined as was their souls.
“Together, meu amor,” Antonio grunted hoarsely.
They broke at the same time, Charly crying out, Antonio roaring like a feral beast, their release free of inhibitions, committing themselves to each other completely.
Coming down from their high, Antonio threw a blanket around them and gathered her into his arms, both of them surrendering to the afterglow. And what an afterglow it was with the candles still shimmering in the cave.
After a while, Antonio said, “We do have a suite at the hotel.”
Charly laughed with contentment. She was too comfortable snuggled into his chest. “Not yet.”
A finger lifted her chin and she stared directly into his heavy-lidded eyes. “I love you, Mrs. Andrade.”
“I love you, Antonio.”
“I’ll never get tired of saying those words to you,” he murmured.
“You better not.”
“For the rest of my life, queen of my heart.”
*** THE END***
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