I couldn’t help but rotate my hips as he massaged my clit, and when he slipped two fingers inside me, I thrust my pelvis to meet him.
“I’d love to watch you come on my hand or in my mouth, but I think, Steph, it’s about time, you come on my cock.”
“Oh my God,” I breathed as he finger fucked me harder.
Luca slipped down the sheets and spread my thighs, latched his succulent mouth onto my sex, and thrust his tongue inside me. I writhed on the bed, and he reached up to pinch my nipples again.
The waves of an orgasm beginning made me arch my back and cry out.
“Not yet, baby. Hold on. I want you to fall apart on my dick. Don’t come until I tell you.”
Luca grabbed my hips and pulled himself up my body. He lined up his erection with my opening and penetrated me fully. I screamed out in both pain and pleasure. The feeling was so new. I froze, trying to accommodate him. His cock looked huge, and it felt too big to fit inside—that was until I calmed down and Luca slowly started moving.
He gently withdrew his length halfway as he sucked on my tits. Then he thrust himself back in, making me see stars every time the base of his cock came into contact with my clit.
It wasn’t long before I could no longer hold it in. The orgasm began to rise and crest with the rhythm of his music. For Luca made music like this too, and I’d never known what it felt like to live inside one of his songs until this instant. My body started to quake and tremble as the waves of orgasm overcame me. My inner muscles clenched at his manhood until he was arched up away from me and thrusting even faster. As my body worked to claim him and take him even deeper, I felt his cock give a final twitch, and then he was exploding inside me. We clung to one another as the last pulses of pleasure vacated our bodies.
I fell asleep wrapped up in Luca’s arms.
When I woke hours later at dusk, I felt an immediate soreness between my legs that made me blush and smile. I brought my hand up from under the sheet and stared at the gorgeous ring. Luca came hopping out of the bathroom, his phone in one hand, the other pulling up his tight rocker jeans. He was so devastatingly handsome, my chest ached just from looking at him.
“Who are you talking to?” I asked in a whisper.
“Press. TMZ. My publicist.”
I cocked an eyebrow and instinctively pulled the sheet over my breasts.
“That’s fine too. Masterson Engaged to High School Sweetheart has a nice ring to it, don’t you think? I’ll send official photos as soon as we take some. Right now we’re as naked as the day we were born.”
I threw a pillow at his head. Luca tossed it right back at me, a killer smile plastered on his face.
“No, tonight’s evening news is great. I want the world to know that Stephanie Wilson is officially off the market, soon to become Mrs. Luca Masterson.”
Two Years Later
“You nervous?” Trevor asked as we waited by the alter.
I looked at the crowd of forty people. I was used to standing in front of people. The difference here was that this crowd mattered more than all than all the others combined. Today’s performance was also the most important of my life. I was marrying the woman of my dreams, and after today, Steph would mine. Forever. I tried to pretend I wasn’t nervous, but it showed through. This was stage fright, performance anxiety amplified to the max, but I’d never felt more determined to take the stage and pour my heart out.
“Man, I got my eye on the prize. Can’t wait for the honeymoon to start,” I lied. I mean, truth be told, I was extremely ready to have Stephanie to myself, but I wanted to do this right. I wanted today to be perfect for us both. I couldn’t wait for married life to start. I wanted to have babies, move into that damn Southern-style house I bought her. For as long as I could remember, she wanted a big, airy house, with three stories, a wraparound porch, and a giant yard with fruit trees. She didn’t know it yet, but I’d built her dream home, and I was losing my mind waiting to show it to her. The house was my wedding present to my bride. The whole thing was hers, in her name, papers signed, deed delivered last night.
When the music started and Peter Gabriel’s voice came through the speakers, I knew my girl was on her way to me. We’d picked “The Book of Love” because it spoke to us—about how love was eternal and how we were meant to be. When I looked up and saw my beautiful girl walking toward me, I felt my heart constrict in my chest. Our whole life together flashed before my eyes. From roughhousing together as kids to me someday walking our daughters down the aisle. Having Stephanie by my side brought meaning to my life. She was like an angel, gracefully gliding along the floor in her dress. I didn’t know what I’d done to deserve her, but I was so grateful she loved me just as fiercely as I loved her. When she finally reached the altar and put her hand in mine, I could feel the silky softness of her skin. My whole body was on fire in anticipation of stripping her out of that dress and consummating our union.