61| overwhelm

                                    

                                          
•Aria Marino•
(Mature content)
       His hand trailed all over my exposed back, going up to my shoulders and pushing the dress off, making it fall to the ground.
        I stepped out of it and he pulled me back all the way to him, leaning down to place kisses along my neck.
        It has been way too long since we have done this and I have been wanting it.
        I scoot back further, the small of my back meeting with something hard. He groans, his arm wrapping around me, his finger meeting with my exposed nipple.
        His other hand grabs my waist, and he leads me to the restroom, immediately shutting the door and spinning me around so we are facing each other.
        He lifts me up, placing me on the counter, "Fuck, sweetheart, we have to be quick," he groans breathlessly, kissing my neck as he pulls my underwear off.
        I nod, not being able to concentrate on one thing at a time. He gets on his knees in front of me, grabbing a leg in each hand and spreading them.
         He pushes my torso back so I lean against the mirror behind me and he attaches himself to me, a straight lick from my entrance to my clit, sucking on it. 
        I moaned softly, gripping onto his hair. His fingers teased my entrance as his tongue played with my clit, his other hand caressing my thigh back and forth.
       There was a knock on the door to the main room and it opened. I gasped, but Matteo did not stop. "Matteo," I gasp, pulling his hair.
         "Shhh, sweetheart, you don't want anyone to hear you, now do you?" he asks quietly, his voice so annoyingly seductive.
       I shake my head and he smirks, pushing two fingers into me, making me gasp once again and my hand covers my mouth. 
       His hand that was on my thigh grabs my arm and pulls it down, not allowing me to cover up my sounds.
        He begins sucking on my clit again, his fingers curling inside me.
        "Aria?" I hear Evelyn's voice outside.
         I bite my lip to not make any noise as my orgasm gets closer and closer every second.
         I hear her walk out and the door shuts, making me let out a load moan, but Matteo stops what he is doing.
         I groan, needing him to touch me again, "You did so good, melodia," he groans, attacking my lips again after standing up. 
         I moan against his mouth as he picks me up again, this time pinning me to the wall. I unbuckle his pants and push them down as far as I can, his hard dick springing out. 
         "Fuck me," I moan, my lips at his neck as he lines his dick up with my entrance. 
         He groans, "Who are you, sweetheart?" he asks roughly, still not going in me.
         "I am your wife," I whine just before he pushes into me, my walls stretching out to accommodate him. He lets out a sharp sigh, his jaw clenched at the feeling of me wrapped around him. 
        God it's been so long but it still feels so good. "That's right, melodia," he begins, his voice hoarse as he starts with slow but hard thrusts. "You are my wife, and I am your husband." he groans, his hips speeding up at my nails dig into his neck. "You are mine, forever." 
        I throw my head back as he slams into my g-spot over and over again as his thrusts are even faster now, one hand under my ass to keep me up and the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. 
        I whimper and moan as he fucks me hard against the wall, his groans and whimpers so intoxicating and addicting. 
        "Rub your clit, melodia," he groans, making me moan.
        One hand leaves his neck, going down his chest, to right above where our hips meet. My finger finds my clit and I rub it at the same speed as his thrusts.
         He looks down at me touching myself and groans harshly, leaning forward until his lips meet my neck. "You are so sexy," he says into my ear.
         He goes back to my neck, biting softly, then licking over the area.
         I feel shivers being sent down my spine as my orgasm catches up to me. "I'm going to cum," I moan, rubbing my clit even faster.
         The sound of our skin slapping is way louder than the vents and he groans, going even harder into me, rubbing into that same sensitive spot every time.
         "Can I cum inside of you, Mrs. Rossi?" He asks, his voice hoarse and his thrusts turning sloppy but still fast.
         I nod, my back arching off the wall, "Yes," I moan loudly as I cum, and he pushes into me one last time before stopping and releasing into me. 
        We both take a minute to catch our breath before he lets me down, turning me around and setting me on the counter. 
         He cleans me up, then holds me, kissing me on the forehead, then lips. "I love you," he says, staring into my eyes. His pupils are so wide that green in his eyes is only a small sliver.
         "I love you too," I tell him.
          He helps me get changed into my new dress for the reception. It's not something I think I would normally wear but I still think it's very cute and I love it.