Rushed(125)

"What do you mean?" I asked, and Daniel laughed.

“We decided that the night before the wedding, we'd go back to sleeping in separate bedrooms. Makes tomorrow seem, I don't know, a little more old-fashioned? It'd be about the only thing old-fashioned about our relationship, but hey, why not? You might want to look at doing the whole wedding thing here, you know.”

“What? Why?" I asked, curious. "Don't tell me the family wants another wedding."

"No, but the INS will probably want a governmental wedding certificate if they're going to grant you a green card. You might just need to go down to City Hall and do the whole thing over again."

"I think we can manage that,” Tomasso said, squeezing my shoulders. "I'd marry Luisa again every day if I had to."

Tomasso and I went inside while Adriana and Daniel said their farewells for the night, and as soon as the door was closed, he pulled me close, kissing me hard. "I've been wanting to do that for hours," he whispered in my ear when our lips parted. "I need you, Mrs. Bertoli."

"Then lead the way, my husband," I purred in reply. "I may have forgotten which room is yours. We wouldn't want to frighten the staff."

It wasn't the most romantic dance-like sojourn through the halls and up the stairway to the second floor, not with Tomasso's cane and brace thumping on the hardwood floor and carpets, but it didn't matter. When we reached his room, I laughed when we closed the door. "You know, this would be our chance to actually consummate our marriage?"

"So how would you like to celebrate the occasion?" He murmured, chuckling. "As frisky as I feel, I do have certain physical limitations right now."

"Which I’m going to take advantage of," I said, thinking quickly. I led him over to a chair, which was perfect, since it had no arms, just solid wood with a well-padded seat. "Sit down."

Tomasso took a seat, a small grin on his face. "This reminds me of the first night we had sex. Except you're wearing a cute dress instead of that suit."

"Me too," I replied, straddling his legs and running my fingers through his hair. I lifted his head up, and we kissed, soft and loving, different than that first strip dance that broke through so many barriers. This was instead a confirmation of our bond, and I trembled while Tomasso stroked his fingers up and down my spine, pulling me closer until my breasts squashed against his upper chest. I smiled as he broke our kiss to nuzzle and suck at the soft skin around my cleavage. “So that's what you like."

"I love every square inch of you, from the top of your head to the tips of your toes," his muffled reply came from between my breasts. "Your news just sped up what I already wanted."

“You sure you’re not just saying that now since you have no choice?” I said, pushing his head back.

He stopped and looked up into my face, his hazel eyes full of warmth. “I thought I was before, but I knew I was in love with you the moment you stepped on that plane to go back to Brazil. I wanted to ask you then, but I was worried that it would be too fast, that we'd be rushing things. I spent my days from the time you left until I stepped off the plane in Porto Alegre trying to figure out how to bring you back to me."

I smiled and ran my fingers along the bruising underneath his left eye, smiling. “I bet you didn’t think it’d be a baby that brought it all together. So no regrets?"

"None."

I felt tears in the corners of my eyes, which I blinked away as I quickly leaned in to kiss my husband again, our tongues touching as passion grew deep in the pit of my belly. I could feel him grow hard underneath me, and I grinned at the sounds coming from him as I shifted my hips back and forth, my panties rubbing over the bulge of his crotch.

"Tell me, what do you want tonight?” I purred, grabbing the back of the chair and leaning back, relishing the sensations. It was maddening but electric as the firm bulge rubbed against me through my silk panties, erotic as we rubbed against each other even while leaving our clothes on.

“Tonight is your night,” Tomasso grunted out, distracted as my hips moved faster and faster.

"Mmm, good," I gasped, giving in to my body's desires as I rode him faster and faster, my voice reduced to guttural groans and gasps as my * flared over and over, pulsing with pleasure as I approached my orgasm. Tomasso held me secure and safe, his left arm on the small of my back while his right hand massaged my breasts, adding to the powerful sensations coursing through me. With a choked cry, I came, my fingers squeezing the back of the chair as he held me tight, letting the waves of pleasure wash over me.

I hadn't even realized that I had that sneaking fear until I said it, and the fact that Tomasso said he loved me and had no regrets freed the last of my worries. I grinned as I got off his lap. "I seem to have stained your suit pants. We should get those off you before it sets.”

Leaning forward, I unbuttoned his coat, stripping the clothes off his upper body. I kissed and licked at his skin as each perfect bit was revealed to me until Tomasso was naked from the waist up. I got to my knees and gave him a grin as I undid his belt and eased the zipper of his pants down.

"I have something special I'd like to do for you. Hold on," I said, pulling his pants down. I was flummoxed for a second by his leg brace, but I'd gotten good at the straps, and quickly had it off, pulling his pants the rest of the way off, leaving him naked and powerful. "I'll be right back. Stay exactly like that."