Love Me for Eternity || Bruno Madrigal

Chapter 23: It was Our Wedding Night

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Explicit Sexual Content

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As soon as you were in the confines of Bruno's room, your lips immediately found each other in a passionate kiss. Unlike the other kisses that you've had before, this was needy; desperate for a release that would unwind both of your souls. His hands roamed everywhere—your back, your shoulders, your arms—anywhere he can feel you .

" Amor , you don't know how much I've waited for this," he said through your heated kiss. You tangled your fingers through his hair, pulling on it in desperation. You wanted him so bad, and it didn't help that he was starting to explore the lower parts of you.

"...day and night, I've imagined what you'd look like in my arms like this, absolutely smitten, and unraveling yourself to me." He caught your lips again, but this time, it was more loving—more gentle. He stripped you off of your reception gown, only leaving you with your bra and bloomers. He marveled at the sight of you before he attacked your neck with wet kisses.

"You're gorgeous, absolutely stunning. And to think I have you all to myself." He sighs to your neck, his hands now resting itself on your ass. You moaned when he sucked on a sensitive area of your neck, succumbing to the pleasure that your lover—your husband was handing to you on a silver platter.

"And here I thought you were my innocent little Brunito, tonto ~" you pulled yourself away from his lips, a string of spit connecting the both of you; a tell-tale sign of what pleasures were to come. You blew hot air into his ears, making him shiver in your hold. The way you teased him with such mischief—that glint in your eye that seemed to gloss over you made him putty in your hands. At that moment, he knew he lost a losing battle of dominance, therefore he submitted himself to the hands that roamed on his clothed chest and caressed every inch of his torso.

"You were so beautiful when you walked down the aisle— Dios —it took everything in me not to take you right then and there as soon as you held my hand in the altar." He groaned as you started to push him down his bed, no, your bed. You left ghosting touches on his arms, to his neck, and you slowly unbuttoned his guayabera revealing his lean chest covered in thick chest hair. You licked your lips—he looked beautiful under your gaze as he squirmed, desperate for more contact.

"And you've been such a good boy during the ceremony, mi esposo~ " he shivered as soon as he heard the praise. You internally grinned; you'll have to take note of that.

You straddled his hips tight, grinding your own to his pelvis. You noticed the growing bulge that seemed to form a tent on his pants, so you trailed your hands slowly towards his growing member and palmed it through his pants. His breath shuddered as he whined, bucking his hips ever so slightly.

"Mi amor—" his breath was shaky, his cheeks warm. If such a simple touch brought forth such pleasure, how much more could you do?

"Tell me what you want, mi esposo, " you continued to palm his throbbing erection, his whining absolute music to your ears.

"I—I want you, mi esposa. " He groaned. You kissed him with great fervor as you released his erection from the constraints of his pants. It stood in attention, a bead of precum already forming on the tip. A wicked thought crosses your mind as you witness the way he seems to bid at your will; how much has he wanted you? How much had he controlled himself while you pranced around while teasing him since your engagement?