Sincerely, Yours

32 ~ fun *

RILEY'S POV

I tug his hair as he lays me on the couch, he begins kissing my neck, "wait let me take this dress off." I say before getting up, "unzip me." I say while standing back towards him, he unzips it half of an inch, "more," another half-inch, "more," another half-inch. "All the way," I whisper before he unzips it all the way and I slide it off me.

I turn around so I'm facing him while I'm left in a bra and panties, I pull off his shirt leaving my eyes to linger. "Look at me Bambina," my eyes look into his for a moment before I realize he removed his pants leaving my eyes to stare at the bulge in his boxers, "My eyes not my dick." He smiles before kissing me.

"Now you made promises that will be kept." He says before placing me back on the couch. "Marco I swear to fucking god if you tease me I will," Im interrupted by him taking my panties off and licking my clit, "holy fucking shit," I say while holding onto the couch for dear life. "Marco I want you," I moan while his tongue continues to please me.

He picks me up and lays me on the bed before his lips return to my pussy, his tongue circles my clit while he inserts two fingers inside of me. Fuck, it feels way too good. I begin getting closer to cumming, "god, I love you." I manage to get out in between my moans, he adds another finger leaving three inside of me causing my hips to jerk. "Marco I'm going to," I can't finish before I cum. Marco doesn't stop, "holy shit Marco." My voice still shaking, "I'll stop when I'm done." He says before resuming.

He continues for minutes causing me to cum again until he stops. "You taste good," he smiles before kissing me, "I must you ate like your last meal." He flips us around so I'm on top of him, I get off of him and run into the living room and grab the box. I place it on the bed next to him before pulling off his boxers. I sit on top of him leaving his dick touching my back, I lean down and kiss him. I lean over to his ear, "I am not fucking you on my wedding night." I whisper in his ear slightly leaning down on his dick before getting up and running into the bathroom. 

He runs after me, pushing me against the shower door. "So ill fuck you," he whispers in my ear before I feel his dick near my entrance. My nails dig into his back as he continues to tease me, "please." I moan, "Please what?" "Please fuck me, now." He takes me back to the bed and leaves me on the edge of it so my ass is hanging off. He lines his dick up because thrusting into me, Jesus fuck, "Marco," my voice shaky and unclear. My word only made him go faster, he definitely wanted me screaming his name.

I attempt to grab the sheets instead of screaming but I could barely see straight and definitely, couldn't move my arms so I screamed, loudly. He continues thrusting into me, his hand began circling my clit and it was more than enough to make me finish then, and there. More than enough being way too way much, overstimulation is a bitch. It feels so good but so bad, "Marco" I manage to get out.  I feel him release in me as he throws his head back, he pulls out, and lays next to me. 

"I'm going to go start a bath," I say before trying to get up, I fall back onto the bed. "Can you go start a bath?" I ask, "did I break you?" "Well I wouldn't use that word but sure." I laugh before he gets up, I hear the bath run and he comes back into the bedroom. "I broke you," he says before sitting next to me, "no you took the ability for me to walk for a day or two," I say, he picks me up and places me in the bathtub while the water is still running. He tries to walk away, "where are you going?" I ask, "leaving you to heal." "I will heal just fine with you, and a glass of wine or tequila," I say while smiling, he walks out of the bathroom and comes back with a bottle of wine and two glasses. 

"Get in," I say while motioning him over. He sinks into the tub sitting next to me, "I love you." I say while resting my head on his shoulder, "so wanna go again?" "Marco you did not just ask me that," I say shocked "I do but I cant." He begins massaging my thighs under the water, "I mean I cannot physically." "My family is coming in from Italy we're having dinner with them Tuesday if you want." He was diffidently nervous, "Im your wife, of course, I will, do they speak any English?" "They speak, enough." "What family do you have your parents died right?" I ask immediately realizing it was horrible and insensitive, "My uncle and cousin."

 His phone begins ringing, "Shit I have to go." He says before standing up, "How do you know you haven't looked at it?" "Different ringtones for how important it is, ill be back soon." He says before kissing me on the forehead and then rushing out of the house. 

I finish in the bath with only two glasses of wine and lay on my bed, lonely and alone. I hear a knock on the door and hope it's Marco when I open it it is not Marco. "Elijah, what are you doing here?" "Im sure Aria told you," "that you guys broke up, she did." I say while opening the door and letting him in, "Im leaving, I just wanted to say sorry for taking advantage." "Advantage of what?" I ask, "Of you, Marco was in Italy and you were vulnerable." "I was not vulnerable I was fine, it was my fault anyway."

"I pick my dick against your ass," "But then I turned around so you could kiss me." 'But then I brought wine to your room," he says while walking closer to me. "But then I made out with you." He gets even closer, "but I joined you in the shower." He says before walking closer, the tension was high. "but I told Chase to call you, and then we had sex so it was my fault." He was insanely close to me, my lips. "Elijah, what are you doing?" "Should I not be doing it?" He asks while so close to me that I could feel his breath.

 "I'm married, I love Marco so if you have something going on you should go hook up with someone at a bar," I say before stepping away from him. "I am not some fragile china glass I am not something that you can hook up with when you want, a terrible thing happen to you, you got your heart broken I get that but if you can't be an adult around me then leave."  

"Sorry I just wanted to say goodbye," he sounded sad, hurt, or something. "Goodbye is a word, not an action."

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