𝑳𝑰𝑩𝑬𝑹𝑻À

𝐒𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏. 𝐀 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞

LEANDRO:

I take my wifes hand as we depart from the hall that I know we will both forever treasure. I look down at the hand intertwined with mine, or mainly- the ring that decorates her finger so perfectly.

This is the beginning of our future, and I couldn't be more excited to see what it entails.

But right now my main priority is taking off this beautiful dress to uncover the even more breath-taking view underneath it.

"Leandro! what are you doing put me down!" Chiara laughs as I pick her up, truly bridal style and unlock our new hotel room. Red roses the cover the ground and a shit tonne of candles illuminate the room until it's glowing.

I throw her onto the soft bed and waste no time in smashing my lips against hers, my god that's all I have been thinking about tonight.

She moans into the kiss as I throw my blazer half way across the room, she gets to work unbuttoning my shirt as I help slide the arms of her dress down; not breaking the kiss once.

She stops for a moment, wiggling her legs out of the skirt until she's only laying there in a matching white set. The sexiest set I have ever fucking seen and that says a lot, she could look hot in a bin bag.

"Fuck." I groan at the sight, the biggest blessing for my eyes.

"Yeah me, hurry up." She retorts, and just the sound of the desperation in her voice gets me even harder than I already was.

I crash my lips back against hers. Our tongues immediately twirl with each other, a beautiful dance but we're both fighting for the limelight. A moan escapes her lips as her head flies backwards giving me further entrance to deepen the kiss and take over her mouth completely. I unbuckle my belt as my lips move down her neck and collarbone, trailing open mouth kisses all the way down to her abdomen.

"Fuck please Leandro" She moans but I can't move, the view is too magnificent to ruin. I'll never get this moment again so instead of satisfying her wish my eyes stay glued to the sculpture in front of me.

"Take a fucking picture they last longer" She complains, but she's right. So much to her surprise I pull out my phone frommy back pocket, snap a couple of shots and throw it somewhere on the floor.

"Plea-  She doesn't even get to finish that sentence as my tongue latches onto her soaking wet clit. If there's one thing about my woman, it's that she will never have to beg.

"Shittt!" She groans whilst grabbing onto the top of my hair, pushing my head further into her pussy already. My hands place themselves firmly on each thigh as I dive deeper, my tongue working at a million miles per hour.

Licking, sucking, and nibbling on her lips as she lets out heavenly moans of pleasure. My tongue explores further into her pulsating walls, lapping up every corner of her pretentious cunt.

When she starts grinding her hips is when I know she's about to come, and not even thirty seconds later she's crying out

"Fuck I'm gonna come Leandro" She announces and a smile forms on my face as I lift my head out of her walls.

"What the fu-

Once again I don't let her finish the sentence as I pull her up towards me, my body becoming flat against the plush mattress. After pulling her close enough I tell her what she needs to do,

"Come in my mouth amore." And with that she sits on my face, my tongue resuming it's job at pleasuring my wife until her release fills my senses, feeding the starved man that I am.