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His lips come to my forehead and he fingers my zipper, pulling it down slowly. I try to control my breathing and beating heart. He turns me to face him, my gown now holding on only by the thin straps at my shoulders. His molten eyes searing down at me, sweeping my face, my hair, down to my body. I barely feel the tips of his fingers glide up my bare arms, his touch so light but significant, leaving a trail of tingling goose bumps across my skin. Up his fingers go to my shoulders and, hooking his index fingers under each strap, slowly pulls them down letting gravity take over as my gown pools at my feet.

Standing in front of Tony in nothing but my grey and pink lace panties, he brings his hands up to my face to pull me close. On a breath, he repeats what he said this morning, “I love you.”

Chapter 12 – Happy

Leigh

Hearing it the second time, I still can’t believe it. It’s new and scary, because if this is what it’s like to be loved, then I know for certain I’ve never been loved. I was kidding myself in the beginning of my marriage and it didn’t take long for me to figure out Preston never loved me. He’s not capable of love. As a child, I realized my mom didn’t love me when I experienced the way Gabby’s parents loved her.

This is a new. To be cared for. To be cherished.

New, but scary.

Tony’s kiss that started slow and sweet and has become hot and passionate. My fingers fumble with his buttons trying to get his shirt off as he moves me to the foot of the bed. After I make clumsy work of his shirt, I yank it down his arms as he toes his shoes off at the same time. He reclaims my mouth with one hand going to the center of my back and the other dips straight into my panties pulling me into to him. His lips make their way down the side of my neck to my breasts, his hand at my back pressing up for me to arch into him and he sucks hard.

He lets go before I want him to. “Up on the bed, gem.”

Breathing hard, I sit down to scoot myself up the bed. Before I get too far, Tony reaches for my hips and, hooking a finger at each side, slowly drags my panties down my legs. Being exposed to him completely for the first time is exhilarating and daunting, all the while my body is humming. He holds my eyes as I see his hands go to his belt and pants, wasting no time, taking his boxers and socks off all at the same time. I feel the whoosh and my lungs empty as I get my first glimpse of Tony.

And there’s a lot to Tony.

A lot.

It’s official. He’s perfect.

He puts a knee to the bed without taking his eyes off mine even though mine have been wandering. I see his are glittery and one side of his mouth is faintly tipped at the corner. I can’t help but give him a small grin in return since I’ve been caught appreciating all that is him.

Yep, I’m going to do the deed with Tony Carpino. To say that my high school self is a little giddy would be an understatement.

But he doesn’t come up to me. Instead, he grabs my foot, dipping his head, and I feel his tongue and lips at the inside of my ankle. Running his hand up the back of my leg, his mouth follows its path, but up the inside. He stops at the top of my thigh, making me shiver and heat all at the same time.

“Tony,” I breathe on a whisper.

“Lay back for me.” He takes the leg he’s torturing and bends it at the knee hitching it up and out.

I unceremoniously flop down to my back. My body is wound so tight, I’d do anything he says. Keeping his hand at my ankle to hold my leg in place, I feel him come to my other leg to repeat the delightful torture. He gets to the top of my thigh, but this time doesn’t stop there. He comes up and traces the top of my pubic bone with his tongue and some remote part of my brain is thanking my lucky stars Gabby talked me into going with her to get waxed. It sure stung at the time, but I’m happy about it now. It feels intense, sensitive, and even naughty. I can’t help it, I start to move my hips because all my nerve endings between my legs are at a slow burn.

“Tony,” exhale, but it comes out as a plea and I feel him smile where he’s kissing me at my hip.

“Hang on, sweetheart,” he whispers between kisses down to between my legs. “I’m enjoying this.”

“Ahh,” I moan and he slowly outlines everything between my legs with his tongue. I go from a slow burn to on fire in seconds. I throw my legs over his shoulders for better leverage and dig my heels into his back to lift my hips to his mouth.

That’s all it took. All control flew out the window.

He’s devouring me, ravenous, as if he’s starving. Between that and me rocking against his mouth, it doesn’t take long and I push my head back into my pillow, remotely hearing myself come long and hard.

I’m trying to catch my breath and realize he’s up and over me, rolling on a condom. His hips fall between my legs and he gives me his weight, kissing me under my ear at my neck. I pull my knees up, wrapping my arms around him and stuff my hands in his hair.

I feel the tip of him between my legs and look up. He’s looking down at me, his eyes warm and heavy as they sweep my face.

“Love you, gem,” he whispers.

Then, he slides into me, not slowly but not fast, filling me full and to the root. Filling me up.

Complete. Right. Whole.

Perfect.

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