Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad-Chapter 841 : Husband and Wife

*Cat*

Tonight was a night both Elio and I had been waiting for since the moment we had said “I do” the day before–the moment we would consummate our marriage. Somehow, tonight seemed different than all the other nights we’d had sex. It felt more special, if that made any sense.

As much as I’d always loved Elio, being intimate with him as husband and wife felt more romantic, more passionate. I was finally, officially his and he was officially mine. Something about that made the intimacy and the passion between us more intense.

My dress had been thrown behind us somewhere along the way to the bedroom. Elio’s shirt had been ripped off and his pants were on their way down as we stopped in one of the hallways. He gently but seductively placed my back against a wall, removing my white lace bra with one of his hands.

He cupped my breast, massaging as he brought his lips to mine.

“Elio,” I moaned. “I want you now.”

He shook his head slightly. “Not yet, my love. I want to savor this moment. You are now my wife. Let’s make this a night we will forever remember.”

I couldn’t help but smile at his words. He was right and I knew it. I was being impatient, craving the feel of him slipping inside me as he pushed deeper and deeper, feeling his entire length fill me up.

He placed his lips on my neck, kissing down toward my breasts. He took one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking gently, massaging it with his tongue. My head had fallen back against the wall, allowing the pleasure to coarse through my entire body. Elio took my other nipple between his fingers, playing with it to make it equally as hard as the one inside his mouth.

Once he decided they were nice and hard for him, he wet the other nipple by licking it. He, then, blew on them lightly, causing me to moan his name once again. I was getting so wet already and he hadn’t even touched between my legs yet. I needed his fingers inside me like I needed water to survive.

Elio lowered himself down onto his knees, taking my matching white lace panties right down with him. He looked up at me, our eyes glued to one another as he stuck out his tongue and placed it between my legs.

That... that was what I needed. I latched onto his head. My fingers were gripping strands of his hair. I couldn’t help but press his face further against me. He smiled against those lips, his nose pressed against my skin.

I let out a small gasp as moved his head away from me. He took my hands in his and brought us both to the floor. He laid on his back, placing me on top of him. Elio slid his body until his face was, once again, between my legs.

I bent over, my hands and knees resting on the floor. Slowly, I rocked my body back and forth, feeling his tongue and his lips against me. I was already so close to coming.

“Elio, wait,” I breathed heavily.

“Come for me, baby,” he spoke against my wet lips.

I obeyed his words. The sensation had taken over the entirety of my body, as I rubbed circles on his mouth until it had begun to fade.

The next thing I knew, a completely naked Elio was scooping me up, smashing his lips against mine. He brought us into the closest room, setting me down on a bed that was a bit smaller than the one in our bedroom.

Before Elio could do anything, I jumped up from the bed and sat him down on the edge. I had fallen to my knees, taking his length in my hand. I stroked gently at first as I kissed his thighs. Then, I softly sunk my teeth into his skin, biting as I gripped his length a little harder. He moaned as he had gathered my hair in one of his hands.

My eyes met his. I wanted him to stare into my eyes as I licked my lips, preparing to devour him whole. I took the head into my mouth, wetting it entirely before sliding the rest of it in. He broke eye contact as his head fell backwards, his hand squeezed gently against my hair.

“That’s it, baby,” he moaned.

I loved pleasuring Elio. It made me feel like I was the most important person in the world, like I had some power no one else had. I was the only woman who could bring the Don to his knees. I was the only woman Elio could be so vulnerable with.

My mouth stayed wrapped around him, sucking until he began to squirm. He was close, but he was fighting it. He met my eyes again, pushing my head further down on him.

“Not yet,” he groaned.

Elio had gotten to his feet, helping me get to mine as well. He pressed his lips to mine and I could still taste the essence of me on him.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he breathed.

“I feel the same,” I said softly. “I want you inside me, Elio. Now.”

“Let’s get back to our room first and maybe I’ll give you what you want,” he teased.

We kissed and groped each other on the journey back to our bedroom, occasionally backing one another up against the wall to get a better grip on each other. He’d slip his fingers inside me as I grabbed onto his length, stroking and rubbing him against my stomach.

When we finally made it to our bedroom, he laid me down on the bed. He climbed on top of me, kissing my lips as I wrapped my legs around his back.

“I want to savor this moment,” he breathed again against my neck. “You are my wife now.”

“And you are my husband,” I smiled, feeling like the luckiest woman in the world.

He kissed my forehead, my neck, and all down my arms before bringing his face back to mine. Elio slowly slipped inside of me, both of us letting out a sigh of relief from all of the built-up tension waiting for this moment. Our hips collided, moving in sync with one another. Nothing would ever feel as good as this.

After a short while, I climbed on top of him, riding slowly at first before picking up my pace. I was getting close again, but I wanted to wait for him to let go with me. I lowered myself until my breasts were swaying against his chest. He loved when I did that. I could tell by the way he’d look into my eyes.

He was close.

“Come with me,” I begged.

Without saying a word, Elio flipped me over smoothly as he lifted one of my legs to rest on his shoulder. His movements grew faster. He planted his thumb on my clit, rubbing in circles to push me further over the edge.

It didn’t take long before we both let go. Our orgasms matched one another. I dug my nails into his skin, not realizing as I lost myself in the sensation.

Elio crashed his body against mine as he caught his breath. He was much bigger than me, which only made me need to catch my breath more from his weight against me, which felt so good. I loved him and I loved being close to him.

After a few moments, he rolled off of me, lying beside me. We smiled at each other as we both went in for a kiss at the same time.

“Are you thirsty?” Elio asked.

“Very much so,” I told him.

Elio and I both climbed out of bed. I had felt a little wobbly on my legs as I grabbed my silky black robe to wrap around my naked body. Elio pulled on a pair of boxers and led us toward the kitchen. The cold floor beneath my feet felt good on my overheated body.

When we finally got there, Elio opened the refrigerator and pulled out two bottles of water. He handed me one after he removed the cap for me. Such a gentleman. I kissed him before thanking him and taking the water bottle from him. The cold water felt good going down my throat, cooling off my entire my body.

I glanced at the clock, not having realized how late it was. Emilia would be sleeping by now. Just at the thought of her, my heart had begun to ache just a little. As much as I had been enjoying my honeymoon thus far, I missed holding my sweet baby in my arms.

“What are you thinking about, my love?” Elio asked, noticing I had begun to zone out.

“Our daughter,” I admitted.

“Aw, Cat,” Elio wrapped me up in his arms. “I miss our baby girl, too.”

“You are such a good father,” I praised him.

Elio tilted my chin up toward him. “And you are the best mother, Cat.”

My heart filled with love, knowing he truly meant it. I couldn’t help but to think of how our life could be if it were like this all the time... away from the mafia, away from the danger, simply living in peace, surrounded by all of the love we had for each other and for our daughter. It would be enough for me. I knew that now. But how could I make it enough for Elio too?

I took another sip of my water, wanting to clear my head. I didn’t want to be thinking about any of that right now. I missed my daughter, but I was enjoying being in this moment with my husband. I didn’t want my thoughts to ruin this perfect night. So, I finished my water, setting the bottle down before I wrapped my arms around Elio’s neck.

“I love you,” I whispered.

He titled his head, looking at me in awe. “I love you, Cat.”

Our lips collided, slowly, but passionately. The heat began to rise within my body once again. I could feel him getting hard against my skin.

“Does my wife want more?” Elio teased, freeing one of my shoulders as he pressed his lips to my skin.

“I do,” I pleaded, kissing his neck.

He scooped me up, turning us around and placing me down on the kitchen counter. It only took him a few seconds to get me completely naked again. I pushed his boxers down and brought his body closer to mine. Elio scooted me to the edge of the counter, gripping my thighs.

He stuck two of his fingers in my mouth. “Get them really wet for me, baby.”

I did as he said. A few moments later, he slowly removed his fingers and placed them between my legs. He slipped them inside me a couple times, making me drip with lust. I grabbed his bicep, digging my fingernails into his skin.

Without a warning, he pushed inside me. It wasn’t slow like earlier. He was quick with his movements from the start. Moan after moan escaped me as the pleasure grew wildly. Before I knew it, he picked me up, moving me to the kitchen table. He sprawled me out, still deep inside me.

I was getting the idea that maybe we’d end up doing this all night. Sleep wasn’t even a distant desire at the moment. All I could think about was how good my husband felt inside me, how much I never wanted this night to end.

Elio reached for my breast, massaging it and playing with my nipple. I grabbed his arm, trying to pull him closer to me. He got the hint and picked me back up, taking me to the couch this time.

He laid me down on the soft cushions, pressing his body against mine.

“Is that close enough for you, my love?” he breathed.

I smiled. “Closer.”

I wrapped my legs around his back, pulling him closer to me, pushing him further inside me. For the next few hours, we remained lost in each other. Eventually, sleep would come, but until then, we made love as husband and wife, loving every moment of it.