“And I still kept coming around to get those little snippets of you, how ever I could get them.”
“You kinda like me too, huh?”
“I fucking love you. So damn much.” Lowering me onto the bed, Emilio covers me with his body and his mouth finds mine. Our tongues circle each other, slowly. This kiss is different from how fast and rushed we usually are. “We need a honeymoon.”
“We need to give our parents a proper wedding first,” I suggest.
“Yeah, we should.”
“Also, my dad bought us a house.” Technically, he said he boughtmea house, but the specifics aren’t important.
“That’s some wedding gift,” Emilio says. “Wait until my dad hears about it. He’ll probably buy us an entire fucking country somewhere.”
I laugh but then stop. “We should tell him not to do that, because he just might.”
“I don’t know, owning a country doesn’t sound all that bad.” Emilio smirks.
“You really are a spoiled brat, you know.”
“Yeah, but you love me anyway.”
“I really do.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Two fucking days. That’s how long it’s been since I’ve held her, kissed her, fucked her. I need her more now than I’ve ever needed her. Probably to reassure myself I’mactually here, with her, and not dreaming about her from a concrete fucking cell.
“I want you naked. Now.” I sit up, pulling her body up with me. “Raise your arms.” I tug my hoodie over her head. “I really fucking like seeing my clothes on you.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s mine now.” Frankie smiles at me.
“Anything I have is yours,” I tell her while taking in all of her naked body on display. “You weren’t wearing anything under that?”
“It seems that way.”
“I’ve never been jealous of a hoodie before. But fuck, I want to be that hoodie all wrapped around your skin.”
“Mmm, creepy, but I like it,” Frankie says. “Hurry up and get naked, Emilio.”
I’ve already ditched my jacket downstairs. I stand, unbutton my dress shirt, and pull it off. Then I toe off my shoes and bend down to remove my socks. Straightening, I find Frankie running a finger through her wet folds.
“That’s mine,” I growl.
“Actually, it’s mine.”
“Technically, it’sours. Married, remember? Communal property and all that.”
“I don’t think that includes body parts,” Frankie tells me while I remove my pants and boxers. “Actually, I take it back. Because that…” She points at my cock. “Is mine.”
“All yours.” I fist my cock, tugging on it a couple of times. “Lie back. Spread your legs for me. I want to see my wife’s pussy.”
“Don’t tell me what to do, Emilio,” Frankie retorts as she does exactly what I just told her to do.
I don’t think anything could wipe the smile off my face right now. This goddess in front of me is mine. Completely fucking mine.
Dropping to my knees, I pull on her legs until they’re hanging off the edge of the mattress and her pussy is lined up with my face. I drag my tongue up from the bottom to the top, circling around her already-hard little bud.
“So fucking good,” I growl before I dive right in, sucking, nibbling, licking her.