Page 70 of Single Malt Drama
Nicolina
Our first dinneras a married couple consisted of grilled cheese sandwiches, cake, and wine, but Marco didn’t seem to mind. He’d polished off his food in less than five minutes and was working on his third glass of merlot. However, he was clearly distracted, and I had the feeling it had nothing to do with our run-ins with mother nature.
I held the last bite of wedding cake to his mouth. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“I had a chat with Leo today. He’s not exactly supportive of our marriage.” Staring into my eyes, Marco closed his lips around the fork.
“I’m still in a mild state of shock myself. I’m sure it’s worse for our families.”
“They’ll come around.” He finished his wine. “But right now, there are a hundred things I’d rather be doing with you besides talking.”
“I can think of a few myself.” I stood to clear the dishes, but he took my hand and pulled me to the fold-out couch. “Shouldn’t we clean up?”
“Later.” He drew me into his arms and kissed a path from my lips to my neck. “I missed you today.”
“I missed you, too.” I draped my arms over his shoulders. “Tell me about these hundred things you want to do to me.”
“I’d rather show you…” He eased me back onto the lumpy mattress and traced a line down the center of my body.
Goosebumps rose on my arms, but heat pooled in my core. The clashing sensations left me breathless. A condition that became much worse when Marco tugged his shirt over his head. I reached for him, letting my fingertips play over the ridges and dips of his abs. He was beautiful. Michelangelo’s David come to life.
“Are you sure you’re up for it? You’re injured.” I couldn’t help but tease him. The way he’d reacted to the snake made me giggle every time I thought about it.
Frowning, he lifted his pant leg to inspect his wound. “I think I’ll live.”
“Good, because I have a serious condition, and I believe you said you had the cure?”
“I did?” He stared a second or two, then laughed. “Oh right, your virginity.”
“Mmm hmm.” I crooked my finger at him. “Less talk, more action.”
Marco slipped out of his jeans and stretched out beside me. “Nervous?”
“A little.” I pulled my T-shirt off and wiggled out of my shorts before rolling to my side to face him. “But I trust you.”
This time, when he kissed me, he wasted no time teasing. It felt different than the night before, more like a claiming than an exchange. I opened for him, taking everything he had to give and returning it in kind. Tangling my fingers in his dark curls, I pressed closer until there was no space between us.
Marco slid his thigh between mine, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. We stayed in that position, kissing, groping, grinding until I thought I’d go insane before he gave me what I wanted.
Rather than waiting for him to make the next move, I eased back and pressed my palm against his hard length.
Marco nipped my lower lip and pushed his hips forward. “Is there something you want?”
“You.”
He cupped my face and brushed his thumb over my lower lip. “Marrying you was the best thing I’ve ever done.”
“Me, too,” I whispered, tugging at his boxer briefs. “Take these off.”
“Yes, dear.” Marco removed them, and my panties, before I could blink. “Where did you put those condoms?”
“We haven’t been married long enough for you to start asking me where everything is.” Laughing, I reached for his cock, but he moved before I could touch him.
“Uh uh. None of that. I’ve waited my entire life to be inside you. I intend to make it last.” He strode to the kitchen and returned with the entire box of condoms.
I watched as he ripped open a packet and rolled the thin material over his length. The rubber didn’t look comfortable at all. In fact, it reminded me of my nonna’s compression socks. “I’ll go on the pill as soon as I can find a doctor.”
“I’m all for that.” He crawled back into bed and pulled me toward him. “Lay like you were before.