*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.”
