Chapter Twelve

Stephen

Life was good. The wedding was just shy of two weeks away.

Clint and I had locked down the spot for our second bar, and the renovations were underway. We’d even settled on a name, thanks to Mia.

We already had Capulet, so Mia suggested Montague for the second spot. We all loved it.

Trinity was in full wedding-planning mode.

After Clint and I scoped out Acquaviva Winery, I took Trinity there the next weekend. She fell in love with it just like I did.

Besides finding the perfect location, she was a pro at organizing everything else we needed.

With a little help from Luke and Mia, she picked out the color scheme. It was elegant and classy, just like her. Nothing too girly, which I was grateful for.

I’d been in touch with my contacts in Barcelona a few times, but there was nothing to report.

Dave had talked to Chad a few times, but there wasn’t much to report there either. Chad was actually listening for once, keeping his head down and doing what he was told.

Dave had really stepped up to clean up this mess, so Clint and I decided to give him a quarter share in Capulet and make him the manager.

I didn’t want to be there full time. I wanted to focus on other ventures and, soon, my new wife.

Dave was grateful and really stepped up. He also decided to move out because he’d started seeing someone and wanted more privacy.

While Trinity and I were house hunting for after the wedding, I offered Clint and Mia the chance to stay here for now and maybe buy it later.

I wasn’t in a rush to pressure them into a decision.

I asked Clint to be my best man and Dave to be my groomsman. They both said yes.

Trinity picked Mia as her maid of honor and wanted Luke in her wedding party too. He was a big part of her life, so it made sense.

Christmas had come and gone, and we had a great celebration at the house with our closest friends.

Luke and Todd, Mia and Clint, and Dave and his new girlfriend Felicity spent the day with us. The girls made way too much food, but everyone was in a festive mood and we had a great time.

It was Sunday morning, and I was in bed scrolling through the news on my phone with Trinity snuggled up in my arms. Life was good.

“Baby, can I ask you something?” Trinity asks.

“Always, my love.”

“I know everything is ready with the wedding and we only have the last fittings to go, but what about our honeymoon? Are you going to tell me anything about it?”

I laugh. “Absolutely not. I trusted you with the wedding planning, right? So now trust me with the honeymoon.”

“You did, but I also shared it with you so you have to give me some information too.”

I think about it for a minute.

“Okay… well, it’s a place where I can have you all to myself without any interruptions. You won’t need a lot of clothes because it’s warm. And I’m just going to rip them off you anyway.”

She throws her head back and laughs. I love the sound of her laugh.

“I’m marrying a pervert.”

“Hey, if you weren’t so irresistible, then I’d be able to control myself. But if you’re just going to laugh at me, then I guess I shouldn’t tell you anymore.”

“Okay, okay, sorry babe,” Trinity says, holding her hands up in surrender. “What else?”

“Hmm, it’s tropical, it’s somewhere we’ve both talked about wanting to go, and by the end of it, I’m hoping to be close to putting a baby in you or at least have had a lot of practice trying.”

I smirk at her as her eyes go wide.

“Are you just trying to get in my pants, Mr. Gotti?”

I toss my phone on the bed and roll over to her, running my hand up her beautiful stomach and grabbing her full breasts.

I bury my face in her neck, sucking softly on her neck below her ear before whispering, “Always baby, so how about it?”

She’s purring now as I rub my body against hers. “Mm, how about what, baby?”

“Letting me in those panties? You could take off that lace and sit on my face, you know.”

As soon as I say it, she chuckles, but my hand is already wandering down her stomach and rubbing between her legs.

“Mm, that sounds very tempting right now, daddy,” she purrs.

“So do it. And while you’re at it, keep purring for me. That sound is making me hard.”

Trinity

~He’s a man of his word~, I thought, smiling as he laid me back on the bed and slowly started unbuttoning the shirt of his I’d slept in.

One by one, the buttons came undone, his lips gently pressing against every inch of bare skin he revealed. His kisses moved down my stomach, slow and deliberate.

Barely brushing against my skin, he pushed the waistband of my panties lower as his lips searched for a new spot to kiss.

I could tell he was teasing me, making me want his mouth lower but not putting it where I wanted it.

He moved down my thighs, kissing all the way up to the top and then stopping just short of where I really wanted him.

I started to squirm, trying to wiggle closer to his warm mouth. But he knew what I was doing and pulled back without actually touching me. I whimpered in protest.

A soft plea escaped my lips. He pulled back.

I could tell he was enjoying making me want him so much, and I was at his mercy.

~Or was I?~

I was done waiting for him to decide when to satisfy me. I moved my hands to his head and twisted my fingers in his hair, pulling him toward my warmth.

He resisted, still intent on teasing me. But I wasn’t going to let him.

I rolled onto my knees, pushing him back in the process. He looked surprised as I straddled his chest and took his head in my hands.

I grinned at him, relishing the blend of surprise and desire in his gaze.

I shifted slowly until my panty-clad center was directly above his face. He took a deep breath, then extended his tongue toward the damp fabric of my lacy underwear.

I remained just close enough for him to taste me through the material, aware that the faint flavor was enough to make him yearn to delve his tongue deep within me.

“Is this what you were hoping for, daddy?” I questioned, my voice assertive.

He lifted his head from the bed, straining toward my moist center. A groan of frustration escaped him.

“Poor thing,” I teased, a smirk playing on my lips. “You need more.”

It wasn’t a query, it was a declaration.

And I was determined to ensure he got more.

I slipped my index finger under the elastic of my panties. Gradually, I tugged it aside, revealing my slick, ready core.

I was more than prepared for him, but I still wanted him to plead for it.

He strained toward me, his tongue seeking the warmth seeping from between my thighs. Just the tip of his tongue, flicking back and forth.

I craved his tongue within me, as deep as it could reach. But instead, I shifted back, positioning my sensitive bud right under his tongue.

“That’s it,” I murmured as he began to lick my swollen bud. Waves of pleasure began to wash over me.

I wanted to tantalize him. To torment him as he torments me.

But instead, the sensations were beginning to take control, making me yearn to grind against his tongue. I moved back so his tongue was against the entrance of my core.

I desired his tongue within me.

But he must have felt a final surge of control. Instead of tasting my moist slit, he began to nibble on my folds.

First kissing, then drawing the soft folds into his mouth, sucking hard, then grazing his teeth against the sensitive skin.

Pleasure coursed through me, causing my knees to buckle slightly.

“~Yes, baby, yes~,” I whispered repeatedly as his mouth pleasured my folds.

“Please, please, baby~!” I pleaded, grinding against his mouth.

I knew he relished my begging because suddenly, without warning, he thrust his tongue into my slick core.

I reached down with one hand and began to rub my bud as his tongue moved within me.

His mouth was so warm, felt so incredible against my pulsating core.

Slowly, he moved his right hand up beside his mouth and extended two fingers. I felt his fingers part my folds and hold them open while he tasted as deep within me as he could.

Then they slid inside, deep inside, in one smooth motion.

I gasped in pleasure as his fingers curved slightly and began to stroke my sensitive spot deep within.

“Oh ~God~ yes baby, taste my bud,” I commanded, moving my hand so my fingers were behind his head, pulling his mouth hard against my bud while his fingers filled my moist core.

I moaned wildly. “Yes baby, make momma climax!”

I said, grinding my moist center against his face. I wasn’t sure if he could breathe, but I was too lost in pleasure to care.

All I wanted was to grind against his mouth, to feel his fingers within me, to have my bud tasted and licked hard. I was close, so close.

With my free hand, I reached up and pinched my nipple between two fingers. A jolt of electricity shot from my chest to my center.

“Yes baby, you make momma feel so good,” I moaned. His fingers moved furiously against the inner walls of my center. He had found the spot and knew how to stimulate it.

I was climaxing. I could feel it building deep within, growing rapidly. I tried to maintain control but it felt too incredible.

Without thinking, I was grinding hard against his mouth, smothering him with my moist center, begging him to fill me with his fingers while I bucked uncontrollably.

I felt it, the rush as my juices squirted from my center, drenching his hand. I hoped he liked it wet because he always makes me squirt when he stimulates my sensitive spot hard and deep.

My center clenched tight around his fingers. I was still pulsating inside as he withdrew his fingers.

I didn’t want him to stop.

I craved more, even though my knees were weak from the climax that hadn’t fully subsided.

He pushed me onto my back and I moved without protest, weakened from climaxing so intensely. He crawled on top of me.

I could feel his rigid length against my throbbing core. He looked into my eyes and I reached down for his hand, guiding his fingers to my lips and gently tasting my juices from his fingers.

I felt him stiffen as I tasted his fingers. Then, he pressed his hard length against my entrance, pushing it in about half an inch before pausing.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. I kissed him passionately and deeply, tasting myself in his mouth.

And still kissing, still with our lips locked together, our tongues entwined, he thrust his hard length deep within me in one smooth stroke.

My head rolled back and my mouth fell open in a silent cry as his large length hit the bottom, hard. Yes, it felt so good, so deep.

“Yes, daddy! Take me,” I cried repeatedly against his neck as he thrust deep within me. I was climaxing again, almost as soon as he entered me.

“Fuck me, daddy, please!” I begged.

And he did, hard and fast, driving his large length as deep within me as it could reach, moving his hands to my wrists, pinning me to our bed.

Waves of pleasure washed over me, almost like one long climax as he pounded me relentlessly.

I felt him pause, just a slight pause, then he thrust harder and I knew he was there.

“Yes, daddy!” I cried out. “Give it to me, give me all of you!”

“Ugh, yes momma,” Stephen grunted as he thrust into me. “I wanna put a baby in you so bad, I want my juices right up in your belly.”

He’s growling as I feel his juices shooting into my core as he groans in pleasure against my bare skin.

He collapses against me and presses his lips to mine in a kiss, one last kiss as his fingers drift back to my center, dripping with his juices.

“Just one more momma?” he asks with a wicked grin. His lips start traveling down my body. “I need to taste more of you.”

“Just one more, Daddy,” I whisper, steeling myself for the sweet sensation of his lips against my trembling center.

~Just one more time.~