Page 72 of Something Old

Next to him is the man who will guide us through our vows.

With the salty ocean water kissing my feet, and my eyes locked onto my husband, I listen to the personal vows he has prepared just for me.

My heart is growing, warm and full of love for this man. I cannot get enough of him.

I want to wrap my arms around him and kiss him for an eternity.

But I wait. I let each moment of this beautiful ceremony etch itself into my memory because I want to recall it when I am old, wrinkled and lying next to Masaccio in bed each morning.

I want this to last forever.

“You may now kiss your bride.”

The wind stirs my dress as I step closer to him.

He wraps his arm around my waist and dips me backwards as his lips press into mine.

I can smell the ocean, and his cologne. I can feel the heat of his body and the warmth of the sunshine. I can feel each beat of his heart against my chest.

His kiss is tender, but passionate. A kiss that will stay on my lips for all eternity. Just as he will stay in my heart.

When the ceremony is over the man leaves, and we stand alone under the flower pergola.

“Leora, I have bought that little villa. It’s small, not what I would usually choose - but it means more to me than any other property I have ever bought because it is where we truly fell in love.”

I shake my head and say. “You are crazy Masaccio.” I giggle at his expression.

“We can come here whenever you want. And yes, I am crazy - crazy in love with you.”

“Just as long as you know our love is not in a villa, or on a beach. I carry my love for you in my heart. It will always be there. No matter where in the world we travel. Who we meet. Where we sleep at night - my love for you is with me always.”

“I know, little kitten. My love for you reaches to the edge of our universe - and then still goes beyond that. That is why words aren’t enough to explain it. But I do want us to have a special place where we can visit - and even renew our vows every time we come here. Because I will marry you a thousand times across a thousand years. I love you - and I will always choose you, Leora.”

He lifts me in his arms and carries me back to our villa.

He sits on the edge of the bed, and I climb onto his lap, pulling my wedding dress up over my hips.

I rock myself against him, feeling how hard his cock is.

I want him, more than I have ever wanted him before.

He pulls his pants open and frees his massive cock. Then he grabs my panties and tears them off me.

Sliding his cock inside me taunting me with the pleasure of it.

Then we rock together, moving like the ocean, back and forth with his hands on my hips and mine around his neck. I stare into his eyes and feel myself being pulled into deep pools of love.

His cock throbs inside me and my pussy begs for more. I want him to move faster, I want him to push deeper - but he doesn’t. He continues his slow and steady thrusts, pushing and pulling my hips as I sit with my legs spread wide over his lap.

The pleasure builds, slowly, more intensely than I ever thought it could. Masaccio growls a deep, vibrating sounds that rumbles against me.

He is fighting for control. Fighting to keep his rhythm steady.

I giggle, thrusting my hips a little faster and he moans.

I think it’s my turn to take control.

I wrap my fingers over his shoulders, holding onto him as I rock my hips faster, thrusting hard against him and pressing my weight down onto his cock so that he is buried all the way inside me.

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