Page 114 of Of Grief And Gratitude

I pointed to the table with the camera. “That’s solid wood. It’ll hold up.”

Riona nodded and backed up. “How do you want me?”

“Bend over the table and hold on,” I directed, spinning her around and covering her hands with mine as I positioned her. There was no way I could get all those little buttons on the dress undone and done back up after in the short time we had. I carefully lifted her dress's skirt, ensuring I wasn’t crushing it. “Fuck.”

“You like it?”

I stared at the crimson lingerie and pulled the thong to the side, sliding my fingers through her wet labia. “Fucking love it. Be a good girl and hold on now.”

I smeared Riona’s arousal on my cock and pressed against her entrance, teasing her for a moment until she wiggled her hips impatiently. When she sighed and stilled, I thrust hard and covered her mouth, absorbing her cry of pleasure.

“Quiet now, mia fiamma,” I whispered, thrusting again. She whimpered. “You don’t want anybody overhearing us.”

“Make me come, Romeo.”

“I will.” I reached for the camera and aimed it between us, watching my cock disappear until only the bowtie was visible, soaked in her sweetness. The scrap of silk would be ruined after this. Satisfied I’d gotten the shot, I set the camera to the side to capture Riona’s face and snaked my hand under her dress and around her hips, sliding beneath her crimson lace panties. Her clit was hard and swollen when I found it and circled it with my fingers.

I angled my hips, driving my cock into the spot that made her lose her fucking mind and nearly made me explode. It had the desired effect. Riona’s fingers tightened on the table's edge, her knuckles going white as I set a relentless pace, chasing after her pleasure.

Her need was my need. Her pleasure, my pleasure.

I pushed her dress far enough out of the way that my left hand was free, my thumb finding that tight, puckered hole on her backside and pressing firmly, teasing but stopping shy of penetration.

“Shit, Romeo!” Riona hissed, the walls of her pussy clenching wildly on my cock as she fell limp against the table and came, drawing my own release from my balls.

I groaned and pumped rope after rope of come into her soft, hot center, leaving part of myself behind when I pulled out and slipped her panties back in place, wiping my fingers on them. Her dress fell back into place, and I carefully smoothed it down, making sure there were no wrinkles. She clearly did not want anybody to notice what we’d been up to. I collected the camera and turned it off, slipping the small device into my pocket.

“You’re beautiful,” I said as I helped her stand on shaky legs, pointing to where my dick had just been. “And such a good girl. Keep all that where it belongs today, and I’ll eat it out of you later.”

I kissed her, and she giggled. “I’m not sure I can clench for that long, but I’ll try.”

Laughter sounded from the other room, and I rushed to gather my clothes and dress.

“I want the bowtie,” Riona announced, grinning and pointing at my softening cock. “It can be my something borrowed and something new.”

I huffed out a laugh and unfastened the accessory, placing it in her outstretched hand. I groaned as she tucked it down into the top of her dress, the black silk disappearing between her flushed breasts. My cock twitched, and I knew I would find that with my teeth later.

When I finished dressing, I pulled Riona to my chest and kissed her softly, letting my tongue slide against hers for a long moment before I pulled away. “I’ll see you out there, Juliet.”

She was gorgeous in all her freshly fucked glory, her blue eyes bright and cheeks glowing. “Can’t wait to call you husband.”

I almost bent her over the table again when those words passed her lips, my possessive nature springing to the surface. It took every ounce of my self-control to open the door and hurry back to my room, where I found Dante pacing by the window.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Thank fuck,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

I frowned. “You didn’t think I’d pull a runner on my own wedding, did you?”

“No,” he rushed. “I don’t know. I hoped not.”

“Riona won’t get rid of me that easily.” I chuckled. “She’s stuck with me for life, vows or not.”

Dante nodded. “Good.”

“Did you want something?” I asked when he stood there, shifting back and forth on his feet as he stared at me.

His eyes met mine. “Yeah. I don’t know how to do this shit.”

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