“Please, please, please.” I’m begging the elevator. Don’t let her have gone. Let me get to her in time. I can explain everything.
When the elevator door finally opens and I walk through the double doors of the penthouse, I’m momentarily relieved to see that Georgia is standing in the entrance. Panic sets in, however, when I see bags and boxes of her stuff are sitting there. She’s packed.
“Georgia. Please, baby. I can explain.”
She puts her hands on her hips and starts tapping her high-heeled foot on the ground.
“We’re rich. We should have people doing this shit for us.”
I stand there, not knowing what she’s talking about. I open my mouth, only to close it again, not knowing how to answer that.
“Why are you standing there like someone kicked your puppy? I’m not leaving you, Antonio.”
The sense of relief that washes over me is so great, it’s scary.
“Then why have you packed?” I say, pointing towards her stuff.
“Because we’re married, and I’m not living up in some hotel like a secret side piece. No, I’m your wife. You’re getting me a house. You can afford it, so call somebody and get to it. I’m gonna be in the bathroom sorting out my make-up. That’s the precious cargo, and I need to make sure it’s packed delicately.”
She turns around and walks towards the bathroom mumbling something about making an honest woman out of her.
I haven’t moved from my spot. I feel like I got hit by a train named Georgia. What the hell just happened? Before I can think on it too much, my phone rings. I see it’s Jen. Thinking I need to tell her to cancel the security, I answer.
“Hello?”
“I’ve got a listing agent on the phone saying we have a cash offer on a house just outside the city. Would you like to make the wire transfer and have your attorney okay the sale?”
“Tonio!” I hear Georgia call from the back of the house. “I picked a house and told them you were buying it for me as a wedding present. But you still have to get me another one because it doesn’t count if I know what it is.”
I can’t help the laugh that bubbles up my throat as I tell Jen to approve the transaction. “Yes, go ahead. And can you send some movers here tonight to take some of our essentials to the new place?”
“Will do,” she says and hangs us.
I put my phone down on the table near me and walk back to the bedroom to find Georgia in the bathroom sorting her make-up.
“I’m gonna need a mess of bubble wrap before I go any further,” she says, not looking at me. She’s focused on what she’s doing, clearly oblivious to the hell I just went through thinking she was leaving me.
I walk over to her, pick her up, and throw her over my shoulder. Her squeal of excitement is followed by her smacking my ass in indignation.
“Put me down!”
“As you wish.” I toss her onto the bed and climb over her as she giggles and tries to get away.
I grab her wrists and hold them above her head while I move between her legs, pinning her body to the mattress. My hard cock presses against her panties as her dress gathers around her waist.
“You knew exactly what you were doing when you sent me that text.”
She raises an eyebrow and shrugs her shoulder, pretending not to know what I mean.
“I should’ve told you. I just couldn't risk you leaving me.”
“You think I’d leave you again? I love you, Antonio. I’m not going anywhere.” Her hand wiggles free from my grip, and she places it on my cheek. “I love you. I’m happy that I’m married to you.”
I know that I’ve felt it from her, and I certainly know that I love her, but hearing her say the words is everything I hoped.
“I love you, too, Georgia. But you know that already, don’t you?” I give her a wicked smile that’s matched by her own.
“What’s not to love?”
This woman is going to challenge me every step of the way. And I can’t wait. Leaning down, I kiss her lips, holding her tightly to me. I grind my hard cock against her soft body, needing relief inside of her.
I reach between us, undoing my slacks and taking out my cock. Then I pull her panties to the side and slip into her wetness. My cock finds its home and thrusts inside her tight welcoming channel.
“That’s it, Antonio, right there,” she moans, throwing her head back and gripping the bed.
I thrust harder, giving her every inch of me. I pull down the top of her dress, exposing one of her breasts. Immediately, I latch on to her nipple, sucking on it as I move in and out of her.
I angle my hips so that I’m rubbing her clit with every thrust. Her pussy grips me tighter, and I’m so close to the edge. I need her with me with I cum. My deep thrusts hit her sweet spot, and in only a few perfect strokes, she’s pulsing around me and shouting in pleasure.
Holding myself inside her as I cum, I empty every drop into her waiting warmth. She grips me so tightly it’s almost painful, and we both reach the peak of our passion and cum as one.