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sighed into his arms, relieved and thrilled their time
was not yet over. “All night,” she told him with boldness. “We must stay here
though until Sandy and Joe leave.”
    He pulled back to watch the bride and groom dancing. “I hope
they will enjoy themselves as much as we will.”
    She chuckled, tossing her head back to admire his charming
face. “Me too.”
    His expression fell to hot desire. “I need you now.”
    “I can’t leave.”
    “There is no need.” He tipped his chin toward the gazebo
beyond the dance floor in the gardens. “We can go there to talk.”
    She sputtered with outrage and gleeful expectation. “You
have no intention of talking.”
    “To tell you that I want my hands on your cat again?” He
twirled her around as her faced flushed with delight. “To tell you that I will
make your nipples plead for my mouth?”
    “Sergio—” she warned, losing this battle and loving the
warmth of the blush on her face and the gush of cream to her cunt.
    “To have you as these people dance and drink? Oh yes. I want
you now.” He pulled her behind him as he left the floor.
    She followed him laughing.
    He reached the gazebo far from the wedding crowd but in
plain sight of them all. “Here,” he said, and turned her away from him, facing
the guests. “They will suspect. A few will know. Watch them, bella ,
while I bring you in my hand.” And so he reached inside the slit of her dress,
pressed himself and his hard cock against her ass and inserted his warm fingers
up into her cunt.
    She arched. “Oh Sergio.”
    “You are dripping, my pretty cat.” He dropped a kiss to her
nape, his lips a hot brand on her body. “Have you been hungry for me, eh?”
    “You know I have,” she purred as he stroked her and she
opened her legs wider. “How can I do this?” she asked out loud, but ground her
teeth in delight.
    “Because you love what we are together, si ?”
    “I do.” She moved with his rhythm, in and out, in and out of
her. “My clit,” she urged him. “Do me there.”
    She glanced down and shivered at the sight of his tanned
hand nearly covered by her gown. The green against his olive skin was a rich
contrast that had her trembling. “I can’t come here.”
    “Yes, you can.” He rolled her clit between thumb and
forefinger.
    She bucked. Her head fell back against his shoulder.
“They’ll see,” she murmured but didn’t give a damn. “They’ll know,” she said,
but couldn’t move away.
    “They do, my love,” he murmured, and caressed her labia to a
quick and pounding orgasm. “They see you coming on my hand.”
    And she could not care about anyone else but Sergio and
herself as she came and came and came into his palm.
    Later, god knew how long, when she opened her eyes, her head
still against Sergio’s shoulder, she could see how three men turned away with
an envious smile on their faces—and how one woman, whom Reggie thankfully
didn’t know—stared at them in awe.
    Reggie spun away from them into his arms. “I can’t believe I
had the courage to do that. But I loved it.”
    He put his fingers to her lips and she licked her own musk
off each one. “Do you like how you taste?”
    “Oh yes.” She felt impish. “It is a new dessert. Regina
Dolce.”
    He grinned. “I know how to make that.”
    She stretched up on tiptoe to plant a kiss on his lips. “You
are the only man who can.”
    His expression became severe. His fingers gripped her arms.
“I want to make the dish again.”
    “Tonight. I promise.” Her fingers skimmed the ridge in his
trousers. “I want to drink this dessert again before the dawn.”
    He captured her wrist. “I must fuck you now, Regina. The
hotel was to deliver more condoms to my suite. Come. Come now. We will return
here.”
    Weak with fulfillment, she scraped her nipples against his
tuxedo. “Anything you want, Sergio.”
    “Anything?”
    “After this?” She rolled her eyes around the gazebo. “I owe
you a huge orgasm, my