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Fine with her. Her pussy was already spasming, dying for him to fill it after taking in his handsomeness in that suit and breathing in his heady masculine scent all day.

“Okay, but we’ve gotta make it quick and get back before they know we’re even gone. Do robot.”

He nodded, diving in for a deep, urgent kiss.

That was their code for a quickie. Santino got her up against the wall and ran his hands up her thighs and her panties down.

She unbuckled his pants and grasped his length, guiding him to her entrance.

He drove home in one thrust. They gasped in unison when he bottomed out and started pounding into her, no foreplay required as she was already wet.

Maybe they were being too vigorous because her head banged against the wall.

“Ow!” But she laughed and moaned as he pistoned in and out like a machine.

“Sorry, sorry,” he rasped, palming the back of her head, then running his hand down to her satin-covered nipple and squeezing it. She arched her back into his hand for more.

“It’s okay,” she moaned, and he grinned breathlessly, still pumping quickly, efficiently, like a literal machine built for sex.

But no machine was as naturally well-oiled as her pussy, and no machine could understand what this felt like, the coiling inside and the corresponding tightening of his body at pleasure like this.

Vanessa bounced on him, emitting a cry every time the pounding put delicious friction on her swollen clit.

Then her orgasm crested when he bit her lightly on that spot on her neck, and she called out his name.

That cry was way too loud, but it made that gorgeous smile break free on his face like it was music to his ears. It undid him. He came with an equally loud shout, holding on tight until he was empty. Slowly, her legs dropped from around his waist, and they were practically rubber.

“My little wifey. Fucking fantastic,” he panted, and she laughed, still breathless.

Santino paused, gazing into her eyes as they drifted gently back down to earth together.

“You’re so beautiful. And today was perfect.

It was everything I wanted. You, this…” He put his large hand on her belly, cradling it tenderly.

“Everything I’ve always known was mine since the minute I saw you. ”

Vanessa melted into him, into that dream they shared that was now a reality. It was still hard to believe that after all the tribulations and the doubts, they were finally here, where they belonged.

But here they were. Here he was. Her everything. Her always and forever.

“There’s just one little thing,” he continued, squinting at her.

She was snapped out of the hazy daydream of their future at his words. “Oh my God, what else is there?” she exclaimed.

“It’s a small thing. You see, there’s still that five grand you haven’t paid me yet —”

“You…!” She attacked him with a paper towel roll while he ducked and laughed.

After he quickly and gently cleaned her up, he slapped her ass and said, “Let’s get back to that bashment, gyal.”

She giggled at the Jamaican slang he’d picked up from her Uncle Norbert, then they went back to the ballroom hand in hand where the party was popping.

She’d hoped no one would be looking for them when they returned, but Santino’s brothers raced over to grab him for their traditional photo, something they did whenever they were at a gathering.

“Alright, Nico, Angelo, Tommy, Tino, you know what to do,” Patrick said, holding up the camera.

Their wives and their sister stood looking at them and shaking their heads when their middle fingers rose in unison. Patrick took the picture, despite Angelo haranguing him.

“Pop, let Dani take it. Your hands always shake and mess it up.”

“My hands do not shake,” Patrick grumbled.

“You guys really never get tired of taking that same picture?” Gina exclaimed.

After the picture taking was done, Vanessa reclaimed her husband.

They stood back and took a minute to gaze at their family, some by blood, others by choice.

Practically every person in that room would be there to support them in the years to come, through whatever challenges life brought them.

If there was some crazy involved, which seemed inevitable, she and Santino would handle it, together.

Stroking a curl behind her ear, Santino grinned, cherishing her with that gesture, with his bright eyes.

“Care to dance, tesoro ?”

He gestured to the dance floor with a little bow.

They went out and started moving to the beat.

It felt a little awkward at first and she was self-conscious of her changing body, but after a time, she relaxed into the music, into the sheer fun of it.

Soon enough her hair was a mess, she was sweaty and maybe not so mysterious. And she loved every second of it.

Vanessa did a little shimmy and threw him a pouty look over her shoulder. She laughed when Santino whooped at her move and shouted, “Awww, yeah! That’s Mrs. Donahue right there! That’s Mrs. Donahue!”

It was the best party she’d ever been to in her life.

The End

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