The perfect first impression

ALEXANDRO

Everyone cleared the way for her to come in, the path led her to me. It was either move or be moved.

She hadn’t taken off her wedding gown but for some reason, more cleavage was being revealed.

The gown was the reason all the women moved out of the way, it took so much space. Because it was night, the diamonds she wore on her neck and ears glittered.

She stopped right in front of me, “Hi.” She muttered.

Because everyone was watching, I stood up and wrapped my arms around her, she cooperated and didn’t jump in surprise or flinch, instead, I saw how she couldn’t stop batting her lashes. It was cute.

“Did anyone not notice they didn’t kiss at the wedding?” A woman named Portia interrupted. She had a small body but was one of the women I respected in the outfit, the deadly kind.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” They all began chanting.

A gentleman would have asked for permission before kissing a woman whom he hadn’t talked about physical intimacy with, but I wasn’t a gentleman, so I wrapped my fingers around her neck and parted my lips with mine. It seemed like she had expected a light peck of my lips against her, but that wasn’t how Italians kissed, especially not a woman whose breasts I’ve been staring at since the moment she came in.

I pulled her lower lip into my mouth, parting her lips and invading her mouth with my tongue. I heard her gasp into my mouth and tried to control the blood that had begun to pound in my ears. It seemed like the blood in my lower body gathered together in one spot, kissing a woman wasn’t enough to make a man like me hard, right?

The constraint in my pants said otherwise.

My sight went blank when I felt her tongue touch mine, and I froze. Her hands hung on the edge of my shirt as she began kissing me back. Pulling my lips as I’ve pulled hers, slipping her tongue over mine into my mouth. I felt the tiniest tremor run through her body. Triumph filled my blood like a high. She wanted me. I couldn’t help cupping her breast through her clothes, when she let out a moan into my mouth, it was like music to my heart.

“We asked for a kiss and not a make-out session!” Someone screamed at us, making Emily jump out of my arms, I controlled the urge to drag her back. Soon we would be alone, and she would be mine.

I loved how people had to shift back when we passed, and how other women looked at Emily with jealousy. I loved her hair too, how it matched the purple in her eyes. I had married a beautiful woman. One that would warm my beg and give me no trouble. I would give her my forgiveness for making me angry today when we were alone, she would be beneath me while I fuck those breasts that had teased me all day.

I was a bit pissed when some men began questioning her, we had gone through the answers last night but I couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

“Where did you two first meet?” Someone threw that question.

With a smiling face she answered, “Last year, I saw him first at a graduation at NYU, he had been invited to give a speech.” She said, looking at me.

That hadn’t been what I asked her to say, the later part. But I had given I speech at NYU the year before.

“He had looked so handsome in that Navy Blue suit and Lilac tie, and I couldn’t help but want him.” She said, batting her eyes and looking shy. I had married a bloody actress.

But something bugged me, I remembered how my secretary had made me wear a navy blue suit instead of the black I would rather wear, and that lilac tie. She had truly been there and saw me,

“Who made the first move?” Another person asked.

Because I knew she would say it was her and no one would believe that I answered first, “I did, not everyone stopped bugging my woman.”

“One more thing, for the bride, what do you think you both do not have in common?” Portia asked, it was a shitty question, showing she didn’t approve of my wife. But Emily didn’t get the message.

“I can’t swim, and Alexandro is such a good swimmer that I find myself lacking.” She replied.

I wanted to slap the words back into her mouth. No one here was a friend. One slip and they fling a way to throw you out and take your place. Never reveal your weaknesses in front of the outfit.

The party was over and the gown had begun to annoy me, first, it didn’t let me get as close to her as much as I would have loved to, it took so much space in the elevator while the smell of her hair teased me. There was the agony of watching her breast swell with each breath she took and the irony of the number of men who could tell the number of inhalation my wife took because they couldn’t get their eyes off her cleavage.

The staff had prepared a room for my wedding night, and I was eager to get Emily out of that dress, surely she would be having the same thought as I was. She paid me no attention in the elevator, I made no attempts to break the silence. Her moans would do that when we were finally alone in my suit.

But first I was going to correct her for every mistake she had made tonight and remind her, what exactly she was in my life, her role was a very vital one and I needed her to be prepared before I took her to the old man, I would bid my time.

She led the way to our suite while I tailed behind, but the moment the doors were closed I pulled her back, crushed her back against the wall, and wrapped my hands around her neck, pressing that vital point.

“Do you know how many fuck ups you made today?”