El Regalo del Padrino

"Babe, I can feel you staring at my crotch from across the table."

Maya's fork froze mid-air, a piece of wedding cake wobbling on the tines. She set it down slowly, a flush creeping up her neck. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Leo."

The reception hall buzzed around them—drunken uncles doing the Macarena, bridesmaids giggling by the bar, the DJ pretending anyone still cared about the dance floor. Leo leaned back in his chair, adjusting his tie with one hand. The other rested on his thigh, fingers drumming a lazy rhythm.

"You've been doing it all night. Since the ceremony, actually." He took a sip of champagne, eyes never leaving hers. "What's going on?"

Maya bit her lip. They'd been together three years, married for one. Their sex life was good—great, even. But lately she'd been scrolling through things in bed after he fell asleep. Things she wanted to try. Things she wanted to do to him.

"Nothing." She reached for her wine. "Just...thinking."

"About?"

"Your cock."

The word dropped between them like a stone in still water. Leo choked on his champagne, coughing into his fist. Maya watched him, heart hammering, the wine glass cold against her palm.

"Okay," he said, recovering. "That's...not nothing."

"I want to do something different tonight." She leaned forward, voice dropping to a whisper. "I want to worship it. Like, really properly. From the moment we get back to the hotel until you can't fucking stand it."

Leo's hand stopped drumming. He stared at her, pupils dilating even in the dim light. "You're serious."

"Dead serious."

The DJ announced the last dance. Maya stood, smoothing her navy dress, and offered him her hand. "Come on. I've been patient enough."

The hotel room was all cream walls and generic art, but Maya didn't care about the decor. She kicked off her heels the second the door clicked shut, then turned to face him. Leo was already loosening his tie, watching her with that hungry look she loved.

"Undress," she said. "Slowly."

He obeyed, shrugging off the jacket, unbuttoning the shirt one button at a time. Maya sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, drinking him in. When he dropped his trousers and stood there in just his boxers, the bulge was unmistakable.

—Ven aquí.

He walked over, and she reached up, hooking her fingers into the waistband of his boxers. Pulled them down. His cock sprang free, half-hard already, thick and familiar and hers.

"Fuck, Maya."

"Shh." She wrapped her hand around the base, feeling the heat of him, the pulse. "Let me do this."

She leaned in and licked the tip, slow and deliberate, tasting salt and skin. Leo's breath hitched. She took him in her mouth, just the head at first, swirling her tongue around the ridge. His hand found her hair, not pushing, just resting there.

"God, your mouth," he whispered.

She pulled off, just enough to speak. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to suck my cock until I can't think straight."

She smiled, then took him deeper. Her throat opened, muscles relaxing as she swallowed him down, inch by inch. The sounds—wet, obscene, rhythmic—filled the room. Leo's thighs trembled. His grip on her hair tightened.

"Fuck, Maya, that's...that's so good."

She bobbed her head, faster now, saliva running down her chin. She could feel him twitching on her tongue, taste the pre-cum beading at the tip. She wanted all of it. Every drop.

"Stop," he gasped. "Stop, I'm gonna—"

She pulled off, panting, lips swollen. "Not yet. I'm not done."

She pushed him onto the bed, climbed over him, and straddled his chest. Her dress had ridden up, her panties dark with wetness. She looked down at him, at his cock standing proud and slick with her spit.

"My turn," she said, and lowered herself onto his face.

His tongue found her clit instantly, lapping at her through the soaked fabric. Maya moaned, grinding against his mouth, reaching back to wrap her hand around his cock again. She stroked him in time with her own movements, the double sensation making her dizzy.

"Leo," she breathed. "Leo, I'm gonna—"

He pushed her panties aside and drove his tongue inside her, and she came with a sharp cry, burying her face in his thigh. Her orgasm rippled through her, hot and sudden, and she rode it out against his mouth.

When she caught her breath, she turned around, still straddling him. His cock was right there, glistening, waiting. She positioned herself over it, felt the head nudge against her entrance.

"Ready?"

"For you? Always."

She sank down, taking him in one slow, perfect motion. They both groaned. She sat still for a moment, feeling him stretch her, fill her completely.

"Move," he begged. "Please."

She started to ride him, slow at first, then faster. The bed creaked. Their bodies slapped together, wet and loud. Leo reached up to grab her tits through her dress, pinching her nipples through the fabric.

"You feel so good," he said, voice ragged. "So fucking good."

Maya leaned forward, changing the angle, and his cock hit that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyes. She rode him harder, chasing it, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"I'm close," she panted. "I'm so close."

"Cum for me. Cum on my cock."

She did, her orgasm crashing through her like a wave, her body clenching around him. Leo followed a second later, thrusting up into her, spilling deep inside her with a guttural moan.

They collapsed together, sweaty and trembling, his cock still half-hard inside her. Maya rested her forehead on his chest.

"Happy wedding," she whispered.

He laughed, breathless. "Best wedding I've ever been to."

They lay there in the dark, the sounds of the city filtering through the window. Leo's hand traced lazy circles on her back. Maya smiled against his skin.

"Round two?" she asked.

"In a minute." He kissed the top of her head. "Let me catch my breath first."

She could feel him stirring inside her already.

"Maybe two minutes."