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The romance stronger.
My body is alive with just the lust for Antonio.
I can also blame that on his annoying antics during our drive. My pain-in-the-ass husband listed the dirty things he plans to do with his mouth during our honeymoon. At one point, I slid my fingers down my panties and touched myself as he spoke.
Antonio possesses the power of a nun when it comes to my safety, considering I begged him nonstop to pull over and fuck me, but he claimed it was too dangerous.
My husband, always paranoid.
Killers know killers.
“I did it, Mom.” I twist my wedding ring on my finger while standing on the terrace and staring up at the clear blue sky. “I found the dream you’d wanted me to have.” I press a kiss to my fingers and raise them forward. “I love you.”
I allow the sun's heat to pour over my skin for another second and then return to the cottage.
Aunt Aida and Uncle Felice are on vacation, so we have plenty of privacy here. She even left us a honeymoon basket with my favorite treats on the bed.
Antonio exits the bathroom while drying his wet hair.
My mouth waters as I stare at his bare chest, sprinkled with water droplets. I hitch a breath, eye-fucking him as my gaze descends to his six-pack.
He plays with the knot on the towel around his hips. “Is there something you want from your husband, princess?”
“Yes.” I chew the edge of my lip, waiting in anticipation.
He doesn’t loosen it. “We’ve come full circle, baby. I went from stalking you here to sleeping in your bed.”
“You did way more than just stalking me here,husband.”
I yelp when he wraps his arm around my waist and drags me toward him. He rotates me in his hold so I’m facing thebed. I shudder when he clutches me against his chest, his mouth grazing my ear.
“Mmm … my baby remembers all the dirty things I did to her here,” he says, sucking on my earlobe.
I roll my head to the side as he showers my neck with kisses, and goose bumps crawl over my skin when his cock twitches against my ass.
“You have no idea how often I stroked myself, thinking about it,” he groans against my skin.
I turn in his arms and tenderly place a kiss to the small scar on his arm from when he was shot at Dante’s. “You said you’d teach me a lot in Italy. Did I learn well?”
“Exceptionally, but I think you need to show me you haven’t forgotten.”
He groans when I release his towel, and it collapses to the floor, draping over our bare feet. I wrap my hand around his hard cock, teasingly stroking him.
His mouth finds mine, and he nips my lips while walking me backward to the bed. Clutching the top of my head, he pushes me to the edge. His cock is situated inches from my mouth, begging for me to suck it.
I open wide, inching closer, but he plants his palm against my forehead, stopping me.
“Did I tell you to suck it?” He tsks, staring down at me with half-lidded eyes.
I run my tongue against my front teeth and shake my head.
“Stroke it,” he demands, but then stops me after one jerk. “Other hand. I want to see that wedding ring when you touch my dick, baby.”
I switch hands, jerking him off, and he pumps his hips in a steady rhythm. He hisses in a breath when I lower my hand, cupping his balls and playing with them.
“Gigi,” he groans before retreating a step, and my hand drops from his cock. “Take off that dress, get in bed, and spread those legs for me.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice.
