“Most people look at Tuscany as a world, and Italy as the universe. Many say five lifetimes would not be enough to explore everything, but since we are in a small part of that universe, we’ll do the best we can.”
“You’re amazing, you know that?”
“Yeah, I’ve been told a time or two,” he replies smugly and laughs.God, I love this man.
“But first,” he says as he saunters toward me “I think you need to get more comfortable.” He laughs seductively as he takes the book from my hands and takes my hand to pull me from the chair. Slowly, he removes my clothes.
“Why, Mr. Vitali, we’ve not even been here an hour yet,” I tease.
“And it’s been entirely too long not to have you in my bed,” he replies.
I place my hand on his growing erection and gently stroke him through his jeans.I love the feel of him.“Well then, what have you been waiting for?”
“Hell if I know.” He moans into my neck. He moves his hands to my hips and digs his fingers into my flesh as if he is holding on for dear life. Looking into my eyes, he reaches down and slides his hand up along my left thigh. Once it travels to the apex, his thumb brushes against my panties, and he moans when he feels the wetness that has settled on the silky fabric between my legs. A growl slips from his lips as he takes his finger and moves my panties to one side. My breath hitches as he slips his finger inside me. He nuzzles against my ear and says, “You are so fucking wet for me.”
It’s my turn to moan, his words lighting a fire within me that rages with desire. I need him, now! “Michael, please.”
“What do you want, baby?” he huskily asks in my ear.
Dazed with pleasure, I reply, “You.”
“You have me,” he teases. “You need to be more specific, love.”
“Fuck me.” I exhale audibly. “I want you to fuck me.” I hesitate before I say, “Now!”
He doesn’t need to hear anything more specific than that, so he quickly removes my bra and panties. I grasp at the button on his jeans and undo it and his zipper, then urgently push them to his ankles.
Once we’re both completely naked, he pauses so his gaze can greedily roam my body. My heart is racing from the burning heat I see in his eyes. He bends down to capture my left nipple between his lips, and he sucks it into his warm, wet mouth.Oh, God!His fingers are still working me, and I feel my orgasm building.
Just as I am about to find my release, Michael bites down on my now very erect and sensitive nipple, sending the most incredible pain and pleasure sensations through my body. My orgasm lets loose, and my body begins to convulse.
He doesn’t give me time to ride my pleasure out, instead turning me around and bending me over the side of the bed. He slaps my ass, hard, and then plunges himself deep inside me.
He pumps into me hard and fast, and my body is taking every bit of it. The feeling is intense, and I can’t help but scream with each thrust. He’s close; I can feel him growing inside me, and before I know it, his warmth fills me. He pumps so much into me that I feel it dripping down my leg. He owns me. He always has, and he always will. As he catches his breath, completely spent, he leans over me and says, “God, baby, I don’t know how I would have survived if you didn’t come back to me.”
He pulls out, and I am surprised to see he is still hard. “Get on the bed, babe,” he commands and lies on the bed next to me. “Come here, baby. I need to see you come.”
I straddle his waist, but he pulls me forward until my knees are nestled on either side of his face. He lightly kisses up my inner thigh, rendering me weak with desire. I place my hands on the wall above his head to maintain some semblance of balance as his tongue slides across my clit.Oh, fuck!I can’t help but cry out. The pleasure is consuming.
He licks at our combined juices, and right now, nothing else matters in this world but his warm, velvety soft tongue and what it’s doing to me. My entire body trembles as he swirls his tongue along and around my clit. I grind into his face, increasing the friction he’s generating.
As I’m about to release again, he slides his fingers into me while his tongue continues to wreak havoc on my clit. My orgasm floods my body with spasm after spasm as my pussy clamps down on his fingers, milking him for more. When I can’t take any more, I move off of him and lie on my back next to him.
“You okay, baby?” he asks.
I look at him and smile, completely satisfied. I have no words, but I am convinced that the purr coming from deep in my throat tells him I’ve never been better. I inch myself closer, snuggling into his side.
We lie like that for a while until Michael says, “We have to go outside, walk around and get some fresh air. It’s the best way to avoid jet lag.” He smacks my butt and jumps out of bed.
We spend the rest of the afternoon walking around the garden and relaxing by the pool. It’s been the perfect first day of what promises to be the perfect honeymoon.
