Stefan smiled a cocky grin down at me.“That, Francesca,” he kissed my lips, “was my wife getting off from me spanking her perfect, round ass.”He chuckled.“And me getting off just as fucking hard.”He kissed me one more time before pulling out and flopping on the bed beside me.
“Christ, Francesca.You're going to kill me if you keep this up.”He turned his head to look at me.“I'm definitely going to have to start back on my workouts.No one would fault me for shoving my schedule to the side after marrying the most beautiful woman in the world.”His eyes gazed over my face.“But if I don't start back to the gym, I won't be able to keep up with you.”
I hadn't seen Stefan work out.Ever.Back when he was in the hospital—and then at my apartment—he could barely walk from the bed to the bathroom.
But anyone who looked at him knew that the man worked out regularly.
“Come here,” he said, and pulled me onto his chest.“I need you close after we do—” his hand waved toward the living room, “that.Are you okay?How does your ass feel?”
I raised my head and asked, “You still owe me four spankings.I only counted to three.”Then I wondered if he was going to finish the job here in bed.
The raspy laughter from him told me I was probably wrong.His hand lazily rubbed up and down my back to my behind.“Your ass is safe.For now.”He squeezed one cheek.“You redeemed yourself.So, I cut your punishment short.”
I bit my lip and looked off to the side for a moment.“So—you're not spanking me anymore?”
Another laugh burst out of him.His hand slid up over my shoulder, and his finger touched my lips.“With that smart mouth?”He raised his eyebrows and focused on my lips.“I can guarantee you'll be getting a fuckload of spankings from me.”His gaze shifted to my eyes.“But not right now.You served your time.”Then his fingers tenderly pushed a few locks of hair over my ear.“These look stunning on you.”He touched the earring.
I'd forgotten about them already.With all the sex, my mind had been elsewhere.“Thank you, Stefan.I really love them.”I moved up to kiss his lips.“And I love you,” I whispered, feeling my heart nearly burst.
Stefan took over the kiss.His hand held the back of my head, holding me to him.“Now that,” he grinned from ear to ear, “is the proper way to accept my gift.”
Message received.
Loud and clear.
10
Francesca
We spent a couple more hours or so in the suite.Having sex, lounging around, sitting in the hot tub, having sex in the hot tub, and generally just enjoying each other's naked bodies.
Eventually, my stomach started rumbling.Which was kind of a bummer.But also not.Because that just meant we got to go back to the outdoor market for food.And there was a ton of it available.
Stefan bought us the best sandwiches I'd ever had.Prosciutto, mozzarella, salami, tomato, and lettuce, between the yummiest ciabatta rolls.It was to die for.
After that, we found more pastries.This time he bought us cannoli.Chocolate ones with creamy, fluffy filling.They were completely delicious.We shared an orange-flavored sparkling water and wandered around some more.
Stefan bought some beautiful paintbrushes I was looking at.And even though they cost way, way, way too much money—all I said was, “Thank you.”I might have teared up, though.
A while later, we went back to the hotel for a nap.Which led to more sex, of course.And another nap.
And then it was time for supper.
So, we packed up the car, and Stefan took me to a cute ocean-side restaurant where we sat outside and watched the sunset.
On the way home, I reached for his hand.“This was the best day I've ever had.Thank you.”And it was true.I couldn't think of a time I'd had more fun.I saw so many new things, my head was swimming.In a good way.A very good way.
But my body was also so relaxed.Probably exhaustion from all the sex we had.
Stefan brought my hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it.“Me, too, Francesca.I had the best time.With you.”He gazed over at me briefly as he drove.
Our conversation was light on the way home.He asked me what I was going to paint with my new brushes.I didn't have an answer for him, though.I'd have to see what kind of inspiration hit.
When the castle came into view, I was happy.But I was also a little teeny bit disappointed that our day was almost over.“I wish this day would never end,” I said out loud, instead of in my head as I'd meant.
Stefan just chuckled as he parked the car in front of the castle.He didn't park inside the garage like I thought he would.
“Don't get me wrong, I love everyone in there.”He jerked his head at the castle.“But honest to Christ, they can be a lot sometimes.”He parked and got out.Then he came around to my door and let me out.We gathered all our bags and goodies and headed for the front doors.
