My hands rest on his chest as I bounce up and down. I love the way he grips my ass as my breasts bounce freely under the night sky. I can’t believe I’m this free, fucking outside. The other people on vacation can see us from across the way. And I don’t care. I want to enjoy this freedom.
“I want to hear you say it, Mrs. Pitucco.” He grips my ass cheek harder, taking control and slamming deep inside my pussy walls, driving me to the edge. He works my clit with his free hand.
“Baby, if you keep fucking me like this, I’m going to come all over your dick,” I murmur as I glide my fingers over my nipples.
He circles beneath me, then pistons inside me faster.
“Oh, yes, baby. Fuck me just like that,” I scream at the top of my lungs.
Now, I know everyone around us, including our bodyguards, can hear me.
“I miss fucking this pussy. This pussy belongs to me,” he growls.
“Baby, I’m coming,” I roar as my body convulses. The pleasurable multiple orgasms hit me hard, making me boneless. I fall against his muscled chest. Nico grips my hips as his cock jerks inside me, filling me with his cum.
“So good, Serenity.” He kisses my forehead as our chests rise and fall.
“Your dick has always been my weakness,” I breathe.
“And you have always been my obsession.”
My tongue glides across his hairy chest. “Take me to bed and fuck me again.”
“More dick for the wife. Coming right up.”
I snort out a laugh as I fall to his side.
He chuckles as he climbs off the hammock. Nico reaches for my hand and pulls me up into his lap. My husband lifts my body like I weigh nothing.
Cradling me in his arms, he carries me inside the villa.
Nico looks so happy and peaceful. I caress his bearded jaw. It brings joy to my heart knowing I make him happy. The high school football jock turned powerful mafia boss. Who knew our twisted mafia vows would become sacred, special, and hopefully unbreakable.
Chapter Twenty
SERENITY
Dinner with Miff and Lasheia was nice. Bodyguard girlfriends have it hard. Their men are gone for weeks sometimes. Yet, she stared at him like she was the happiest woman in the world. He’s seven years older than her. A cute age-gap love story. Lasheia said he fought their love in the beginning, but finally came around a year later.
I’d never seen Miff smile like this before.
The hard, stoic bodyguard who rarely showed emotion now looked like a man who’d found everything he’d ever wanted. The way his eyes remained on Lasheia told me he was hopelessly in love with her.
I couldn’t have been happier for them.
Still, duty came before everything in our world.
Miff sent Lasheia home a day early, explaining that he needed to meet with the entire security team to finalize our protection detail. With war on the horizon, every route, contingency plan, and escape strategy had to be reviewed.
The loving boyfriend disappeared.
The head bodyguard took over.
I’d miss running up and down the beach with Nico. And making love at sunrise and at night under the stars. Our honeymoon was an absolute delight.
On the flight home, I snuggle into my husband like he’s my own personal life jacket. War is coming. Honestly, I’m relieved. I want it over. So I can move on with my life. If I don’t survive, at least I’d shared the most memorable time of my life with the man I love.
We’ve been home for two days. My eyes flutter open. No sunlight shines through the thick blackout curtains. They were a must have to help us get back on our time zone sleep schedule. I peek at Nico. Sound asleep on his side facing me, his dark hair stands on end. I cuddle against him, resting my head under his chin as my fingers move over his very hairy chest. He’s finally being less self-conscious about it. I lie in my newlywed bubble just a little while longer. Madden arrives today.
