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PLAYLIST: ? IN YOUR BED - BAT FOR LASHES ?
“Hasanyone ever told you you’re insatiable?” I fight off a smile, lying against the pillows. The room is bright with warm morning sunlight. It’ll be noon soon, and we haven’t set a foot outside of the messy, sheet-wrinkled bed.
Gio casts me an amused look, his lips twisted into a troublesome grin. His beard has grown thick again, though neither of us could care any less. Honeymoon rules state anything goes—includinglazy days in bed, indulging in the perfect newlywed trifecta: sex, cuddles, and food.
Even if I wanted to get out of bed and go sight-seeing Florence, I couldn’t. I’m being held captive by my mischievous, insatiable husband.
I giggle against my will as Gio proves he’s a bad influence. He disappears under our sheets and travels the length of my body. His lips and hands work in tandem, kissing and caressing. Light touches that send tingles of delight zinging through me.
My eyes slip close at the feel of his worship. He grips my hips and places tender kisses on my belly before he moves on. He dips lower, pressing more and more kisses into my skin. My pelvis and then the insides of my thighs. My soft mound, my peach fuzz a trail to his final destination.
My pussy.
I hum my approval and slide my fingers into his hair. I’m wetter than ever these days, turned on by the slightest flex of his muscles, the faintest note of his masculine scent.
His tongue runs down my slit. The warm, almost ticklish feeling makes me writhe. I clutch his hair and grind my hips in sync with the motion of his tongue.
“Patience,Honey,” he scolds.
My moan answers for me, equal parts whiny and wanton.
Gio always takes me there, always has me begging for more.
For the rest of our lives this will be our reality—passion and pleasure. Our love expressed and explored with our bodies during moments like these.
Gio’s tongue tells me he loves me with every lick and stroke. He eats me out while I arch up and see stars. My fingers glide along his scalp and then tug hard on his strands. I can’t help it when the crescendo hits and my body swells from the thousands of tingling nerve endings.
I come, and I comehard.
Wet and slick right on Gio’s eager tongue. He laps at me some more, careful not to waste a drop of my juices—or, as he calls it, the sweetesthoneyknown to man.
He kisses me on the mouth, trading my taste. Still in a daze from my orgasm, I can only moan and enjoy the taste of me, sucking on his tongue.
“Time to put more than my dick in you,” he teases. He sits up and grapples for the hotel phone. “How does breakfast on the balcony sound?”
I hum. “I’m still full from the late-night dessert we had.”
For once, I’m not usingdessertas innuendo. I reallyamfull from three a.m. cheesecake. On our wedding night, in between our enthusiastic sex marathon, we’d taken several breaks to feed ourselves.
“You need breakfast. It’s the most important meal of the day,” he says, dialing the hotel’s kitchen. The second they answer, he orders a laundry list of items. Basically, the whole menu.
I watch, shaking my head when he hangs up.
“I’m going to be huge, the way you’re feeding me.”
He leans over and drops another kiss to my lips. “Our little one needs to be well fed.Youneed to be. No more skipping meals. Your nutrients affect more than just you now, Honey. Our son needs to grow up healthy and strong.”
“Ordaughter.”
A slight grin touches his face. Gio’s convinced we’re having a boy. If not for any other reason than he’ll be his heir someday.
“Or daughter,” he admits. His hand reaches out, caressing my ever-growing belly. “I would like a son first.”
“Why? So he can carry on the family business?”
“Yes. But also so he can protect his mother and younger sister when I’m not around.”
