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Leo gets me settled in the garden, my favourite spot. Alga waits on me, hand a foot, feeding me all my favourite foods, never being able to finish a drink before the next one arrives. Spending the next couple of weeks pretty much wrapped up in cotton wool and gaining half a stone has me desperate to leave the house.
First, Leo takes me around the vineyards. I’ve admired them from afar every day, but this is the first time I have ever walked through them.
“We use a traditional method called pergola. This is where we train the vines to grow above in a trellising canopy.”
“It’s beautiful, Leo.” Walking beneath the canopy of greens and browns, I admire its beauty.
“We prune, trim, and harvest the fruit all by hand. It’s an old-fashioned way which takes more time, but it produces the best quality.”
Next, we explore the lemons. They’re unlike any lemons I’ve ever seen at the supermarket.
“They’re the size of grapefruits.” Leo nods proudly. He’s so handsome. The way he talks of the process with such enthusiasm, he’s really passionate about the produce.
“Unfortunately, I don’t get much time to do any of this myself; I can’t remember the last time I was in here.” Standing in front of him, I wrap my arms around his neck. When I look into his eyes, he looks so tired. He works so hard.
“I love you, Leo. So incredibly much.” His eyes widen, and his face lights up in a smile acknowledging the first time I say that I love him.
“Love you too, with all of my heart.”
Our lips crash together. My legs wrap around his waist. The need to be closer to him taking over my body. He spins us around in excitement, squeezing himself into me.
Placing me down gently, he disappears for a second, returning with a blanket he places on the ground. We both lie in each other's arms, staring at the fruits above us.
“I love it here, Leo, like this, so peaceful and quiet.”
“One day, my love, one day.” Sometimes Leo talks in riddles. This is one of those times. It’s been weeks since I felt him inside me. Most nights, he’s been out working; when he has been home, he’s stayed fully clothed and held me while I slept. His gentle approach has been appreciated, but now, I’m ready to be taken care of.
With one swift movement, I straddle him and remove my dress. Staring down at him in just my bra and thong, I lick my lips.
“What are you doing?” He breathlessly asks as he looks around, checking that nobody is nearby.
“You.” Happy we don’t have an audience, he puts his hand on the back of my neck and pulls me towards him. Kissing me hungrily, he flips me over so I’m on my back, him straddling me.
“Are you sure you are ok for this?”
“So ready.” He grabs my hands at the wrists and holds them above my head. Kissing and licking my neck, he pushes my legs apart with his own, grinding his hard length between them. Oh, how I have missed this.
“Keep your hands here. Do not move them.” I nod in acceptance as he releases his grip. His arm reaches under my back, unclipping my bra; my breasts release perky, craving his touch. His mouth sucks in my nipple, and a cry of pleasure escapes my throat. My arm searches for hair.
“No touching. Keep them here.” Grabbing both my wrists, Leo holds them again above me. “Trust me, do not move.” Leo pulls a knife out of his trousers. The blade is thick and shiny. He runs his finger gently along it, his skin splitting as easily as slicing through butter. It's not deep, but beads of blood run down his finger. He licks the blood clean, then covers my mouth with his. The kissing and taste of his blood on my tongue is so erotic. Moans and hums of pleasure escape from our bodies as we grind to find our release. Rising above me, he places the knife blade on my chest; the cold metal sends goosebumps across my skin. He carefully runs it down my body, watching it constantly; he licks his lips. When it reaches my thong, he slices through the straps at my hips. With one quick movement, he rips the remaining material from my body, leaving me completely bare. Feeling completely on show and extremely desperate for my man, I sit up to reach for his shirt.
“Did I say you could move?” He turns me onto my front and slaps my bum before turning me back to face him. The sting is delightful but just adds to my desperation for contact.
“Now, be a good a girl.” He does, however, reward me with removing his shirt.
Reaching to his side, he pulls a lemon from a nearby tree. Slicing it open with his knife, he squeezes it in his hands, letting the juice run down his arm and onto my body. The drips tease my breasts, stomach, and hips before they run between my legs. Leo opens me up and watches in pure lust and fascination. Feeling the vibration of his growl, my yearning ignites. My hips buck as I try not to move my arms. His head dips, and I wrap my legs around him using the limbs I can to get what I need. He kisses, licks, and presses that five o’clock shadow exactly where I need it. My legs quiver as I ride his face.
“That’s it, ride my face. Such a good girl.” His words of encouragement and praise have me screaming his name. Before I can recover, Leo removes his pants, his cock stands proudly, glistening, ready for action. The look on his face melts me. I’m his. Every last bit of me is his, and he knows it. With a smile on his face, he impales and claims what is rightfully his.
“So, what now?” I ask while our entwined, naked bodies recover from our lovemaking.
“You want to go again? I’m game for that.” Leo climbs on top of me. Laughing, I push myself up to face him.
“No, I mean with us. Can we still get married?” Leo half smiles, tilting his head to one side.
“When you’re ready, yes.”
“I’m ready now.” His eyes narrow.
