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Mia smiles and shifts to release me from my slacks and I groan as she runs her fingers up and down my length.
“I love you, Dante,” she says as she seats herself on my cock, and I throw my head back, groaning, unable to answer her.
Not that I could answer her honestly, anyway.
I feel an increasingly familiar stab of guilt, but then she starts to roll her hips and I forget everything in my head, just rocking back into her and chasing my own orgasm. It seems like it’s been a week rather than just a couple of days that we haven’t been sleeping together.
I guess my body’s gotten used to having a woman every night, because I feel primal, almost feral, grasping onto her hips tightly as I fuck up into her.
“Dante,” she gasps, saying my name over and over, and I start to thrust harder, feeling her tighten around me. When she comes, she’s loud, moaning and crying out, and I grin, loving that everyone on board would hear her.
It takes me only a few more thrusts before I come inside her, and she pants against my neck, coming down.
After a few moments, she stands up, wincing a bit, and I frown.
“Are you sore?” I ask.
“No,” she says quickly, adjusting her dress. “But I better be before the night is over.”
Heat rushes through me.
Mia becomes more and more attractive to me each day. That should probably scare me.
10
MIA
The honeymoon is everything I expected it to be, and our wedding night – well, it’s almost perfect.
We end up on the beach after having too many cocktails and I’m giggly and he has his hands all over me. We’ve found a topless beach and I don’t mind doing as the locals do.
The sand gets all over me, but I don’t care because Dante’s thrusting into me, his breath hot against my neck. He kisses and bites me there, leaving purple blossoms that will sting tomorrow.
I can’t stop telling Dante that I love him, and I don’t even mind that he doesn’t say it back. At least, I don’t think I do.
When we’re finally showered and sated, lying in bed nude together with no intention of making love again, I turn to him.
“Do you think you’ll grow to love me?” I ask him in a small voice, and he looks at me, his eyes glassy from exhaustion and all the alcohol we’ve ingested that day.
“I think I already am,” he murmurs, and he kisses me, and wonder of wonders, we have enough energy to make love one more time.
I’m on top, this time, with Dante looking up at me and praising me like a goddess. He tells me how beautiful I am, how good I’m doing, and I rock my hips forward faster and faster.
He takes my hips in his hands and bounces me on top of him and that’s when I come, hard and fast and sudden. I’ve lost count of how many orgasms Dante has given me today alone.
When Dante spills inside me again, I don’t want him to slide out of me, but it’s impossible to sleep that way so I sigh and get off him, putting my head on his shoulder.
When I fall asleep, I don’t think life can get any better.
I wake up with sunlight streaming in the window and Dante gone.
Had to make some calls, the note he left on his pillow said.Work.
I frown. Is it really work or is he letting some girl down easy? I try to relax my shoulders, thinking that if he’s talking to them instead of seeing them, that’s a good thing.
I told Dante the truth when I said I wouldn’t live with him as man and wife if he cheated. I know that my father has gone astray here and there in his long marriage to my mother, and she’s always taught me that when you’re married to a goodfella, you have all the power.
I don’t know about that, but I do know that I can’t put up with it the way that my mother has. I don’t have it in me. I’m too jealous, too possessive. I leave marks all over Dante and he does the same, and I love how we belong to each other.
