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“I like the sound of that,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck and returning the kiss, moaning softly when his tongue slides into my mouth. “We don’t have to stop this time.”
Alessio’s hands slide over my bare skin, and I feel his hard cock press into my belly, hot against my cool skin. “I did promise that you’d get to come, once we got to Greece,” he murmurs, lifting me in the water. When my legs go around his hips and his cock nudges inside of me, I let out a gasping moan that I think might have been heard at least one floor down.
“You can come as many times as you want,bellissima,” he promises me, walking me backward so that I’m leaning against the back wall of the pool as he starts to thrust. His hand slips between us, immediately finding my clit as he kisses me. It takes only seconds for me to tip over the edge, clinging to his shoulders as I come hard, the arousal that’s been building since I was in his office yesterday crashing over me.
Alessio makes me come twice more before he does, slipping out of me long enough to set me on the pool edge and eat me out to another breathless orgasm before he pulls me back into the water, turning me around and fucking me hard and fast with his fingers rubbing over my clit the entire time. He spills over my back as he comes, the heat of it making me moan and arch backward, a small flicker of disappointment rising in me when I remember that we left before I could get my birth control pills. I’d hoped that our romantic honeymoon might be the first time he came inside of me.
“Youdowant children, right?” I ask him a little while later, when we’re both lying out nude on our lounge chairs in the sun, liberally slathered in sunscreen and enjoying the freedom of not having a single pair of eyes on us. I turn towards him, shading my eyes. “It really is just you wanting to wait a little longer?”
“Of course, I want children with you,” Alessio reassures me. “A few of them, I hope. But I want time with you, first. I want to be a little selfish with my wife, for a little while. We have plenty of time.”
“I know what you mean.” I lean back, enjoying the feeling of the sun on my bare skin. “There’s so many things we haven’t done yet. Dates to go on, places to travel—”
“I want to do all of those things with you. In a few years, we can revisit the topic of children. Idowant them,” he says again, firmly. “But I want to enjoy the sweet surprise of being married to you first,tesoro.”
It all feels perfect. Alessio has planned everything out, from the afternoon poolside to the chef’s tasting that’s brought to us on our own private balcony later, course by course, paired with exquisite wine and served with a view of the island below, lights twinkling in the gathering darkness.
“We’ll go out tomorrow,” Alessio promises as we finish dessert, a light-as-air tropical mousse that might be the best thing I’ve ever tasted. “There’s plenty of shops to wander through and things to see.”
“How long are we staying?” I ask curiously, wondering if he’ll finally tell me, and he shrugs.
“I’ve left it open-ended. I’m waiting to hear how things are back home, with—” he hesitates. “I don’t want to bring up unhappy things tonight, but you know what I’m talking about. Originally, I planned for a two-week honeymoon, but if we need to extend it—” Alessio smiles. “I’m sure it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.”
As much as I’d like for our extended vacation to be for other reasons, I can’t argue that he’s wrong. The idea of more time with him here sounds blissful, and as we fall into bed a little while later, tangling up in the crisp white sheets, I think once again that I could stay here forever.
I’ve only been in Greece a day, and I already love it.
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The next day starts out equally as blissful. Breakfast is brought to our room, and we eat it out on the balcony again, Alessio’s gaze sweeping over me in the filmy white dress I bought, with small blue flowers scattered over it. “You match the scenery,” he says with a laugh, pulling me in for a kiss as he plants the straw hat I bought atop my head. “Let’s go explore Santorini.”
Alessio is the most light-hearted I’ve ever seen him as we make our way through the winding streets, as if being away from home has taken a weight off of his shoulders, too. We still have security with us, but they keep their distance, giving us the illusion of being entirely alone as we make our way through small shop after small shop, browsing and exclaiming over small, silly items. Alessio buys me a shell necklace and an embroidered sarong, and we stop for lunch in a small cafe overlooking the water, with some of the most delicious food I think I’ve ever had. We see the cats that roam through the streets and get enough sun to turn my cheeks pink. After lunch, Alessio takes my hand, and we start to walk down towards the beach.
We’re halfway there when he stops suddenly, his hand tightening on mine. “Turn around,” he says quietly, and I look at him, frowning.
“What?” My heart speeds up in my chest, and Alessio gives me the look that I know means I’m not supposed to argue with him.
“Turn around,” he repeats, still very quietly. “We’re going back to the hotel.”
“But—” I start to protest, feeling a wave of disappointment. “Alessio, everything is fine. You’re seeing things—who could have followed us here? We were supposed to go down to the beach—”
“I know.” He says it through gritted teeth, reaching for my arm. He’s gentle, but he turns me around, nudging me back up the path. “Go, Gianna.”
I don’t know what he thinks he saw, but I go. I can’t help but pout a little, frustrated that our perfect day has been infringed on by the danger we came here to escape, and I know Alessio can tell. I feel certain that he’s going to punish me for it when we get back to the hotel, but instead, the moment the door to our room is shut behind us, he pulls me into his arms, kissing me.
“I’m sorry,” he says softly into my hair as he wraps his arms around me, holding me against his chest. “I couldn’t risk something happening to you. It felt like someone was following us, and I—I couldn’t take the chance.”
Privately, I’m worried that he’s a little paranoid, but his restlessness about it doesn’t seem to ease. We spend the rest of the day in the room, enjoying the infinity pool and having dinner on the balcony again. Alessio almost hovers over me, unwilling to let me out of his sight for even a moment. There’s no romantic sex when we go to bed—he pulls me into his arms again instead, holding me close until we both finally drift off to sleep, my thoughts full of confusion as to what he’s so worried about.Surely we’re safe here,I think as I drift off, Alessio’s lips against my temple as he lays there with me under the soft linen sheets.
“I’ll always keep you safe,” he whispers as I drift off, and I believe him.
My worry is thathedoesn’t believe it himself.
Gianna
Iwake up first in the morning to the sun streaming into our room, and I look over at Alessio’s peaceful, sleeping face. I wonder for a moment if I should wake him up the way I do at home—but I’m not sure that he fell asleep last night for a long time. I have the glimmer of an idea as I sit there looking at him, remembering a small pastry and tea shop near the hotel that we passed by yesterday.I could bring him breakfast back and surprise him,I think, the idea taking root as I imagine having it all set out for him on the balcony before he wakes up.
He’d worry if he knew, especially after yesterday—but I can’t believe that there’s any real threat.We’re so far away,I think, biting my lip.How could there possibly be danger here?If anything, I reason, when I come back without any issue, Alessio will see there’s nothing to fear. We’ll be able to have the day that we missed out on, and he’ll be able to relax again.
