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‘You’re a fucking minx.’
In response, knowing exactly what I’d had to do and what her body could do to me, she began to move herself faster up and down my rock-hard cock. Up and down she went, until my mind could no longer concentrate on anything else other than seeing the stars that were now in front of my eyes and taking the orgasm I badly needed.
Suddenly, the small vestige of control I still had snapped loudly inside my head. I raised my hand and slapped it down on the pale skin of her ass as payback and rolling her over a little more, I began to fuck her the way we both needed.
Setting a fast and frantic pace, with only the sounds of flesh slapping flesh and our mutual moans and groans filling our vast bedroom, higher and higher we both climbed, until we fell over the precipice together. As her walls contracted and relaxed over and over again, my cock reciprocated sending long bursts of cum inside her.
Spent at last, we lay there not speaking, but just matching each other’s breathing. Moving us both marginally, I wrapped my arms tightly around her and pushing my face into her hair I breathed her in.
My woman.
My wife.
Little bird.
I closed my eyes in surrender to her. I was a man who enjoyed control and all the different aspects the act of sex brought with it, but holding her like this had to be way up there near the very top. With our sweat covered bodies conjoined and our breathing falling into pattern with each other’s, I felt complete.
I felt at peace.
CHAPTER EIGHT
SERAFINA
Salvatore had kissedhis way down my body to wake me, while in low murmurs that caressed my skin, he’d whispered about what he intended doing to me that evening. I’d known then, that our couple of days away from the rest of the world was over. I fought hard to keep inside me the long sigh that I wanted to release.
I took a few minutes to compose my thoughts. I was heartbroken on one hand, but also as I balanced my thoughts, I knew I was eager to see my family.
Previously, in the two years we’d spent together as man and wife, we had kept ourselves pretty much to ourselves, seeing mainly family members. It seemed easier that way. We had craved each other’s company. Salvatore preferred me to be at home, especially when he was there, and I’d happily obliged, enjoying his company more than I ever thought possible. Also, our marriage, given our families’ history and our subsequent union, had always seemed to attract far too much attention from others when we were out and about. The constant look in strangers’ eyes as they studied us far too much for my liking, had always made me feel uncomfortable.
The situation, I was sure, would now be different. Salvatore had a different position in the family and with a bit of luck our marriage would no longer be the top of the gossip list, at least I hoped that was the case.
I’d always known that we’d have to return to our everyday lives, whatever that would bring, and it concerned me.
Not now… enough thinking.
However, I also knew that returning brought with it some bonuses.
Refusing to think too hard, I recognised that I was excited to go and walk on the beach below us. The same beach that seemed to have been a focal point for most of the things that had meant anything to me, so far in my life.
As he’d vacated our bed, I’d shelved my worries, suddenly distracted. In complete and absolute awe, with my mouth instantly salivating, I’d watched the beautiful physical specimen of my husband as he began to get ready for the day ahead.
Salvatore walked around our room once or twice, showered and then disappeared inside our large dressing room. When he’d reappeared, he was dressed in grey sweat shorts and a black, fitted gym shirt, which tightly hugged each sinew and muscle he’d worked so very hard for. In one hand was his chosen light grey suit, a pale blue shirt, tie and matching pocket square. Knowing he’d hung them in our room for later, I knew without him saying that at some point he was going to work.
We also had his grandfather to visit. I was in equal parts excited and wary of what the meeting might bring.
Then he’d left our room, with a kiss on my forehead after letting me know he was going for a run and that I’d needed to be ready to leave just before lunch. As soon as the door had closed behind him, I’d leapt out of bed knowing that right that minute my trepidation and worries for the future needed to be left behind. The sound of the waves and the sun reflecting off the sea were wordlessly calling me to them, just as they always did when I had something on my mind.
After eating a bowl of fresh figs and drinking an espresso, I showered and washed my hair. Gently, with the hot water caressing my aching body, I’d touched the sponge in my hand to the love bite on my shoulder, the one Salvatore had given me two days previously. Smiling to myself at the memory, I made a mental note to choose something to wear that had a wide enough strap on the shoulder to keep our private life just that; private.
After applying a light amount of mascara and a natural colour lip gloss, I put my hair up into a messy, loose knot. Then I selected a white maxi-dress, with a white lace bra and thong set, before putting my feet into a pair of crystal-jewelled flats.
Once I’d shouted out to Maria where I was going, I grabbed at my wide brimmed sunhat and sunglasses. Then I ran down the wide staircase which dominated our hallway, nodded to Bruno as I passed him at the front door, and was quickly out and onto the back terrace. I knew both Maria and Bruno had heard where I was going by the exchange of voices behind me, but all I could focus on was the call of the sea beneath me. Before I had chance to think, I was down the steps that Salvatore had built to replicate the ones from my family’s villa and was reliving my younger days.
As my feet hit the sand, I stripped off my sandals and pushed my manicured toenails deep into the soft sand beneath them.
If seeing and being with Salvatore over the past few days had seemed at some moments like a dream, feeling the sand in between my toes and closing my eyes momentarily, grounded me.
I was back.
