WE DECIDED to honeymoon in Italy, on the coast.
We’re staying at a hotel in Capri, the interior white and clean, a view from every room. Sylvie booked the biggest suite they had, of course, with the best views of the ocean. The weather is still warm, and she’s currently out on the balcony of our suite, tanned from the sun and clad in a white bikini.
Topless.
I remain inside, staring at her through the glass door, contemplating what I should do. I’d planned on going down to the massive pool and relaxing on a lounger for an hour or two before we explore and find somewhere to eat lunch.
Seeing my wife’s breasts on blatant display has changed my plans.
Giving in to my urges, I open the sliding glass door and step outside. She’s on a lounger, her knees bent, a giant straw hat on her head, shading her face. She cracks open her eyes when she hears the door, a faint smile on her face.
“Care to join me?”
“I was going down to the pool.”
“Maybe you should go down on me instead.” She laughs when I say nothing. “I think the Italian air is making me horny.”
“I like your idea better.” I sit on the edge of her lounger, settling my hand on her knee. Her skin glistens from whatever she rubbed all over it, and fuck, I’m tempted.
“I can’t sit topless by the pool,” she says, sounding logical. “That’s why I’m doing it here.” She closes her eyes, looking every inch the rich socialite that she is. Thin gold chains around her neck, and gold bracelets on her wrists. My ring on her finger, accompanied by a slender band of diamonds.
“You’re wearing sunscreen?”
“Yes,” she says, her lips curling. “With a low SPF, though.”
“Syl.” I sigh.
“Spence.” She sighs in response.
I run my hand up her leg, my fingers drifting across her thigh. “You’re having fun?”
Her eyes pop open. “This has been the best vacation of my life.”
“I agree.” It’s been nothing but sun and water and sex and food. We can’t keep our hands off each other. I agree that there’s something in the Italian air.
I always want her. Just like I always have.
After our honeymoon, we’re going to the house in California and spending a few weeks there. The renovation is almost complete. Sylvie’s been going out there at least once a month to check on the progress, taking her damn cat with her. Squirrel actually likes the leash Sylvie keeps on her, or so her owner says.
I see the look in Squirrel’s eyes sometimes. I think she barely tolerates Sylvie and that leash, which is kind of amusing.
I’m slowly pulling out of my father’s business, and he’s letting me. We haven’t really talked about it, but I know he’s going to let me walk. Sylvie’s words, saying we all have a choice, gave me strength, because she’s right.
And she is my choice. My wife, and our new life is what I want to focus on. Nothing else matters.
Just her.
Scooting closer to Sylvie, I toy with the strings at her hips, slowly undoing one. The fabric parts, and with a brush of my fingers, she’s exposed, the bikini bottom hanging off one hip.
“What are you doing?” Her voice is a low murmur, her eyes closed once more, and I shift to the other side, undoing the tie there before I pull the bikini bottom back, exposing her completely.
“What’s it look like I’m doing?”
She lifts her hips and I yank the bikini from underneath her, letting it drop onto the warm terracotta tile. “People can probably see us.”
I glance down at the pool, to the many people sitting around and swimming in it. “No one is paying attention to us.”
“That’s too bad. I’m sure we could put on quite a show.” She removes the hat from her head, letting it fall onto the tile, and I quietly take her in.
Lush and beautiful and completely naked on the lounger. My wife is incredibly sexy since she’s become so comfortable in her own skin.
Not that she wasn’t sexy before. More like she’s become even sexier. And it’s almost to my detriment.
I never want to be away from her. She’s constantly on my mind, even more so now than ever before. I’m a man obsessed.
And she loves every minute of it.
She spreads her legs, showing me everything she’s got, and without hesitation, I touch her there, my fingers gently stroking. “Wet,” I murmur.
“Mmm, hmm.” Those eyes fall closed yet again, her head tilted back, her face shining in the sun. “Make me come like this, Spence.”
I continue searching her, sliding one finger inside her. Then another, the wet sounds of my fingers slipping in and out of her getting louder and louder. Leaning in, I draw a perfect, hard pink nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking and biting. Making her hiss in a breath. Making her moan low in her throat.
I make her come with just my mouth on her breasts and my fingers inside her wet, welcoming body, that soft “oh” she emits just before her body is consumed with shudders the only indication that she’s coming. When the orgasm eases, I pull my fingers from within her body and stand, taking off my shirt. Shucking my swim trunks until I’m as naked as she is, and desperately hard for her.
“Get up,” I demand, and she does as I say without protest, knowing she’s going to benefit. I sit on the lounger and encourage her to sit down on top of me, which she does eagerly. Within minutes, we’re readjusted, my cock embedded inside her body, her tits in my face, her arms wound around my neck.
“I like this,” she murmurs with a faint smile before she delivers a tongue-filled kiss.
I kiss her in return, shifting my hips, thrusting inside. She rides me, clinging to me, her mouth fused to mine, her pussy clenching tight around my cock until I feel like I might explode. The warm air brushes against our bare skin, making me break out in goosebumps, and I shiver when she draws her fingernails down my spine.
“I love you,” she whispers against my lips, just as another orgasm ripples through her. Her inner walls squeeze and torment, ringing my own orgasm straight out of me.
I come with a surprised shout, not giving a damn if I disturbed someone or caught the attention of a complete stranger. The orgasm came so quickly, but I’m too far gone to care.
“That was fast,” she says once our breaths have calmed and our heart rates have slowed.
I squeeze her close, dropping a kiss on the top of her breasts. “Felt good.”
“It always feels good with you,” she says with the utmost sincerity.
I smile at her, brushing the stray blonde hairs away from her face. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” She kisses me, shifting her hips, my cock still inside her. She keeps moving like that, I’m going to start fucking her again. “We don’t need to go down to the pool. Not yet.”
I raise my brows. “What do you want to do then?”
“I want you to keep fucking me. Just like this.” She surges forward, her hot pussy pressing against my lower stomach, and I’m instantly hard again. “Slow. Like we have all the time in the world.”
“We do.” I thrust forward, sending myself deeper. “We have the rest of our lives, remember.”
“You promise?” Her smile is small. Her laughter, sweet.
“Yes.” I kiss her, murmuring against her lips, “I promise.”
We do have the rest of our lives. Together.
That has a nice ring to it.
