Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
I started to panic at my inability to bring myself to climax. “Can you make me come?”
He pulled me forward and I lunged closer, confused when my chin rested on his shoulder. “Stay still for a second.”
I stilled and my eyes widened when his finger pushed into my ass. “Hale…”
“Shh… You’re okay.”
He was deep, filling me from both angles. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Let your body sink onto me and relax. I’ve got you.”
Leaning into him, I lowered until his cock fully penetrated me. That’s when his finger started to move.
I sucked in a breath. Stretched and unsure, I held onto his shoulders and let him lead. Sensations zipped over my nerves and I gasped.
He teased the thin wall separating his stroking finger from his engorged cock. “That’s a good wife. Stay still and let your husband take care of you.”
I was shocked by how much he was making me feel. I wasn’t even riding him anymore, but my sex had started to clench and my clit was pulsing.
“Now, touch yourself, baby.”
I reached between us and started to rub, gasping when the first shiver of an orgasm stole through me. “Oh, my God.”
“Keep going,” he said, pumping his finger in and out. “You’re almost there. I can feel you tightening around me.”
“Ah…” My head fell back as a wash of pleasure rained over me. I trembled and Hale held me close, riding the storm with me until we were both panting and replete.
“Beautiful.”
I would always favor Italy a little more than all the other places we visited because that was where Hale made the impossible possible. He might have destroyed my modesty that day, fucking me in broad daylight while villagers walked by the open windows—some had undoubtedly looked in. But what they saw was a woman in command of her own pleasure. A woman in love with an incredible man. A woman set free.
I could have stayed in Italy forever, but we had two more stops to make. Next was Santorini, Greece, which I was relieved to learn was only a short three-hour flight away from the Amalfi Coast.
Santorini was very similar to the Amalfi Coast with its busy streets and heavy tourist attractions, but the atmosphere was slightly different in that it lacked the brightly colored architecture of Amalfi.
Homes stacked along the coast like a pile of salt building from the briny sea. Each one uniquely carved of the same white stone. The crisp, bleached landscape was stunning at sunset when the sky seemed to reflect off the crystal clear waters and illuminate the buildings in shades of pink and gold.
I hadn’t felt great in Greece. It might have been all the walking, or perhaps it was the non-stop seafood we’d eaten, or maybe the stubborn jackass I rode on the way in. Not Hale, but the actual donkey he stuck me on to get to the villa.
“I’m sorry you didn’t get to enjoy Greece as much as all our other stops,” Hale said toward the end of our stay.
I’d been exhausted and fighting a stomach bug. “I’m sure we’ll come back.”
“I promise we will.”
I smiled up at him adoringly, knowing he’d keep his word.
By the time our stay ended, I was ready to go home. I missed American food and my creature comforts. I missed drive-throughs, central air, and ice in my drinks. But most of all, I missed Elara.
The last time we video chatted with her she looked enormous. She was saying new words and toddling around like a pro. And we were missing it.
I had a hunch Hale was also homesick for his daughter, but he seemed determined to make sure we enjoyed every last minute of our trip. We had one more stop in Maui and then it was back to Key West where I planned to stay for a long time.
When we landed in Hawaii I suddenly recalled a lot from my high school geography class. Namely, how the island was famous for its volcanos.
Hale thought this was a silly concern, but if anyone was going to suffer a brutal death in liquid-hot volcanic magma, it was probably me. My abnormally lucky husband would find the one dry spot in an eruption and outlive us all.
Knowing there was only one week left of our honeymoon I made the most of it. We spent the first day on the beach, but after that, it was all about Hale.
I booked us a tour through the rainforest, which was incredible. Then we took surfing lessons, which was hilarious. Hale picked the skill up in an instant. Me, not so much.
For our last night, I booked us a reservation at a restaurant known for its eccentric dining experience and unique menu. It was one of those fancy places where the chef picks the menu for guests and they only serve so many people a night. Very exclusive. Very Hale.