Although I had tried hard to keep my eyes on his, the sensation that tore through me at his sudden possession of my body caused me to throw my head backwards until I was looking up at the stars with wide eyes.
He stilled initially, waiting for me to come back down to earth. Gradually my head fell forwards again and our eyes connected once more. He changed his hold on me, supporting my back with his forearms and his large hands cupping the back of my head.
Then without another word between us we were moving. I met every thrust of his hips with equal abandonment as he lifted me up and down over and again. The heat of our bodies contrasted to the cool slap of the water on our bare skin. Knowing the level of commitment we were giving each other, set off a riot of sensations between us both. My core quickly tightened, and I began to quiver and shake as his movements drove me quickly higher and higher. I fought against it initially wanting our first time to last longer, but I knew I couldn’t fight against the inevitable. His eyes were focussed so intently on me as he concentrated hard on wringing every single piece of pleasure from my body, that I quickly realised he was in total control and I had no choice but to let go. When he thrust inside me again and added a swivel of his hips, I knew it was game over.
‘Nico…Oh God… NICO!’ In complete abandonment I screamed out my pleasure and chanted his name over and over.
As my orgasm crashed through me like the waves on the shore behind us and all of my senses switched off, all I was left with was the way his hands held me, the way his eyes pierced into my soul and the feel of his cock inside me.
‘I’m fucking burning for you… look at me… watch as you consume me.’
The words fell out of his mouth and I watched totally mesmerised as Nico relaxed into his own impending orgasm. Still holding us both up in the cool water, his body convulsed in my arms and he groaned. The sound he released vibrated through me as I felt his cum fill me up inside with long, warm, satisfying spurts.
At last his orgasm left him and he pulled me tightly to him as he fought to keep his balance in the water. Although I could tell he was totally spent he was somehow still managing to remain upright. My heart melted just a little bit more as I understood all he was concerned about now was getting me safely out of the water.
Slowly, but surely, he walked out of the sea still holding me in his arms. As soon as he was once again on the sand, he lowered my feet to the floor and rested his forehead on my shoulder while I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him to me.
‘That was…’ he started and as the words left him, he laughed lightly.
‘It was,’ I replied.
His head lifted up. I stood up on my tiptoes and pressed my lips quickly to his as I checked he was still real and happy to be in my arms.
A smile lit up his face and my heart opened up wide to silently embrace him.
‘Now about that dance, Mr. Morello,’ I whispered to him.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Nico
‘Now about that dance, Mr. Morello,’ she whispered to me, with a smile on her lips that shattered the cast iron casing around my inky, black heart.
‘I think I can manage that,’ I offered.
Out of the water and with the solid ground back underneath our feet, I held Bee closely to me and began to move. Still holding onto her as we danced, was giving me time to sort out what the fuck was going on inside of me. In the sea, the feelings that had been unleashed between us had seemed as temporary as the tide turning direction. I had wanted to feel her tight, wet pussy wrapped around my cock, so I had. My head had been demanding me to feel her walls quiver as I drove myself selfishly in and out of her. The need to watch her come apart in my arms had been so fucking compelling back then. But here, back on terra firma, having shot my load into her not ten minutes ago, I needed… no… wanted to feel her all over again, and that was a strange and confusing compulsion that was rocking me to my core.
Our eyes were firmly fixed on each other’s and I held her so close to me that nearly every part of our bodies were tightly entwined. She’d allowed me to possess her. In doing so, she had captured and enthralled me and I knew I wasn’t going to be releasing her anytime soon.
She intrigued me and I wanted to know everything there was to know about her. Fleetingly that thought concerned me, but then I felt liberated. I’d spent what felt like nearly a lifetime, refusing to get close to anyone who could be used against my family and yet, here I was, I’d never felt higher on fucking life than I did at this moment.
Mio angelo.
My angel, without a doubt she was the soft candlelight that lit up the dark recesses of my desperate soul. Perhaps my mamma had sent her down especially for me, an angel from heaven. The more I dwelled on it, I could hear mamma’s words telling me when I was younger, how I was going to be a man who needed the love of a good woman in my life. She’d said I would need the love and understanding that only a wife could offer me, and maybe she’d been right after all.
And now I have one, well fuck.
I moved us around gently to the sounds of the sea lapping the shore and the playlist coming from the small speaker, where we heard Elvis singing his heart out about love. I’d always loved his music, but now the words he was singing meant so very much more. When the compulsion took me, I had sung along making sure she heard and felt the meaning behind the words as deeply as I was feeling them. I pressed my face tightly against the side of her head and listened to her gasp each time my warm breath caressed over the shell of her ear.
When “Let it be me” by Elvis came through the small speaker I summoned all the courage I had and sung each word to her and meant every single one.
As a grown man I’d never been scared, my upbringing had conditioned me out of it. I had survived my precious mamma taking her own life and my repugnant father, despite his many attempts to break me and those I loved. I’d even endured having to kill others in order to keep my small family alive, but I wasn’t sure how I would survive the woman in my arms when the devil inside me demanded that I had to let her go. But until then, I wanted to know everything there was to know about her. I needed to make enough memories in the short time I knew we’d have together, to last me a lifetime. I wanted her laughter. I wanted all of the smiles that lit up the exquisite features on her face to be for me. I wanted her pleasure, but most of all I wanted the love she was offering. She had let me take possession of her and I meant to have every single fragment of the woman.
Bee
Slow dancing with my new husband on a beautiful secluded beach could definitely be described as foreplay. The feel of his hard, muscular body against mine as he controlled our every movement and whispered sweet words into my ears meant that my body was climbing higher and higher with an animalistic need. Top that with the fresh smell of his cologne wafting up and into my nostrils on the heat of his body, meant that my core was once again throbbing and aching for him.
‘Tell me something about you no one else knows, Bee?’ he gently implored.
‘I’m in love with Crete. I feel happier in the short time I’ve been here than any other place I’ve ever lived… and I think that’s got a lot to do with sharing it with you.’ That was an easy question to answer, but knowing I’d opened up a little about how he made me feel I prepared myself for him to pull away again.