‘NICO!’ Bee calling my name filtered into my ears, along with the screams she was now letting go into the night air with every thrust of my cock inside her.
As she started to pulse around me, my control snapped and recognising what we both needed, I picked up speed, fucking her hard as she rode the wave of her release and I chased my own. The walls of her pussy contracted around me as she unconsciously tried to encourage every last drop of my cum to enter her, and who the fuck was I to deny this woman anything. Now completely lost in my own orgasm, I allowed my balls to erupt inside of her, over and over again with every flex of my hips into her. In my head, I imagined my cum covering every part of her soft pink, velvet lined pussy.
Just as the last of my release threatened, I pulled out my cock suddenly and taking it in my right hand, I pumped it hard. Groaning out loud, I watched the long strings of white as they left my body and coated the underneath of the beautiful globes of her breasts, effectively marking her as mine.
‘Angel…’
I heard my voice shout out her name and then spent, I collapsed on top of her. Holding her hips in both of my hands, I rested my head down onto her stomach. There we stayed unmoving, with only the sound of our heavy breathing and the waves as they caressed the beach outside. I felt her begin to run her fingers through my hair and at her touch my body stirred and so did the voracious need I seemed to permanently have for this woman, my woman, mio angelo.
My cock began to stir and my mouth formed into a smile.
It was going to be a very long, pleasurable night and one that I was going to make certain she would feel for fucking days and remember for the rest of her life.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Bee
‘Barbara.’ I heard Nonna calling out my name from the large vestibule.
‘I’m in my dark room, I’ll be out in a few minutes,’ I shouted back as I wiped my hands on the rag beside me.
I hung up the last of the photographs I’d been developing, switched off the safelight and opened the blinds. Then I stood back to admire the pictures as they started to dry. Every picture I cast my eyes over had a memory attached to it and for someone who was still very much learning this new hobby, I was very proud of the skills that I had already acquired. This was an old-fashioned way of producing my pictures, but I loved the sense of purpose it gave me. So, for now, I saved some of my pictures on memory cards and others that I’d taken with the camera Nico had bought for me which used film, I developed in the dark room he’d had especially built for me.
Strangely it was these ones that really hit home. Whether it was because I was creating something from start to finish, I didn’t know, but perhaps it was because the majority of them were of my husband and the dragonflies that seemed to frequent our pool in the early evening.
I was in total awe of them both.
I loved how naturally photogenic Nico was and how completely at ease my camera lens nearly always witnessed him. There, captured inside the photo I’d taken, was the man I knew my husband was deep down inside. The one that he hadn’t been allowed to be. The one I was discovering, at the very same time he unravelled me here on a small island in the Mediterranean Sea. I loved staring at the many pictures I’d taken of him. In some of them he was completely oblivious to me and in others he was staring so pointedly down the lens at me that my heartbeat quickened and my core tightened. It was crazy how he could make me feel just standing in this small room, looking at him on the flat pieces of paper.
I ran my finger down the edge of one I’d developed a few days ago and traced the outline of his silhouette, smiling as I remembered coating his nose with some of our wedding cake. We had been married for nearly four months now and I had more happy memories with him than in the rest of my very sad life put together.
I missed him.
With everything I was, I missed him.
He’d been back in Vegas for four days and although this was now the regular pattern we had in our lives, one week here and one in Vegas, I missed everything about him when he was gone. I missed the sound of his voice when his tone deepened as he called me his angel, the smell of his cologne, the way he looked at me and most of all the way he held me tightly, wrapped up in his arms all night. Missing him wasn’t something I’d even contemplated when I’d agreed to our arrangement, but I hadn’t known then how completely he would take over my life.
For the first time in my life, I appeared to be a natural at not only one but two things, photography and marriage. With Nico’s help and direction, I was definitely moving forward in the right direction, making changes to leave my old life in Vegas behind.
I looked back up at his face grinning down at me from the wall and smiled back at him. I knew he couldn’t see me, but what the hell. Then I quickly glanced at the various scenes of Crete that surrounded him on the walls. Some had been taken in the sunshine, some at sunrise and others at sunset. A few of them were of the historical places we’d seen with Trip and Kendall on our road-trip around the island.
I loved them all.
‘Kendall is on the phone. Shall I tell her you’ll call her back?’ Nonna asked from the other side of the door.
Talk of the devil herself. I grinned immediately looking forward to a girly chat.
‘I’m just coming,’ I replied and, unlocking the door, I opened it to find her standing there, talking into the phone she held in her hand.
‘She’s opened the door, Kendall…’ she smiled at me, ‘yes it was lovely talking to you and Brucey… I’m looking forward to seeing you all back here in a few days’ time… yes, yes I will… passing you over now, bye.’
Nonna smiled at me as she passed me the phone and at the same time she pointed at my dark room, and with a mouthed “please” she asked me if she could go in to see the pictures I’d just developed.
I took the phone from her and nodded at her as I moved out of the way to let her through.
‘Hi, Kendall.’
‘Bee, how are you?’ I heard in my ear.
‘I’m good, really good… I’m getting a little bit nervous about going back to Vegas, but I can’t wait to see Nico. So, with that and meeting up with Mrs. Davison, I’m sure it will all be worth it.’
‘It will, I’m sure of it… I think she’s right in encouraging you to go back there.’
‘You do?’ I questioned, as I nervously ran my finger around the wooden frame of the painting hanging next to where I stood.
‘Yes… absolutely. You said she was pleased with your progress and I think it’s right to push it a little bit further. Being married to Nic it’s not like you can never set foot in the place again, is it?’
Isn’t it? In all honesty I would have been happy never to set foot off Crete again.
‘No, you’re right. Thanks for saying it as it is.’
Although I was nervous, I truly appreciated having her honesty and friendship in my life, when for the years that followed my auntie’s death, I’d only had Pearl. Pearl had been wonderful, and I didn’t know how I would have survived without her. She was neither my mom nor my best friend, so she’d been able to give advice like a friend and tell me off like a parent. But, however strange our relationship, I knew that the wonderful pink-haired woman had kept me alive until I’d been given another chance at life. I missed her and Tiger, and I knew it would also be good to see them both.