“You and Ivo need a break after the few years you’ve had,” Clemence had told her over coffee one morning. Sofia had looked surprised at that.
“We’ve had nothing but good ever since…you know.”
“I know, but I also know what workaholics you both are. Sometimes a marriage needs a little downtime.” Clemence gave a soft laugh at the look Sofia gave her. “Look at me, like I’m the expert. What I mean is…you and Ivo have such a special connection. Sometimes you just need to concentrate on that.”
Sofia wasn’t offended by Clemence’s words—she knew her friend was right. There were times when—although she adored her children—she wished they could go back to the heady days of sex and talking followed by more sex and talking that Ivo and she used to enjoy when it was just the two of them. The way they used to go rogue and fuck in glass cubicles in sex clubs, or partake in sensual, delicious threesomes with their close friend, Penn Black.
After the trauma of being abducted and almost killed by her step-sister Tamara and her partner, Grant Christo, Sofia and Ivo’s bond with Penn had grown deeper. Despite the new closeness between the three of them, they had never repeated their threesome, and Sofia felt it was the right thing to do. They’d had fun—and Penn was almost as sensational a lover as Ivo—but after barely surviving that horror, she and Ivo were all about each other.
Ivo was forty-six now, and even more devastatingly handsome than ever. His dark curls were shot through with silver, his eyes crinkled more when he laughed, but he was still the most beautiful man Sofia had ever seen. And the love he had for her…it took her breath away some days.
She rolled onto her side now and studied him as he slept. He looked so much younger when he was asleep—boyish, relaxed. Sofia traced the shape of his lips lightly with her finger then stroked his soft eyelids. The thick dark lashes rested on his cheeks, but as she leaned in to brush her lips to his, his eyes opened and he broke out in a smile. “Happy birthday, beautiful.”
She silenced him with her kiss, soft at first then firmer, wanting him—wanting to taste him. Ivo, now fully awake, rolled her onto her back and covered her body with his. Sofia could feel his cock, ramrod hard against her thigh, and smiled up at him. His eyes were intense upon her face as he stroked her cheeks. Sofia wrapped her legs around his waist. “Don’t wait,” she whispered, “I’m so wet for you, Ivo, baby.”
Ivo grinned and kissed her as his huge cock pushed into her swollen, sensitive cunt. Sofia gave a sigh of pleasure as they began to move together, her fingernails digging into his firm buttocks, his cock filling her completely, moving in and out in a steady rhythm. His lips were firm but tender against hers, his tongue caressing hers, his eyes never leaving her face. Her sensitive nipples moved against his hard pecs, her belly pressed against his. God, how she loved this man, could not imagine life without him.
“Ti amo,” she whispered in his native tongue and he smiled in appreciation.
“Ti amo, beautiful Sofia, my beloved one.” Ivo began to thrust harder, deeper, and Sofia felt her limbs liquefy, her body trembling, every cell alive with electricity as he fucked her.
“When we’re alone in the villa,” she said softly, “tell me all the things you’d like to do to me, or would like me to do to you, and we’ll do all of them. No inhibitions. Anything.”
“Maybe we should go shopping before we catch the flight. There’s a new sex shop down in the Marais, very exclusive.”
Sofia groaned as his thrusts got harder. “Oh, Ivo, yes…please, yes…yes…”
She came with a cry, her entire body on fire. She felt his semen shoot deep into her belly seconds later. She loved the feeling of having him inside her and wondered if they had made another baby. She wondered that every time they made love lately—was a habit now—but so far they had not conceived again. Sofia had been off her birth control for a year now, both of them eager to add to their family. Ivo was more laid back than Sofia. “If it happens, it happens,” he kept saying when she expressed her frustration, and she knew he was right.
She had two beautiful sons who she adored, even when they were being little devils. They were the spitting image of their father, all dark curls and big green eyes, and she was glad too that they looked like their half-sister. They were such a blended family. She was still close to her own step-brother, Jonas, and his kids, Max and Jake, were absolute trouble-makers whenever they came to stay. Jonas’s wife, the statuesque Callie, was a force to be reckoned with and Sofia adored her. Even Sofia’s ex-step-father, Fergus, horrified and broken by what his daughter had done to Sofia and desperate to make amends, was on speaking terms with her—although Sofia made it clear she didn’t include him as part of her family. Ivo would never have permitted it—he barely spoke to Fergus, such was his anger even after nine years.
Ivo gathered her to him now and kissed her thoroughly. “God, I love you, woman.”
Sofia giggled, clenching her vaginal muscles around his still-half-erect cock. “Stay inside me forever.”
“If only that were possible.” But he made no move to withdraw. “So, my love, today we finally get our second honeymoon. Would you rather have had a party?”
Sofia looked at him askance. “No way. I’m selfish, I don’t want to share you with anyone else for the next few days.”
Ivo laughed. “Your wish is my command.” He dipped his head to take her nipple into his mouth and she grinned, stroking her fingers through his hair.
“If we ever get out of this bed, that is.” She felt his cock grow hard again and they began to move together, kissing and laughing, their lovemaking more mellow this time. When her orgasm came, Sofia felt her body shiver and tremble with ecstasy.
A few hours later, they were sitting together on his private plane, travelling over the Alps to Italy. “We don’t spend as much time in Italy as I would like,” Ivo said, his arm around her shoulders as she nestled against him.
“We should come more…maybe we should think about whether we want the kids to grow up their whole lives in the city. I mean,” she turned to face him, “what if we had a home in Italy too, where we could come during school vacation? I’d love for Bo and ‘Lo to be able to play in the countryside, or near the sea.”
“It’s a good idea,” Ivo agreed, and kissed her. “We should maybe have a look around where we’re staying, just for kicks.”
“Maybe…when we’re not naked.”
Ivo grinned. “I don’t know…if a realtor saw you naked, he’d probably give us our dream home for free.”
“Ha ha. God, is it wrong that I’m excited about a new home too? Not that I don’t love Paris, but I know you’ve been wanting to bring the boys up as Italian as well as French.”
“I do, and I think it’s the right time to do it. They’re still like sponges so their Italian language skills would be improved.”
“And mine,” Sofia muttered and he laughed. She looked up at him, loving how relaxed he looked. For years after her stabbing he had looked haunted, had been haunted by the fact he hadn’t gotten to her in time. She had tried to talk to him about that night, how she had tried everything to help herself, how she’d loosened the ties on one hand and how if she hadn’t, it would have meant almost certain death.
“He killed Tamara so he could enjoy murdering me in peace. He would have taken hours over it. Although the stab wound was agony, he must have known it wouldn’t be fatal—at least not immediately. I was lucky to get free and kill him. There was no way you could have gotten to me in time to stop him…I had put myself into that position, I had to get myself out. You came along at exactly the right time to save me.”
Eventually she had gotten through to him, and when the twins were born, their lives had been changed so dramatically that past horrors had faded away. For the past five-and-a-half years, their lives had been one hectic but exhilarating joy ride. Her art career had taken off, and she had shown in all the major art houses of the world. She and Ivo made a good team—her success reflected well on his skill
and mentorship and he found himself in ever greater demand. Their friend—and Ivo’s business partner—Desiree, too, had opened her second galleria in Milan, and was about to marry her lover of the past five years, a gorgeous French lawyer named Guillermo.
But now wasn’t the time to dwell on everything that had happened these past years. Sofia looked over to Ivo with a smile on her face, excited for all the things they were going to do to each other in the coming days.
When they arrived at their villa, Ivo showed her around. “It belonged to a friend of my mother’s uncle,” he told her, “and it’s always at our disposal.”
“It’s gorgeous,” Sofia sighed. Set on a small cliff overlooking the Mediterranean, the villa was rustic, all white-painted stone and billowing drapes at the windows, with a large pergola over the patio and steps down to the small private, sandy cover beneath. “Heaven.”
Ivo grinned and slid his arms around her waist. “You’re heaven.”
“So, so cheesy,” she smiled up at him and then laughed as he slid his hands under her t-shirt and pulled it over her head.
“The good thing here is that we’re completely alone, and therefore, wife, it’s the law that you should be naked the whole time.” Ivo’s eyes were full of lust as he undressed her. Sofia tugged at the drawstring of his white linen pants and they dropped to the floor. Giggling, she ground her groin against the hard swelling in his underwear, then slipping out of his reach, beckoned him.
“If you want this, come get it.” She darted away into the villa, shrieking with laughter as he pursued her then gasping as he caught up with her and swung her over his shoulder. He jogged to the bedroom as if she weighed nothing and threw her down on the bed.
“I’ll make you pay for running from me, woman,” he growled playfully, then made her gasp by ripping her panties from her and burying his face in her sex. His tongue found her clit and Sofia gave a soft moan of pleasure as he licked and teased her until her clit was rock-hard and so sensitive she could have screamed. When his tongue dipped deep into her cunt, Sofia arched her back, wanting him to go deeper.
Her fingers tangled in his curls, and as she neared orgasm, Ivo moved up her body and plunged his diamond-hard cock into her. This time she did scream as Ivo buried himself deep inside her and took her mouth with his. He pinned her hands to the bed, their gazes locked as they fucked hard and intensely, completely uninhibited. Two souls as one.
As he reamed her so hard she thought she might pass out with the pleasure of it, Sofia gazed at her husband, the love of her life, and smiled. “I love you so much,” she gasped, then shuddered and cried out as her orgasm hit over and over as Ivo slammed his hips into hers.
“Sofia, Sofia, Sofia…” He came—hard—his semen pumping deep inside her. Sofia wrapped her legs tightly around him as his body trembled and shuddered. She cradled his face in her palms and kissed him softly.
“Ivo…my darling one…”
They lay, their limbs entangled, feeling the cool sea breeze wash over them. Ivo stroked the hair back from her face, smiling tenderly. “And we get to do this all week.”
“Bliss,” she laughed softly. She loved these moments, naked with him, her skin against his, her nipples hard against his chest, his fingers stroking her belly. Ivo Zacca simply got better with age, she thought, tracing the half-moon scar at the side of his right eye with her finger. “You’re so beautiful, baby.”
He grinned. “As long as you think so, gorgeous.” He kissed her. “What shall we do now?”
She giggled. “Well, I think I can guess…but, I did notice a pool outside too. How about it? Let’s relive the first time we met, but,” getting turned on, she kissed him hard, “instead of saying goodbye after we swim, we fuck each other’s brains out.”
“Messy.”
“Ha ha…what do you say?”
Ivo grinned at her. “I say, let’s do it.”
In moments they were in the fresh, cool water. The pool was nestled alongside the villa but it was enclosed by white stone walls, which made the blue seem even more vibrant. Ivo watched Sofia swim, her long dark hair streaming behind her, and he remembered that night at the Josephine Baker Piscine, along the Seine where he first saw the love of his life. She looked like an angel then and she did now even more—his wife, his lover, the mother of his children. They had been through so much together to get here, to this happy place.
He went to her now, interrupting her swim. She didn’t seem to mind, wrapping herself around him. The feel of her skin on his was still like a drug to him, exhilarating and sensual. He pressed his lips to hers, feeling hers move against his with as much passion as he felt for her. He hitched her legs around his waist and carried her to the side of the pool, pushing his cock—straining to be inside her—deep into her velvety sex. “God, Sofia…I’ll never ever get tired of this.”
They made love slowly, enjoying every sensation flowing through their bodies. Ivo made her come over and over again, the joy of seeing her lovely face tense then relax with her orgasm addictive.
After exhausting each other, they showered and dressed and went to the well-stocked kitchen to look for food. Used to working together, they prepared a lunch of grilled fish, salad and fresh fruit and carried it out to the wooden table set up under the pergola. Sofia threw her leg over his as they sat side by side, looking out over the ocean. “I can imagine the kids loving this place,” she said. “I wouldn’t even be too worried about that cliff-edge. They’d soon learn to stay away, and the steps down to the beach are ideal for them.” She grinned at Ivo. “I shouldn’t dream. This isn’t for sale.”
“Sadly, no,” Ivo said, but he grinned to himself. Sofia had no idea about the surprise he had planned for her for her thirtieth birthday, but that would wait until the end of the week, when she would have no reason to suspect. And anyway, he was a master at misdirection…
“I have something for your birthday, my darling.”
Sofia looked surprised. “I thought this vacation was my present?”
“Nope. This one is just for you. Give me a sec.” He kissed her then disappeared into the house, going to his suitcase and pulling out the small, carefully wrapped parcel. Sofia wasn’t one for gifts—she would rather have time with him and the kids—but when Ivo had seen this particular gift, he knew she had to have it.
Outside, he paused for a moment at the door, just looking at her. The breeze was blowing her drying hair into soft waves, her skin glowing and golden against the loose white shirt she wore, and Ivo thought he’d never seen a more beautiful sight. She caught him staring and grinned.
“Perv.”
Ivo laughed and went to sit down by her. “You know it.” He handed her the gift and Sofia unwrapped the long jeweler’s box. She looked at him in surprise. “I know you’re not really a diamonds and pearls girl, but this was something I saw and it reminded me of you for some reason.”
Sofia opened the box to reveal a necklace of polished round stones, each a different color. Ivo took it out and placed it around her throat. “Ivo, it’s gorgeous. Thank you.” She looked genuinely surprised and delighted.
“The stones are precious, but I just loved the idea of how the multicolor stones and the white gold would look against your skin. I know you love working with color so I thought it was appropriate.”
She leaned forward and kissed him. “Ivo, it’s incredible. Wow, I feel like a princess.”
Ivo laughed. “You are a queen, Sofia, not merely a princess.”
“Your queen.”
“My queen. I love you, baby. Happy birthday.”
Sofia wrapped her arms around his neck, gazing up at him. “You know me so well. You know I’m not one for jewelry and yet you find the one piece that speaks to me. You’re incredible, Mr. Zacca.”
“Just a guy in love.”
Sofia moved onto his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist and they kissed, taking their time, enjoying the summer heat, listening to the crashing waves on the shore beneath them.
/> For the next few days, time passed in a blissful haze of lovemaking, talking, and relaxing. Sofia felt as if she were in a dream most days, the utter delight of being alone with Ivo everything she needed. She did miss the boys and they called them every night, but clearly, both Beau and Paolo were having the time of their lives with their half-sister and didn’t miss their parents at all. Sofia pouted after one phone call and Ivo laughed.
“Next week, when they’re interrupting us trying to make love in the middle of the night because one of them needs to pee, then you’ll regret pouting.”
Sofia grinned to herself now as she lay on a sun lounger next to their pool. Ivo had gone to fix them some drinks and Sofia stretched out, her already dusky skin turning a golden color in the sun. She ran a speculative hand over her flat belly. They had been making love so much that she hoped beyond hope she might be pregnant again—she so wanted another child. She traced the small scar on her stomach from the stab wound Grant Christo had inflicted on her so long ago. Thank god it hadn’t been more serious. Even the scar, expertly closed by the surgeons, was fading now.
She looked up as Ivo appeared with the drinks and smiled lazily at him, trailing her fingers over her belly the way she knew turned him on. Ivo set the drinks down and gazed at her silently, the desire in his eyes a burning thing. She could see his cock begin to stiffen through his white shorts and licked her lips. She trailed her fingers up and down her belly, then between her legs, over her bikini.
“Take it off.” Ivo’s voice was rough, gravelly with lust, and Sofia sat up and slowly removed the top, leaving her full, ripe breasts to fall against her chest before easing out of the panties. Ivo dropped his shorts and fisted the root of his huge, proud cock. “Touch yourself for me, beautiful.”
Sofia arched her back as she slicked her fingers into her sex, feeling how wet she was becoming for him, trailing her own juices up to her lower abdomen so he could see her glistening with them. She spread her legs wide so he could see her red, swollen cunt pulsating with desire.
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