‘No, you wouldn’t!’ the young girl in me squealed out.
‘You know I would, Bee, and the more you struggle against me the wetter you’re gonna get… in more ways than one.’
The light of the fire pit and the torches were being left behind us the nearer we got to the water’s edge and although we were face to face, I couldn’t make out his expression, but I knew he was playing along and teasing me.
Well who knew?
‘Can you swim, Bee?’
‘No,’ I lied.
The cool water was suddenly lapping at my feet as Nico had started to gradually lower me down the length of his hard body, the further he walked out into the sea.
‘Then it’s time you learnt, little one, he quickly replied.
I started to struggle the moment the water came up to my knees and instead of allowing him to have complete control over the situation, I began to attempt to climb him like a tree.
Our laughter filled up the night air as he held on and I struggled against him. All at once I had a better hold and with my arms wrapped tightly around his neck, I attempted to wrap my legs around his body. The moment my pelvic bone touched his rock-hard erection the two of us stilled.
A starting gun had been silently fired inside both of our heads. The laughter died away and our eyes met each other’s in the moonlight. Nico’s hands moved their hold on me and after placing them under my armpits he lifted me up high into the air, just so he could look at me it seemed. I held on to the top of his shoulders and watched the man I was falling so hard for, as the reverence he held within his dark brown orbs filtered into me. Then he began to lower me slowly, making sure I connected with him in every possible way.
I needed him to kiss me. I wanted him to kiss me. My body was screaming to his, demanding that he respond to my needs. Our faces were now merely inches away from each other’s.
His head finally began its slow descent. With his lips still together, he placed a firm kiss onto mine. His kiss didn’t initially change, his closed mouth was still on mine, as if he was trying to convey his thoughts and feelings to me without any sexual undertones. But it was too late. I lifted my hands to cup his face, knowing I could effectively hold him in this position with his lips on mine.
I needed more of him. I pushed the tip of my tongue through the tiny gap between my lips and touched his warm, soft flesh. All at once, with that small contact, he broke our lips apart and moved his head a few inches away from me. For a second, he studied me closely and then his face came alive. With my eyes now adjusted to the change in light, I could see the gold threads in his eyes, as they sparkled in the moonlight we were surrounded by.
Suddenly, his hold on me changed, with one arm now wrapped around me tightly holding the majority of my weight, his free hand came to the back of my head. He threaded his fingers into my hair, pushed his fingertips into my scalp to angle my head just as he wanted it and then his mouth came crashing back to mine.
With us still standing in the water my body sagged into his as he consumed my mouth. Everything he had held back until now I felt in that one kiss, a kiss I had been dreaming of for what felt like forever. We had no audience and no one to playact for. The only people involved in the connection were us two. He took everything he needed from me and I responded with everything I had. His talented tongue caressed mine and danced around so quickly inside my mouth that I struggled to keep up, creating sparks that set my blood on fire. Concentrating hard on this moment that I’d been so impatiently waiting for, I forgot to breathe properly. My head began to feel woozy from the lack of oxygen and it brought with it a transcendent feeling of detachment. Everything else in my head was forgotten in those few minutes. I felt nothing else, but him and us. Our teeth crashed together as he pulled my head further into his. The man was simply unyielding as he showed me exactly how much he wanted me. Finally, he controlled his need and tenderly started to pull away, caressing my tongue with his as he got ready to separate us once again into two separate beings. Reluctant to let him go, I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and nipped it with my teeth as I stared pointedly into his eyes. The whole of his body tensed, and he stopped breathing completely. His rock-hard erection found the underneath of my ass as he tried to find some relief. I heard myself groan knowing we were only separated by the thin fabric of my panties.
‘I want you,’ he released on a groan.
‘Then take me,’ I whispered back, lost in the moment that was us.
Still holding me up, he used one hand to push up my short Denim skirt. I gasped as I felt his hot fingers connect with my skin that had been cooled by the sea water. Once again, his fingers found my hip and he pushed them under the thin piece of lace. I didn’t hear the rip as he tore the fabric from my body, but felt the very second the material gave way to his impatience. My pussy was now exposed to his touch and the myriad of sensations that whirled around us. His fingers swept through my lips just once as he checked I was wet enough to take him. Before he pulled his hand away completely, he pressed one finger firmly onto my clit. My body escalated up with the sparks of pleasure that it set free. Suddenly, I was balancing precariously on the edge of an orgasm.
With my elbows leaning on his chest and still cupping his face with my hands, I put my lips back on his, desperate to feel more of him as the rest of my body cried out in need. He responded with his own eagerness and moved me enough to pull down the zip on his shorts. He changed his stance by bending his knees and shifted me down his body as he prepared to impale me on his hard cock.
I broke our kiss and opened my eyes to put them back on his, I needed to watch him come apart as he had watched me before.
‘This won’t be gentle,’ he warned. ‘I need you too much.’
‘I don’t need gentle. I just need you to fuck me,’ I whispered with a voice that sounded every bit as desperate as I felt.
With one swift movement, Nico had lifted me up and brought me back down onto his cock. He filled me up so quickly and suddenly that I heard a scream of pleasure leave my mouth and echo into the empty night air around us. His cock was hot and rock hard inside me, it felt like I imagined steel encased in velvet would feel. I knew the second he entered me that my body was only just able to accept all of him, but I couldn’t have cared less. I wanted to feel him so much, that in the heat of intensity that surrounded us, I silently wished he would fuck me so hard it would leave me sore for days.
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.
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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.
When a surprisingly deep laugh left him, the warm vibrations travelled through me.
‘What?’ I asked as we continued to dance.
‘I’m happy, what you’ve just said makes me happier than I can remember being in a long time.’
‘You are?’ Relief rushed through me. ‘That’s good… So, it’s your turn… tell me something about you that no one else knows?’
I lifted my head away from his chest to look up at him when he suddenly stopped dancing and offered me no answer. Darkness had swept in and just when I thought our precious moment had been spoilt, I watched with relief as a smile lit up his face.
‘There is something.’
‘Yes?’ I was desperate for any snippet on the man that could possibly allow us to get closer.
‘I had that dragonfly pin made especially for you. I designed it with only you and our wedding in mind.’
‘Oh,’ I released on a soft sigh, as a feeling of warmth spread through me.
‘I’m also eager…’ he started.
Then suddenly we were falling.
His foot had hooked the back of my leg and we were going down to the sand. Initially, he cushioned my fall by letting me land on him, knowing he had taken me by surprise. Then he quickly rolled me over and began to run his fingers up and down my sides.
‘… to know if you’re ticklish,’ he finished.
My spontaneous laughter at the position he had put us in took over and as he started his onslaught on my body, I began to try to push him away. Nico made it his goal to keep me just where he wanted me, lying down with my back pressed into the now rapidly cooling sand. He lifted his leg and threw it over the top of me. Now sitting on top of me and finding himself in a better position, he continued his onslaught.
‘Stop…STOP, Nico.’ I carried on laughing as his hands sustained their attack on my now aching sides. In between the tears running down my face I saw the look of complete pleasure on his face and cursed the fact I couldn’t take a picture of the man.
‘Stop, Nico… please stop, I’m going to wet myself.’
Having a big brother, I had always known what to say to get him to move away.
I heard him tut first, and although he did stop his attack on
my very ticklish body so I could finally breathe properly, he still stayed in place. ‘Mio angelo, that won’t work with me.’ He grinned down at me and gently swept my hair off my face.
I wiped the tears of laughter off my wet cheeks and returned his smile.
‘What do you call me, Nico?’
He picked up my hand and pressed his warm lips against it which sent off a ricochet feeling of fireflies doing somersaults inside my stomach.
‘It means, my angel,’ he answered.
‘Why?’ I loved it, but needed to know more.
‘When you stepped inside the church to marry me, in your beautiful dress with the sunlight surrounding you, you reminded me of an angel… my angel.’
‘Oh…’ His words, his commitment and the feeling behind them had temporarily rendered me speechless. I swallowed hard and carried on, giving him the words I wanted him to hear. ‘I like that.’
Nico cleared his throat and rolled away from sitting on my body. He positioned himself to lie beside me, grabbing hold of my hand as he did so. The sudden awakening of the feelings between us was almost too much for me to take in. I also knew that was why he’d moved. Once again, he’d felt the need to sever the connection between us slightly while he regained his composure. I recognised it because it was how I felt too. The man I was lying next to, staring up at the night sky with, was beginning to take over my heart and soul. Ninety percent of me was rejoicing at the realisation that I had found my person and the other ten percent was running for the hills.
‘It’s so beautifully dark out here,’ I whispered to him, trying to break through the sudden silence that had engulfed us.
‘You should always be afraid of the dark, Bee.’ I heard the warning in his tone and snapped my head around to face him.
The man was far beyond anything my head could have conjured up in my wildest dreams. Tall, dark and dangerous were the predominant descriptors for the man, but to me he was so very much more. With his dark hair and solid, now stubble-covered, square jaw, I was convinced he could turn any woman’s head. Why he had chosen me to act out the role of his wife, when he could have had anyone, I was still unsure of. But I was so pleased he had. I could feel that, even with his warnings, he was opening up his heart and letting me in inch by inch.
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