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Becca went into the other room to get some tea while I leaned back into the couch, locking eyes with Mariano. The man winked at me, making a kissy face and trying to get me to chuckle. We weren’t going to start making out in here! Not that he wanted to, but he could be a tease.
Soon, Becca returned, placing the teacups on little plates in front of us and giving us a big smile. “So!” she said. “Please, tell me how you met. I want to know all the details.” She looked toward me, raising a brow. A happy grin crossed my face.
I went into detail about how I was feeling down and went to the bar but didn’t tell her the exact reason. That would make this very uncomfortable, very fast. “It was a beautiful place, really,” I sighed, my face flushing. “Quite like a fairy tale, really, where I met him.”
Mariano beamed, then continued. “A beautiful gentleman entered the bar, and when I set my eyes on him, I knew we had to at least talk. I couldn’t help but be very flirtatious. He was too much to resist.” He winked at me, causing my blush to deepen.
Becca giggled. I could tell by how relaxed she was, and her general demeanor, that she was completely thrilled with the situation and happy for me. The tone of her voice was joyous and amazed. “That does sound like a fairy tale! Reminds me of how James proposed to me.”
At that, she shot me a wary glance, as if I would start acting sad. I did the opposite, and asked, “Oh? Can you tell us the story? Mariano adores love stories,” I said. “That, math, and animals, of course,” I chuckled. Now, it was Mariano’s turn to blush!
In an excited tone, Becca recounted the tale of how James proposed, and I was amazed at how family-oriented it was. My heart sang for her. I could tell she was genuinely happy now and settling in with her family. We had gotten through a lot.
I was glad the awkwardness completely evaporated from there. I really did want to be a friend to Becca, with no strings attached or expectations of romance. We had also dealt with so many ups and downs, with plenty of danger. It was time to put the past behind us.
“Oh,” Becca said as one of our conversations ended. “We should have a double date at some point, Neal! You and Mariano, me and James. Maybe after our honeymoon. How does that sound?” She widened her eyes with excitement.
Mariano clapped his hands, beyond delighted at this idea. “I would love that!” he exclaimed. “How about at a park? The nights have been beautiful lately. Hopefully, the clouds will clear up, though.”
“I love that idea,” I said with a huge smile, adding to Becca’s delight.
From the other room, James poked his head in. He fixed his eyes on me, studying me for a moment before giving me a smile. Sure, our past was rocky too. I could tell he was okay with making amends as well, though, because he gave me a thumbs up.
“I agree with this plan. A double date sounds fantastic. Let’s make plans for it after the honeymoon,” he said, eyeing Mariano. He was reassured enough that I came here as a friend, and I intended to stay that way.
I let out a sigh of relief. All was well and getting even better. I couldn’t be happier.
James.
“This is going to be such a wonderful trip, James!” Becca exclaimed, wrapping her arms around me. I smiled, returning the hug and holding her close. When she pulled away, I gave her a tender kiss.
At the moment, we were sitting in the living room of the compound with a laptop open on the table showing all the activities we could do in Seychelles. The pictures of beautiful, pristine beaches with shining sand and deep blue water got me excited, too.
“I think we should see the tortoises and dolphins,” Becca said, giving a smile. “The kids are going to love those pictures. Someday, we need to take them with us, to a kid-friendly area.” No doubt she would be paying attention to that during our honeymoon.
“That is an excellent idea, my love,” I said to her, giving her another squeeze. We exchanged another kiss as she continued to scroll through the pictures and destinations. Thankfully, the trip was taken care of flight-wise and hotel-wise.
Having money was useful, and Becca wasn’t afraid to spoil us for this. The wedding had been quite expensive, especially since I wanted to compensate Giovani for how he helped us. Not that he wanted to be, of course, but I insisted.
We were in no danger of running low on money, though, and business was going very well on my end. Speaking of which, I said to Becca, “All is well with the firm. Investments are up again, and we are in a good spot. Thank you for hearing me out about Italy, baby.”
Becca chuckled, reaching up to run her fingers through my hair. My heart sang for her. She said, “It all worked out in the end. I may have had a stick up my ass at first, but I’m really happy here now. So are the kids. I feel safe.”
“I’m glad,” I said, relieved. I was also relieved that she had no idea what was going on behind the scenes. I hated hiding it from her, but it would all be over soon. Thank goodness Giovani was going to take over as Don.
Once more, I felt a pang of relief at the thought of Giovani and how he took care of things. I never quite figured he was being malicious but often found myself wondering why he was so secretive. Now, it all made sense; he didn’t want me to be stressed out.
“I can’t wait for our honeymoon, love. I have the security all set up for us, as well, so there won’t be any need to stress or worry,” I said, leaning forward to give her a kiss. I wanted her to be reassured on that part as well.
She chuckled and said, “Oh! They get a vacation too. I like that,” she said. “After all the work they do, they deserve it. Sure, they’ll be watching us closely, but I have a feeling they’ll still get to relax, for the most part.”
Her soul was so pure, it made me feel even happier. Though, she wasn’t wrong. Giovani, I felt, would ensure we had a completely problem-free honeymoon, something I was very much looking forward to and grateful to my cousin for.
Speaking of which, I wanted to give him a call later to ensure everything was situated when Becca and I were done talking about our plans. I continued our conversation, saying, “They will. I don’t think we’ll run into trouble when we’re trying to relax.”
Becca chuckled, agreeing with me and taking a sip of her tea. She continued to chat about plans, but added, “As fun as all this planning is, I don’t want to completely fill up our time now. Oh, James, it’s a time to relax, after all! We can’t do something every day.”
I nodded in agreement, completely understanding where she was coming from. After all, if we did too much, we would need a vacation from a vacation. Becca continued, saying, “I want a few days of just relaxing on the beaches without a worry in the world.”
“I completely agree, love,” I said, burying my face in her neck and giving her a kiss there. This sent shivers down her spine and caused me to feel rather turned on. I licked my lips, wondering to myself if she would be in the mood for fun after my discussion with my cousin.
A bit later, after Becca gushed a bit about the honeymoon plans, I said, “Let me go get everything squared away with Giovani again. Then, would you like to ride the Italian Stallion?” I asked, bold and confident. I watched Becca’s expression, delighted at her blush.
Her voice was sultry and dripping with lust as she said, “That sounds like a plan, James. I will be waiting in the bedroom, ready for you to take me someplace else and make me scream.” I felt a raging erection start up and decided the talk with Giovani needed to be fast.
Becca was true to her word, vanishing without a trace into the bedroom. I licked my lips, anticipating all the things I wanted to do to her as I dialed Giovani. When my cousin picked up, and we exchanged greetings, I asked, “Is everything settled on your end?”
“Yes,” Giovani said, his voice confident. “Your honeymoon will be completely uninterrupted and happy. The Cartwrights have no idea about it. Slowly, surely, they are being whittled away. I can promise you, they will no longer be a problem soon enough.”
I let out a sigh of relief, happy about that. Grinning from ear to ear, I said, “Thank you, Giovani. I knew you would be the perfect Don. Beyond my own selfish reasons, of course. I really want Becca and I to have the time of our lives.”
“Oh, and you will. These reasons aren’t selfish, James. You’ve gone through a lot,” Giovani assured me. I thanked him and bid him farewell, Becca stuck in my mind. When I hung up the phone. I hurried to the bedroom, ready for a treat.
Becca was lying there, her legs spread and the most sensitive areas she wanted me to explore exposed. She grinned at me, wanting me to indulge as much as I could. “F*ck,” I breathed, taking her form in. She had a growing baby bump, but that made her all the sexier.
My erection strengthened, and soon, I removed my pants to free it. In no time, my face was between her legs. My tongue dived into her, exploring every part I could, causing her to whimper and cry out the deeper I delved.
At one point, I withdrew, unable to help but praise her. “That’s it, baby. Give me those cries, those screams. I want to hear them.” Then, I dove in again, the taste of her intensifying my lust. My tongue explored the inner reaches of my wife, causing fluid to gush from her.
The pleasure had her squirming and arching her back, whimpers and whines pouring from her like a professional music number. At least, that’s what it sounded like to my ears. I let out a moan into her p*ssy, wanting to climb on top of her and ravage her here and now.
Not the time yet, though. I continued to eat her out, paying close attention to those tantalizing shudders she gave intertwined with those high-pitched squeals. I could tell my tongue touched every sensitive area within her, given the intense physical reactions from my wife.
After a while, I groaned, saying, “Baby, I need to f*ck you now.” I’d been eating her out for quite a while, something she was very satisfied with, judging by that edged whimper that spilled from her lips. I lifted my head and locked eyes with her.
“Take me, James,” she breathed. “I want you in me, right this f*cking instant.” Becca’s demands would be met. I stopped diving into her immediately and crawled up on top of her, pinning her down. Without any delay, I impaled her with my c*ck, which caused her to cry out loudly.
Becca gasped with pain and pleasure as I relentlessly took her, moving in and out without any pause. She wanted this, I knew, because she kept begging for more. “James, please!” she shrieked. “Harder. I need you harder!”
I obliged, grunting and diving in with far more intensity than before. My wife squirmed beneath me, gasping and whimpering, words of wanting spilling from her lips on a constant basis. I groaned loudly, resisting my own release as pleasure crashed over me in waves.
We were one. We were perfect, and eventually, we released together in harmony. Becca gave me all of her, and I realized more than ever that we were meant for each other, a perfect, happy balance.
My emotions spilled over at the same time as my orgasm, making it all the more intense. I laid there on top of her for a long while, locking my lips with hers and holding the kiss. Becca wrapped her arms around me as I remained inside of her.
Eventually, I withdrew, breaking the kiss as well. Letting out an overjoyed sigh, I said, “Let’s get you cleaned up, and then relax. Alright?” My wife agreed, and I swept her into my arms, walking toward the bathroom. “How does a massage sound, baby?” I asked Becca.
“Mmm…wonderful,” she said, giving into the pleasure of the situation and letting me carry her to the bathroom. I may have been in my resting period, but that didn’t stop me from trying to give Becca as much pleasure as possible.
The water ran a very pleasant warm temperature, something I checked before directing Becca into the bath. She said, “Thank you for helping me with this, James. I love how you spoil me. I know I should be able to handle it, but I’m tired.”
“Shh, baby,” I said, my voice gentle and reassuring. “You are carrying a baby. A whole new person. Our child. It’s completely understandable,” I added, wanting her to feel good about herself more than anything.
I placed her into the bathtub, treating her to a massage. A loud, blissful groan rang into the air as I got into the bath behind her, sitting so that I could place my hands on her shoulder and begin massaging her.
