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“Yes!” I shouted. “Please, I’ve been patient enough!”
“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now I can give you the baby you want.”
I gasped at his words, my whole body shivering as he pulled his fingers out of me with a wet pop and replaced them with his raw cock. It was different from any time before–so much hotter as his head slid across my folds.
I whined, pushing down on him, and without any warning, he guided his cock into my slit and entered me.
My mouth opened in a silent scream as he groaned deeply, holding onto my hips as he drove my cunt down onto his cock, deep. Moans slipped out of me as he moved mercilessly, spreading my legs to get deeper–deep enough that I swore he would never be able to leave again.
“Olivia.” He moaned my name, not stopping or slowing one bit as my vision whited out, and my first orgasm came and went, building into the next without a single chance to catch my breath. He changed his angle, using more force than before, and I shuddered through a second orgasm, my thighs trembling helplessly, the stimulation more than I could bare.
I screamed, a third hitting me, and his lips swallowed the sound. With a few more thrusts, he spilled into me. It was hot, burning almost, and the strange feeling was almost addicting in a way as I was filled to the brim with his seed—the seed that could give us the baby we so desperately wanted.
I gasped out for breaths, struggling to think of anything but the sperm spilling out of me and onto the sheets below. It was wet and messy.
“I could use another lesson on patience,” I said, meeting his eyes in a challenge.
His eyes lit up with desire.
*Olivia*
“Carina?” A voice called me out of the depths of sleep. My entire body felt stiff from being in one position for too long, and despite the rumbling voice calling my name, I was not ready to wake up just yet.
“Carina, we’re here,” the voice called out again.
“Where?” I slurred, my speech muffled as I answered without even opening my eyes, snuggling into the hard abs I was resting my head on. Curled up in a warm lap, I didn’t feel like moving.
“Venice,” the voice said. “For our honeymoon, remember?”
Honeymoon?
That jogged my memory, and my eyes fluttered open as it all came back to me. Gio had woken me up in the early hours of the morning, so early that the sun had yet to rise. I had been half-asleep when he carried me all the way to the plane for our trip.
I had fallen asleep for the entire two-and-a-half-hour plane ride.
“Venice? Really?” I perked up, stifling a yawn.
“That’s right. So wake up, sleepyhead,” Gio chuckled.
The excitement was better than coffee as I immediately got to my feet and dressed in the heels Gio had brought for me. I knew to leave our luggage, as somebody would deliver it to where we were staying.
I winced at the sunny sky as the plane opened up, and I stepped into the aisle. The smell of sea salt and fresh morning air hit me right in the face. I flipped down the sunglasses resting on my head, tinting the world.
I heard footsteps approaching from behind me, and an arm wrapped around my waist as I stood in the middle of the aisle.
“Ready, carina?” Giovani smiled. Behind my new pair of sunglasses, everything was tinted dark, but I could still see the excitement burning in his eyes, matching my own.
“Yes.” I sighed happily as we entered the city of our dream escape. Our honeymoon.
Of course, the Valentinos owned a private airstrip near the city, so that’s where we landed early in the morning.
The strip wasn’t all that far from the canals that made up most of the city. It would be just a brisk walk that we were more than happy to make.
“Excited?” Gio grinned.
“Of course! I’ve always wanted to visit Venice. The city is full of historical museums and artwork that date from before the Renaissance,” I gushed as we headed for the nearby canal. “And you’re sure there’ll be no work or interruptions?”
“Of course,” Gio kissed my temple. “Everything’s in place. I’m all yours.”
“Then what’s first?” I giggled. “Are we taking a car to the city?”
“Better,” Gio smirked, leading us to the docks below the bridge that would take us to the city. I could smell the salt of the water in the canals as we approached, and I caught my first glance at the watery city.
The canals were already busy with boats—some were the classical wooden gondolas I’d seen in pictures, and others were motorboats racing across the small lapping waves. It was amazing how the water came right up to the sidewalks, with doorways stepping straight out onto the water.
“It’s beautiful,” I gasped in awe.
“Signore, signora,” a voice called out from the edge of the water. On the wooden docks reaching into the canals stood a man in classic gondolier attire—a white and black striped shirt, black pants, and a hat.
Right behind him was a long, skinny gondola, and not the typical tourist kind. There was a red carpet in the interior and two black and gold chairs built side by side. Even a table with freshly picked yellow flowers and candles was set up. The wood of the gondola itself was intricate and carved in deep swirling patterns all along the boat.
“Are you ready to board?” the gondola driver asked with a smile.
“Yes!” I beamed excitedly. Gio chuckled behind me, stepping forward as he reached out his hand and bowed at the waist playfully.
“My lady,” he said in reverence, offering his hand with one foot inside the boat.
“Good sir,” I played along, giggling to myself as I took his hand and let him steady me as I climbed into the gondola. The boat shifted upon the water, but Gio’s foot and his steadying hand kept me from wobbling.
I took the farthest seat on the gondola, and Gio joined me soon after, settling next to me. He put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close as the gondola driver jumped onto the boat and pushed off.
“Welcome to Venice, signore, signora,” the gondola driver said happily as we took off into the magical canals.
The little canal we were in opened up into what seemed like a massive lakebed if I didn’t know better. Larger boats filled with tourists snapping photos flashed past, and motorized boats with luggage and men fishing items out of the canal were everywhere.
On the sidewalks, just above the waterline, were markets and docks on every corner, with boats lined up and waiting for use. It felt like a festival as the people of Venice gathered around the temporary stalls selling all things from necklaces to masks and hats, even little boat charms.
Fruit stalls were set up, and a few men would throw some of the fruits to men on the working boats as if they did it every day.
The chatter of the crowds was far away as our driver masterfully maneuvered us through the water. I gasped at the towering buildings. I leaned against Gio, absolutely lovestruck with the city.
“Here we are.” The gondola driver smiled as he moved our boat toward one of the most gorgeous buildings I’d seen. Four or five stories, it was decked out in decorations of gold and stones, with flowers on each of the railings for each floor—verandahs overlooking the canals on every side.
It was an estate, and quite an old one by the looks of it. But that didn’t mean it was any less taken care of. The front door rested on a pair of steps that led straight into the canal, the water lapping on the fourth step.
“Is this ours?” I turned to my husband with wide eyes.
“Yes,” he smiled, “Welcome to our home away from home.”
“Oh, I love it,” I gushed, pulling him into a hug, “It’s so beautiful. Thank you so much for this.”
The sunlight fell upon the many windows of the estate, lighting up the gorgeous exterior and specifically, the tallest window. At the very top was a colorful stained-glass window of a dove taking flight. It created a shimmering rainbow upon our skin as Gio helped me out of the boat and onto the stairs.
The cold water lapped at my feet gently, almost like it was playing, and I shivered at the feeling as Gio got down next to me, not even caring about his expensive leather shoes as he dove straight into the water.
