"Nothing fancy tonight, Mathis. Dinner in the room or something so I can get a good night's sleep. I need to recover from that flight. I didn't know it was going to turn into hell over the Atlantic." I chuckled while I exited the room and made my way to the spa. Much needed.
As I entered the lobby and turned the corner, I accidentally ran right into a woman. I was so damn clumsy sometimes.
"Crap! I am so sorry!" My eyes lifted and when they came in contact with her face, a chill ran down my spine.
Her familiar brown eyes were sad and the long brunette locks she once wore were chopped short into a bob. But no matter how many people I had fucked over the years, I would never forget Lily.
Her large chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath.
"Lily?" I asked, as we both continued to stare at each other, shocked at the other's presence.
"I'm sorry, Jennifer. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." She tried to walk around me, but I put out my arm to stop her. Why was she trying to run from me? This whole thing seemed so damn strange!
"Lily, wait!"
"Jennifer, please. Just let me go. I don't want to see you. You remind me of him." Her words were like a slap to the face. I reminded her of Jude?
"What happened?" My words were quiet. I didn't expect her to answer me. I knew if I was in her position, I wouldn't.
"He left me to chase you, Jennifer. He has been in love with you for years." The gorgeous busty brunette turned and her heels clicked off as she ran for the front door of the hotel.
Love? No way. Infatuation maybe. But there was no way that Jude ever loved me. Not the way Mathis did.
Shit. Now my nice relaxing time in the spa was ruined. There was no way I could lay back and be pampered while my mind was drifting back to the blond man I once thought owned my heart.
Fuck Jude and fuck Lily for just throwing that garbage into my head!
Chapter Twenty-Four
Venice, the City of Love
Mathis
Only having lost a day of our honeymoon, Jennifer was ready and raring to go. I laughed as I watched her fly around the hotel room, impatiently waiting for me. My goal was to teach her that anticipation was key, but it hadn't worked yet. All in due time. Never mind, who was I fooling? She was a lost cause.
"Mathis, please. Will you hurry up?"
I did up the buttons on my white linen shirt, leaving the first four undone. "A little impatient, are we, love?"
She huffed, smoothing down her red summer dress, and placed her hands on her hips. "No. I'm just excited."
I walked up to her and placed a hard kiss on her mouth. "I can tell."
She shook her head and cupped a hand over my pants before squeezing my cock. "The sooner we take this gondola ride, the sooner we can get home and … " She licked her lips. "Well, use your imagination."
I already was. I smirked and grabbed her hand, kissing her knuckles. Heading out of the hotel and into the street, I had made sure when I booked the trip that we were right by the canal.
I was probably as excited, if not more, to show my beautiful wife the middle of the city. I had never had the pleasure of taking a gondola ride, but I was more than happy to experience it with her. There were so many things I wanted to experience with her, and only her. Simple things that had never crossed my mind before her.
I stepped into the gondola and held on to Jennifer's hand, helping her get in. We sat at the back of the small boat and she snuggled against me. The gondolier gave us a wool blanket and I wrapped it tightly around us.
It was early evening, the air was cool and the sunset was simply stunning. Red, yellows, and oranges caressed the sky as the sun set in the far off distance.
Jennifer snuggled tighter into my side and I sighed, inhaling the sweet scent of her. She smelled like me and lavender. My favorite.
I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and grazed my lips along her ear. "I enjoy the smell of me on you, love."
Her breath caught and before she could say anything I inched my hand under the blanket up her inner thigh. "Mathis," she said, grabbing my hand.
"Shhh … I'm going to give you a taste of what's to come later. Just relax. Enjoy. But keep quiet. Your sounds of pleasure are for my ears only," I whispered in her ear.
She released her hold on me.
"That's my girl." My hand grazed up under her dress to her bare mound. "Hmm … no panties, Jennifer."
She smiled and licked her lips, spreading her legs. I brushed my other hand down the side of her cheek. "You wet for me?"
A moan escaped her lips as I pushed a finger through her folds before delving deep inside of her pussy. Her slick juices coated my hand as I thrust a second finger in her. Her hips moved slowly with the movements of my hand.
My palm rubbed over her engorged clit, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy I knew her hot little body craved.
Her small hand landed on my thigh, digging her fingers into my leg. "Mathis," she breathed.
I watched the pleasure spread over her face as my fingers picked up speed, thrusting in and out of her at a pace I knew drove her insane. "Come for me, love."
Her body shook, small breaths leaving her lips as she came hard.
I turned her head and kissed her slowly, swallowing the rest of her cries.
"Wow," she said when I released her.
Her nostrils flared when I licked the juices of her delicious body off of my fingers. I swallowed, my cock lengthening as the sweet taste filled my taste buds.
She took a breath. "I don't think I'll ever look at a gondola ride the same again."
Jennifer rose from my lap as our own personal waiter entered onto the terrace. I frowned, my body stirring as I watched her sashay her hips before sitting across from me.
She caught me staring and giggled. "See something you like, my dear husband?"
I smirked and sipped at my wine while the waiter placed silver dishes with food between us. The intoxicating scent of spices and tomato sauce filled my nostrils. My mouth watered. God, I missed this. Real Italian food. Jennifer's eyes widened as the waiter lifted the lids off of our dinner.
"Enjoy."
We both smiled up at the waiter and watched him leave. "Dig in, love," I said and picked up a piece of garlic bread.
She chewed her bottom lip, her gaze raking over the spread laid out before her.
"Having trouble deciding what to eat?"
Her cheeks reddened. "I want to eat it all."
I chuckled. "If you want to eat it all, then go ahead."
She huffed and reached for a piece of bread, but drew her hand back.
I frowned and rose to my feet before sitting beside her. "Here. Let me feed you."
Her gaze met mine. "What? Why? I can feed myself."
"I know, love." I kissed her mouth. "It would be a great honor to please that hunger of yours."
Her eyes darkened and she nodded. "Okay," she said softly.
I dipped a piece of garlic bread in the heated butter that came along with it, and brought it up to her mouth. "Open."
She did as I said and took a bite, savoring the spices of the soft dough.
A drop of melted butter ran down her chin and before she could wipe it away, I leaned in and licked up the buttery liquid. I groaned.
Her nostrils flared. "How about we skip dinner?"
I laughed and grabbed the glass of wine, bringing it up to her lips.
She shook her head, stopping me. "I don't like wine."
I grinned. "Trust me. You'll like this one."
Jennifer's beautiful ocean blue gaze searched mine before she nodded, taking a sip of the wine I had offered her.
I quickly grabbed the back of her neck and licked my way between her lips, swallowing the sweet red liquid that had flowed into my mouth.
She moaned, deepening the kiss. Our tongues danced, dueled for ownership as the wine crashed into my senses. I trailed kisses down her jaw, sucking and licking her skin, lapping up the wine that had escaped her mouth.
"Mathis," she breathed.
"Yes?" I asked, my now very hard erection straining against my pants.
"More."
That one word called to me. Although it was such a small word, it meant so much. Spoke thousands more as we made out under the starlit sky.
Her hands grabbed at my shirt, pulling me against her.
"Please."
"Not yet. Slow, love."
Jennifer pouted.
"You need to eat."
She opened her mouth to protest when a loud rumble erupted from her stomach. She laughed, her cheeks going red.
I chuckled and sat back, watching her eat the meal laid out before her. "Aren't you going to eat some?" she asked between mouthfuls.
"Oh, I'll eat." I winked, but it wouldn't be food I would be devouring. Right now, though, I was enjoying watching my wife savor the pasta. Small sounds of pleasure escaped her lips.
I loved a woman that could eat and that enjoyed food. I wasn't into these toothpick thin women who ate only salad. Who can fucking survive off of rabbit food? Jennifer loved food from what I could tell. Her moment of hesitation when the food was first brought out was soon forgotten.