She looked back at me and smiled. "Thank you for this."
"For what?" I asked, rubbing a hand in circles over her back.
"For everything. For you. For us. For this." She motioned around her.
"Get used to it, Jennifer. I like to travel, and in my line of work you can always come with me. Expect more trips like this in the future."
"What about when we have kids?"
"Even if we are blessed with children, they will be raised as travelers. I refuse to leave them home with a nanny."
She nodded. "Good. I don't want some other fucking person raising our kids." She winked. "I want to corrupt them ourselves."
I laughed. "I'll drink to that."
"But seriously, thank you."
"Anything for you," I said, pinching her chin and turning her head to meet mine. I placed a soft peck on her lips, her nose and then her forehead before cupping the back of her neck. "You're my forever. I'll do anything for you."
She looked away but not before I caught her wiping under her eye. Was she crying? If she was, it was due to happiness by the hint of a small smile splayed on her lips.
"I love you."
She reached for my hand. "I love you."
Chapter Twenty-Five
In the Public Eye
Jennifer
Everything about our dinner had been wonderful. The food was delicious, unlike anything I had ever tried before. Clearly, real Italian food in Italy was far better than that Olive Garden bullshit in the states. Not only would I never enjoy their fake Alfredo again, but I was pretty sure if anyone tried to drag me there, I would burn the place to the ground. Okay, so I was dramatic. I owned that!
My biggest shock came in the form of Mathis this evening. Not only had our conversation flowed so naturally when the subject turned to children, but the intimate act of him feeding me almost had me stripping my clothes off and begging him to bend me over the table right then and there. I was grateful at his restraint, because I was hungry as hell. For dinner and for him.
"You look like you are in outer space, love." His words snapped me out of my daydreaming. My mind lusted after him. Why think about it when he was really here with me. Ready and willing by all appearances. His hard dick was still clear as day pressed against the tight black designer pants I had found on one of my shopping trips earlier in the week.
"I was just thinking about tonight, that's all." I couldn't help but smile. Everything about him made me happy. He may drive me fucking bonkers sometimes, but I was sure I did the same to him. As insane as it sounded, I couldn't imagine my life without him. It would just be empty. I mean, I was content with my life, but I never knew what I was missing until now.
"What about the night, Jenny?" He wasn't going to let it go. Always pestering me. I wanted to throttle him and kiss him all at once. See! I am just bi-polar and bat shit crazy. Don't mind me!
"I really love how naturally this all comes to us. I didn't think about it much until we started talking about having kids. Starting a family. It makes me smile knowing we are on the same page so much. Now I am rambling and I am going to shut up." I laughed and he joined me, but not before he pulled me out of my chair and into his lap.
The hotel balcony was open, and spacious. We could view the beautiful lights surrounding the Venice canal. All the small homes and buildings lining the water lit up like small lightening bugs in the distance.
"Jenny. When you told me you wanted a baby..." he paused, but only to steal a quick kiss before continuing his thought, "it was the best day of my life."
"I don't know what was holding me back. I mean, I am scared. But with you by my side, I don't really have a lot to be scared of. I am not that young anymore. It is part of life. But I am just warning you, Mathis. If I get as big as a house, you better keep your dick in your pants because I swear, with God as my witness, I will chop your dick off and throw it from the penthouse balcony. Don't try me."
His laughter boomed through the air and his hands pushed under my ass to protect his poor manhood from my threat.
"Jenny, you could never be ugly to me. Just never shut me out." His lips met mine. The kiss began as a sweet and sensual confession of our love for one another. But when I moved my legs to straddle his lap, all bets were off. The pent-up sexual frustration of the day was too much. My mouth became hungry for possession. I pushed my limits as I started to unbutton his shirt. My fingers couldn't work fast enough, and I grabbed both ends and pulled. Buttons flew all over the balcony and I could feel his laugh vibrate through my mouth.
"Shit, Jenny," he growled as my hands reached down to work his belt.
Before I made it to the button of his pants, he was lifting me from his lap. His strong hands grabbed for the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head before I realized what he was doing.
"Mmmmm," was all I could manage. I was completely naked on the balcony of our hotel room. Scratch that, I still had my sky high, black polka dot pumps on.
"God, Jenny. Fuck, you are gorgeous." His hand grabbed at my waist and the other pulled the tablecloth, dishes shattering in every direction. Glass broke and the pans clattered. If anyone was listening in the surrounding rooms, I was sure someone would be calling security.
His pants dropped around his ankles and he bent me over the small bistro table.
"Hold on to the edge of the table, love."
I wrapped my fingers firmly around the edge of the bare table and his hard dick slammed right into my wet pussy. I was more than ready for him.
"Oh, God!" I cried out and his hand gripped my hip tighter. The other hand slapped down, coming in contact with my pale white ass. God, this man loved spanking me. Branding me. I shouldn't be excited by it, but I was. The pain gave me so much damn pleasure.
"Fuck, Mathis." I couldn't keep my words to myself. He felt so good seated so deep inside me.
His pumps became more frantic as his hand grabbed onto my breast, rolling and pinching my puckered nipple as he completely pulled out and pushed back in. Deep.
"God, you are so fucking tight," he growled. "I love this hot cunt so much, Jenny. It is like your beautiful pussy was created for me. Only me. Tell me, Jenny. Tell me it is mine."
I loved it when he talked dirty. It brought me to another level entirely. "My tight cunt is only yours, Mathis. Only yours, baby."
My body was coiled so tight, I knew my orgasm was so fucking close. I let go of the table and ran my finger along my swollen clit, and that was all I needed. My body exploded in waves of pleasure as I moaned out his name into the night sky.
"Mathis, God! Oh my God, Mathis!"
"Mmmm, say my name, I love it when you say my name when you come, Jenny." His thrusts picked up and before I knew it, he was grunting his own pleasure into my ear. His own orgasm flooded into my cunt, and I could feel every drop empty deep into me.
"Jenny," he whispered into my ear as his arms wrapped tightly around my body.
"Hmmm," I replied as my body melted against his warm chest.
"I pray we just made that baby we were talking about earlier." His lips pressed to my temple, and I couldn't help but hope the same.
The next morning we slept in. After staying up most of the night making love, I needed it.
Around noon, Mathis woke me up with a gentle shake. Looking at the clock, I couldn't believe I slept so damn late.
"Why didn't you wake me?" I stretched out and kicked my feet off the side of the bed. I felt completely refreshed. The most well rested since we took on the whole tourist thing.
"You looked so peaceful, you needed it." His mouth met mine for a chaste kiss. "Why don't you get ready, I have someplace I want to take you." He was giddy like a child. Absolutely adorable when he got like this. So excited about something, even if he was keeping a secret.
In no time flat, we were strolling out of the hotel, hand-in-hand, and down the busy cobblestone street. We talked about nothing as we made our way through the crowds and then we finally turned a corner.
My eyes went wide when I saw one of the most beautiful churches imaginable. I gasped and Mathis' grip on my hand tightened.
"Mathis..."
"Isn't it beautiful?" he asked me while pulling me toward the crowds. "This is St. Mark's Basilica. Today, we pray."
My parents would be in complete shock if they could see this, see us. See my husband bringing me to one of the oldest churches in the world so we could pray together. While I may not be the most religious nut out there, he knew how important it was to me growing up. My parents made that clear when they were in our hair.
"What do we pray for today, Mathis? Health, happiness, a long love for the ages?"
He smiled and pressed a kiss to my hand. "All of the above. A family, happiness, a life where we annoy each other for eternity."