Oh, Jesus.

It’s even better than I expected. The way she assaults me, making my skin shiver with need. My cock is already leaking and I’m half aware of the way there is a faint buzzing in my mind as reality fades away and I’m left with Ilaria.

The taste of her core on my tongue, salty and delicious. My new favorite taste.

“P-p-pleaseee.”

The words strangled and frantic. Ilaria’s not quite sure what she’s asking for and what she wants. The ocean is teasing her as the waves wash up her stomach so close to where her tits are tight and desperate for me to play with.

“Please, what, princess?”

My hand slips from the sand, pushing my weight to the right side as I slip it over her stomach, cupping her breast in my hand as I continue rocking against her.

Her nipples are hard, tiny little bundles of deep pink. Just a slight glide of my hand over them makes Ilaria moan out an ‘Oh Fuck’ that filthy mouth of hers begging for me as she arches for my touch, knowing only I can get her to the ecstasy she craves.

She’s empty, waiting for me.

And thinking of her words has me driving myself faster bucking against her slippery pussy, wishing my mouth was whispering how she makes me feel into the folds as I lap up her desire like a dessert. Savoring the sweetness.

I’m lost in her.

As soon as my fingers wrap around a nipple she looks at me, so wide eyed and wild and I know she’s about to break apart.

“Dante.”

She sounds scared as I wrap her in my arms, pushing her so she’s riding out her orgasm on my lap. Tears are in the corner of her eyes and she’s watching me as I’m desperately rubbing my cock through her folds wanting to be there with her at the precipice of her passion.

And then it happens.

Her arms throw themselves around me and she’s holding on as she lets out my name in a moan that’s so free I know I’m going to cum.

Her lips find mine as she mumbles against them, my hips gliding up and down as I feel myself release. Hot strings of cum soaking through the shorts as she pulls away, eyes that sort of wide like she’s surprised that all of this friction had me coming too.

“I can feel you.”

And those four words spoken with such sweet innocence have me wanting to bury myself inside of her sweet pussy. Because if Ilaria thinks she has felt anything she’s going to break apart on our wedding night.

“My sweet principessa.”

I’m kissing her throat as I pick us up, setting her on her own two feet as she stands naked in front of me, like Aphrodite risen from the sea.

My goddess. My queen. My Ilaria.

“10/10.”

“Go Ilaria!”

“Get it girl.”

“Would watch you fuck again!”

Her head turns and my eyes follow as four girls applaud from the deck and I think that Ilaria is going to blush and act embarrassed by the fact her friends just watched us hump each other to orgasm on the beach.

I can feel myself reaching for her growing protective but instead of letting me reach for her and wrap her in the safety of my arms she steps forward, completely naked. Ilaria bends down and bows to them, blowing kisses as she straightens up and waves.

The girls holler at this all laughing as they cheer her on. Ilaria steps forward, a smile on her face as she starts towards where her bathing suit is. Instead of sliding it in she grabs my shirt, looking over her shoulder at me.

“I’ve only had one cup of coffee today. If you hurry up I’ll take you out for my second.”

And she holds out her hand for me, waiting for me to make my way up to her. The simple action makes me lose my mind and I’m scooping her up, kissing her cheeks as I make my way up the beach with her in my arms.

I’m well aware at this point that I’m falling in love with my fiancé and there is nothing that can stop it.

19ILARIA

My eyes were on Dante, who was sitting with my friends as they ate the early dinner he had gotten delivered for everyone. He was so relaxed around them, as if he knew them already and don’t have to worry about any surprises.

And my friends were laughing at him, trying to get him to squirm with all their questions but were having no luck.

They liked him.

“Okay, are we going out tonight or are we playing 21 questions here?” I broke up their interrogations, plopping down on the couch beside Sammie.

Dante gave me a look from his chair and I know he would rather we stay here but this is my girl’s trip, no matter how he tries to crash it we’re here to party, with or without him.

“I’m flying back to Boston tomorrow morning,” He is throwing a big party for the Fourth of July at Inferno and I think about how I should offer to go with him, to be there for the big event but I’m feeling selfish and want to stay with my friends.

“What Dante is saying is he is an old man and can’t hang.”

I’m teasing him and his eyes glint with something dangerous.

For some reason I want him to come out with us.

I want to dance with him and feel him against me as I move to the music. I want to lose control and know I’m going to get home safe. I’ve been the mom friend of our group for so long, keeping everyone safe that I want someone to keep me safe.

And I trust Dante to do that.

“What are you doing at Inferno for Fourth of July?” Maddie is making conversation and having Dante’s eyes tear off of me as he looks at her giving a polite smile to my friend.

If Dante wasn’t going to take over the Boston family I would say he would be a great politician.

“We have fireworks that people can view from the roof and a guest DJ coming from Las Vegas.” Dante looks so proud, as he should, about the work he put in and I started feeling guilty running away on his opening weekend.

This is important to him and I want to support him.

“We should go back tonight. If we head back we could get dinner at Inferno and go dancing. Plus Dante will comp our drinks, right D?” Tessa looks at us and I wanted to tell her to stop trying to push us together but my friends had made up their mind about Dante and I could see the traitorous bitches thinking and coming up with plans.