I wanted that too, but I wasn’t sure if it was going to happen. Amo slowed and kissed me gently, his tongue teasing mine. He pushed up, pulling out of me and rolled on his back. “Sit on my face.”
I climbed up his body until I hovered over his mouth. Gripping the railing, I lowered myself to Amo’s mouth. I let out a low moan when his tongue parted me, stroking along my already sensitive flesh. I propped my arms up on the railing and put my chin down on it, my eyes on the glittering waves as I succumbed to Amo’s pleasurable teasing. His tongue was almost playful, switching between firm pressure and feather-light strokes that made my toes curl in the best way.
I barely moved, too caught up in the pleasure. Amo’s palms cupped my ass, massaging my cheeks as he guided my movements. I squeezed my eyes shut, my moans reverberating through my body.
“Amo!”
I was getting closer and closer. Amo lifted me off his face. “Scoot down.” With his help, I slid down his body until his tip pressed against my opening. My need was too great for hesitation. I lowered myself almost all the way. My body began to shake, torn between pain and pleasure. Amo wetted his thumb and pressed against my clit as I rocked my hips. Soon my movements became even more frantic, driving me slowly further down and when I settled all the way on Amo’s pelvis, he knifed up, snatching my nipple between his lips for a hard tug as his thumb flicked my clit, and pleasure coursed through my body. I cried out, my eyes squeezed shut.
Amo kept thrusting upward when I couldn’t move anymore, too overwhelmed by the sensations and then he too came with a groan. I sagged down on him, my breathing labored.
I grinned. Amo wrapped his arms tightly around me and for the rest of the day we did nothing but lounge on the sofa or take dips in the ocean. It was more perfect than I could have ever imagined. This still felt like a dream, as if were caught in another dimension, far away from reality.
I knew things wouldn’t always be like this. I’d feel homesick on occasion, miss my family, but I’d find my place in New York. Most people had welcomed me warmly so far, and I had my four dogs with me. Once things had settled down, I’d go in search for more animals that needed my help.
Our life together had only just begun and I was excited for it.
Greta and I had been married for two months. Life had returned to normal, or what now was my new normal: returning to a welcoming home every night after work.
The elevator doors slid open and immediately I was ambushed by Bear, Teacup, Momo and Dotty. I’d never wanted animals, had rolled my eyes when Marcella had taken in dogs from Growl’s shelter, and now here I was with a pack of my own. They were the reason why we were looking for a townhouse with a garden. An apartment in Manhattan just wasn’t the right place for them.
I petted them and headed for the kitchen. Greta was dressed in a tutu and preparing dinner while she talked to someone on the phone. She gave me a quick smile and pointed at the phone with an apologetic look. She held up two fingers. I could wait two minutes. I nodded and leaned against the kitchen counter, pouring myself a glass of the red wine that Greta had already opened so it could breathe.
I knew Greta had been practicing ballet in secret when I wasn’t home. She didn’t want to dance in front of me yet, not happy with her performance. I couldn’t wait to see her dance again but I wasn’t going to push her. I was just happy that she seemed to settle in much better than I’d feared. She got along great with Sara, and the rest of the Trevisans. My mother positively adored her and pretty much saw her as another daughter, and even Marcella and Greta bonded over their shared love for dangerous beasts, in human and animal form. Marcella had become a softie since giving birth anyway. It was a strange thing to witness.
I tried to imagine Greta as a mother. The thought always made me smile. We hadn’t decided when to start our own family, but we needed more time together and for our families to arrange themselves with the new situation.
Greta finally ended the call and hopped over to me, giving me a kiss. I caught the hint of concern in her eyes.
“Let me guess, your brother messed up again?”
“Not worse than before. It’s impossible to talk to him.”
“He’s lucky Aurora ran to you and not her parents.”
“You can’t ever mention it to Fabiano or anyone.”
“I swore it.”
I stroked her hair away from her face. “You can’t save everyone, especially not your brother.”
“I know, but Nevio needs someone.”
Nevio needed an exorcist at the very least.
“When will you see Aurora again?”
“Tomorrow in Gianna’s gym. We’re doing yoga together.”
Nevio’s mess up had one good thing at least. Greta had Aurora as a familiar face in New York, at least for a while, and Mom had someone to dote on now that Valerio had moved out.
“If you want you can invite her to the Hamptons too. She can spend time with you, Sara and Isabella when I go jetskiing with Maximus.”
“Really?”
“Really.” I kissed her then risked a glance into the pot. It was some sort of creamy soup with gnocchi. “Soy cream?” My lips curled.
Greta pursed her lips. “I tried a cream on coconut base this time. And the gnocchi are homemade since you didn’t like the last vegan ones I bought.”