CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT

It was Friday and nearly two months since we got back from Maldives, and to say things have been exceptionally great would be an understatement. I didn’t care what my thoughts had been at the beginning of everything; all I knew was that today, just like any other day during the course of the week, would be great. But first, I needed to get up.

“You think too loud, amore,” a sleep-roughened voice murmured from behind just before I was rolled to my back. A moment later, and I was drowning in a sweet, hot kiss. Wrapping my arms around my husband’s neck, I kissed him back eagerly, my passion effortlessly rising to meet his. In truth, he only had to look at me, and I wanted him.

Like now.

I let out a little gasp when he reversed their position in a quick roll, and then gasped again as he slowly but steadily impaled me on his erection.

“Gio-Giovanni ...”

I threw my head back at his penetration, my hair streaming behind as I began to move, lifting myself up and then sinking back down, riding