Page 47 of (UN)Bounded

“G, it’s not a big deal. I would have said something if I wasn’t comfortable without a condom.” I smile at him as I rest my head on his arm and cross my leg on top of his.

“Thank you for agreeing to be bound to me,” he says, those deep brown eyes shining full of love.

“Yeah, G. We’re bound to each other.” He captures my lips with his, and we get lost in each other one more time.

Chapter 17

Gabo Godoy

Bella and I ended up fucking all over my room. Every crevice got blessed, and damn if it wasn’t better than any fantasy I’ve ever had. When we finally decided to take a break, we went to the kitchen and found everything we needed to make sandwiches; we ate two each. It was fun in the kitchen afterward. The thrill of having Aldo, Rocco, and Mario nearby made it feel almost forbidden. It was a good quickie; kissing the living lights out of Bella to quiet her moaning while I pounded into her was a really exhilarating experience. Then we went back up to my room and took a shower. I was worried Bella would be too tired for another round, but she surprised me when she went down on her knees and gave me the best blow job of my life. Or is this the way sex feels when you have a deeper connection with your partner than merely physical?

I just woke up, and Bella’s side of the bed is cold. I know she’s still in the villa; otherwise, the security team would have alerted me. I wonder why she got up so early. Even though she said she wanted to be bound to me, I still feel she’s holding back. I know after our conversation about her parents, it won’t be easy for her to fully trust me. That’s something that will only come with time. And now that she decided to take a chance with me, I have all the time in the world—I’m not going anywhere, and if we decide to have kids, we’ll be the best parents who ever lived.

After stretching and splashing water on my face to wake up, I go looking for her. It doesn’t take me long to find her. She’s in her studio, her back to me, wearing one of my white dress shirts. She’s painting a large canvas that I had set up for her when I offered her a space to create.

“Good morning, Bella mia,” I say as I make my way to her. She turns to face me, a beautiful smile on her face, and the view takes my breath away. She’s not wearing anything under my shirt, and it’s unbuttoned, teasing me with glimpses of her delicious body.

“Morning, G.” She stands on her tippy-toes to kiss me. “This morning, I woke up with an idea that wouldn’t leave me alone, so I came to work on it,” she tells me as she turns and continues to make soft strokes with her brush.

“I like it; it has character,” I tell her honestly after looking at the blend of colors and shapes she’s creating.

“Thank you. I won’t tell you what it is until it’s finished. You’ll figure it out by yourself.”

“Deal. Do you want breakfast?”

“I’m not hungry yet, but a cup of coffee would be lovely.”

“Coming right up,” I tell her as I make my way out of the studio.

“G?”

“Yes?” I turn around to face her.

“Thank you for creating this amazing space for me. I’m so in love with it. I’ll create many, many pieces here. I can feel it,” she tells me, those azure eyes shining bright like the ocean at noon.

“You’re welcome, principessa. I’m glad I was able to make it happen for you.”

After dropping off the coffee and a few pastries for her in the studio, I go for a swim in the pool. I need to get my own inspiration for the palace I need to design.

The water is crisp and refreshing, perfect to cool me down on this hot summer day. I do freestyle laps, not really counting how many, letting the repetitive motion clear my head.

After a while, lines start forming in my brain. A beautiful castle starts to take shape. Tall walls, smooth colors, and jewel shapes give me a visual of what I can create.

I stop swimming after my arms and legs start burning, the lactic acid building up in my muscles, so I get out and towel off the excess water. Bella’s studio has a huge set of French doors that open to the garden. I see her lost in thought, still painting her canvas.

A rush of lust takes over me, and I feel I will die if I don’t have her right now—in her element. I walk slowly, trying not to disturb her. I get behind her, and even though she hasn’t looked back, she presses her back to my front.

“I was wondering when you were going to make your way back to me.”

I grab the brush and the paint palette from her hands and place them gently on a small table she has nearby. Then I place myself in the same position we were in a moment ago and start playing with her nipples. Bella tries to grab my cock, but if she touches me, this will end before it can start. I’m that ready for her.

“Only I get to do the touching, principessa.” She whines in protest, but she gives up on her exploration attempts when my hand goes south to her core. I take advantage and keep her hand on mine while I use my other hand to play with her clit.

“Fuck, G. This feels so good,” she moans against my ear, and my dick jerks in response.

Her arms go up, and her hands clasp the back of my neck, giving me better access to her pussy. I continue my ministrations, and once my hand is coated in her arousal, I enter her with a finger, then another.

“G, I’m going to come. Don’t stop,” Bella says as she rides my fingers, finding her release. Her little cries make me spread precum all over her ass.

---