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“Let’s not get our hopes up,” she warned, but then sighed happily as Raff’s cock slid into her. “For tonight, let’s just concentrate on this …us …god, Raff, that feels sogood…”
Thousands of miles away,in the Indian Ocean, Ama was being shown around the luxurious villa that Enda had procured for them. At the center of the villa, was an enormous open-plan living room, dining room, and kitchen with one wall of sliding glass doors that led out onto a private beach. Ama went to the window and pushed it open, breathing in the warm ocean air. Enda slid his arms around herwaist.
“What do youthink?”
She grinned at him. “It’ll do.” They both laughed. “Seriously, this place isfantastic.”
Enda showed her around the rest of the villa, including the master bedroom with a huge four-poster bed, swathed in white mosquito netting. Ama’s heart began to beat faster …god, this was perfect. Enda, carrying their suitcases, dropped them to the floor and ran his hand down her bare back before his fingers pulled at the halter-neck tie of her dress. The dress slithered down her body to the floor. Enda knelt and took her nipples into his mouth, teasing each tiny bud in turn. Ama sighed, caressing his head as his fingers stroked her belly and thighs before sliding between her legs to touch her, first through her panties. Then, as he drew them down her legs, his tongue found herclit.
Ama shivered with pleasure, giving a small moan, and Enda stood and swept her onto the bed. She unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it away from his broad, hard chest. Enda shrugged out of it, then out of his pants. He kissed her as she felt his cock, already hard and throbbing against her thigh. Enda grinned down at her. “Let’s get this party started,Piccolo…”
They kissed, tasted, sucked at each other until they were almost fevered with desire, and when Enda’s cock thrust deep and hard into her, Ama cried out, saying his name over and over. He moved inside her, his hands pinning hers to the bed and his gaze locked ontoher.
“What shall we try next, my love?” Enda was breathless, his eyes alive with desire as he moaned softly. Ama smiled up athim.
“Anything …tie me up, Enda, and take me however youwant.”
“You want this?” He rammed his cock deeper into her, and she nodded. “God, yes,yes…”
He fucked her into the most sublime orgasm, coming himself a second after and shooting creamy cum deep into her belly. He barely let her catch her breath before he was pulling out some silk ties from his suitcase, still on the floor at the side of the bed. “Come here,woman.”
Ama giggled, only feeling a slight thrill of fear as Enda bound her wrists together and tied them to the bed. From the case, he pulled a long feather, which he ran over her skin. “You likethis?”
Ama nodded. The tickle of the feather was almost unbearable; paired with Enda’s fingers working her clit and the pull of the silk on her wrists, she could feel her body respond. Enda grinned, enjoying the control on her body. He grabbed a vibrator and switched it on, touching it gently to her clit. Ama shrieked as the vibration sent waves of pleasure through her already uber-sensitive clit. She could see Enda’s cock, fully erect, bobbing under its own massive weight. “Let me suck you,baby…”
Enda straddled her chest, and Ama took him into her mouth, sucking and teasing the sensitive tip, then running her tongue up and down the thick, long shaft. “Mio Dio…” Enda whispered, “May I come in your sweet mouth,Bella?”
Ama nodded, her eyes shining, and Enda came, giving a groan and saying her name again and again. He withdrew and kissed her mouth, her throat, her breasts, and her belly. He nipped gently at the skin of her belly, then moved down to take her in his mouth. Ama writhed as he teased and suckled at her clit, then swept his tongue along her clit and plunged it deep into hercunt.
“Oh god …god …Enda!”
Enda grinned and leaned over to retrieve something else from the case—a huge glass dildo. Ama’s eyes widened when she saw it. It was beautifully shaped, almost as big as Enda’s cock, and had a ribbed section. Enda slid it into her as he continued to suck her clit, and soon Ama was moaning, her whole body vibrating with pleasure as she camehard.
Enda untied her wrists as she recovered, and Ama half-laughed, half-gasped as the circulation to her hands returned. Enda stroked the welts on her wrists. “And to think …that was pretty tame bondage.” He grinned at her. “Imagine what we couldget upto.”
Ama wriggled into his arms, snuggling her head against his chest. “We don’t have to imagine …we could justdo.”
Enda laughed. Outside, the evening was drawing in. “Well, just for now, I suggest we eat, b because I am starving, and then go for a moonlightwalk.”
“All theclichés.”
“Hell, yes,cara mia. Every single one.” He kissed her gently. “Ti amo,Amalia.”
“Ti amo, Enda.” Her stomach growled noisily and they both laughed. Enda got up and pulled her to her feet. “Come, wife. Let’seat.”
Inca carriedSerafina into the tea house and was immediately greeted by her staff swooning over the child. Serafina was shy at first, but then basked in the attention. The customers fussed over her, too, but Inca, nervous, keep a watchful eye on the child. Even now, almost three years after she was attacked and stabbed downstairs in the tea house, she felt nervous when she came here. She hated that she was nervous—this teahouse had been her first in the city and had been where Raffaelo had proposed to her all those yearsago.
“Now, who’s this littlebeauty?”
Inca turned and smiled. Como, Raffaelo’s friend, greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. “Ciao,Bella.”
“Ciao, Como. Can I get you some tea? Orjuice?”
Como, a broad man who always wore impeccable suits, took his Panama hat off and sat down at her table. “Tea would be fine, thank you. How areyou?”
Inca smiled at him. Como’s occupation had never been clear to Inca, but she knew he operated both in the underworld and as a go-between for the polizia. When Raff had introduced them, soon after Inca was stabbed, Inca had thanked him for helping catch the men who tried to kill her. “I don’t know what you do, Como, and I don’t need to know. From this moment on, you arefamily.”
He often visited her at the tea house; the other women teased her that Como was her sugar-daddy and they both found it hilarious, playing along. In reality, Inca felt like Como was a surrogate father-figure to her now. Her own adoptive father had been murdered and she’d never known her biological father. As Inca had settled into life in Italy, she found Como a comfort to bearound.
