IAN's POV :
- - - One Week Later - - -
"You taste so sweet, baby girl," I murmured as my tongue lapped and licked all around her opening.
My baby girl was sprawled naked on the bed. It was still early in the morning, the sun was barely rising, but I was already up and hungry. She tipped her head back and moaned softly as I continued nibbling and sucking on her sensitive bud. My fingers trailed up and down her thigh, running circles on her porcelain skin. I knew I wasn't playing fair, teasing her like this so early in the morning.
But what's a guy supposed to do?
"Oh... Ian... please..." she pleaded through her moans.
I licked around her entrance again, slowly and tantalizingly as I said, "What do you want, baby girl?"
"I want you," she breathed. "Now,"
My shaft, which had been dangling at ease, suddenly began to harden. I climbed on top of her and pulled her in for a kiss, almost shaking in anticipation of being inside her. I was ready to just pin her down and have her right there and then, but I restrained myself. I wanted to make this last. I wanted to keep the tension growing, pushing our limits as far as I could.
"Ian..." she whimpered. She was so ready for her climax, she couldn't wait anymore.
"Always so impatient, huh?" I teased.
Without warning, Emma used all her strength and pushed me back on the bed. She couldn't take all the teasing any longer. The next thing I knew, she was straddling me, and she lowered herself onto my length. I couldn't do anything except watch as she sheathed me slowly and carefully.
"Fúck," I hissed through gritted teeth. "Baby, you're so wet,"
The look in her eyes spoke of the pleasure and pain she was feeling. It was fascinating to watch her core take in my girth, her delicate walls stretched and wrapped snugly around me. When I was completely inside her, she halted her downward slide and put her hands on my chest for support. Then, slowly and steadily, she began to ride.
I let her have her way with me. It felt strange, yet kinda hot, to be so passive beneath her. She was totally in control this time, rising and falling on my body in an easy rhythm. I kept myself as still as I could, despite the attacks of her dripping heat on me, I concentrated my eyes on her lovely face. She was smiling in pure ecstasy and bliss. It was like she was in a world of her own, carefree and heedless.
This was a new thing that I just learned since we arrived here. My baby girl was now so brave. She knew what she wanted and she took charge to get it.
"Ah! I'm gonna cum!" she screamed suddenly, her nails dug into my skin.
I thrust my hips upwards to meet her movement. My thrusts were deep and hard, fast and rough. She didn't stand a chance. Within seconds, her body jolted and convulsed. She screamed my name as I felt her clenching hard around me. Hot, clear liquid squirted voluminously onto my stomach. I didn't stop and continued pushing myself into her, helping her ride her orgasm harder and longer.
"Oh fúck, you feel so damn good, baby!"
I couldn't hold it in much longer. She felt so divine, wrapping tight and warm around me. Letting out a string of curses. I held her hips down and pounded into her until I reached my climax.
"Oh, yes! Cum inside me," she purred and kept her walls tight around me, milking every last drop.
I came so hard and so fucking much, cum was dripping out of her sensitive, swollen lips. She trembled and shuddered as I emptied myself into her. Unable to hold herself up any longer, she collapsed onto my chest and I held her there. Her heart was beating like crazy and her breathing was ragged.
"Well..." I sighed and stroked her hair gently. "Good morning to you too,"
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"What a beautiful morning, yes?" Sergio greeted Emma and me as we stepped outside to the garden to have breakfast with them.
"The best," I replied, and Emma blushed involuntarily. "I can never get enough of the air here, it's so fresh,"
"Compared to New York City? Are you kidding?" he laughed and motioned for us to sit down.
I pulled the chair open for Emma and she sat down. Teresa smiled at the two of us and started pouring some juice into our glasses.
"Thank you," I said to her.
"It's your first day at the university today, are you excited?" she asked me.
I glanced over at Sergio and smiled, "Absolutely. I'm so honored to be here, learning under the master himself,"
"Ian hasn't been able to stop talking about how excited he is," Emma interjected, smiling knowingly at me.
Okay, yeah, I had been geeking out on this moment for a while now. But I saw how Sergio painted the other day and it was one of the most mesmerizing things I had ever seen in my life. Watching a great artist like him work and teach in such close proximity, I was in for a treat.
We had only been here for a week, but I felt so inspired already. Everywhere I turn, there was something interesting to see and marvel at. And on top of all that, I had Emma next to me, the source of all my inspiration. At any moment of the day, I could just turn to my side and see her under the warm Italian sunlight, and I could just paint that and it would be pure art.
"So, I'll be back later by 4 PM," I said to Emma, pausing for a second before asking, "Are you gonna be okay out here on your own?"
"Of course. Teresa's gonna take me to the market and she's gonna teach me how to make a proper Italian fettuccini," Emma smiled reassuringly. She did sound excited about that fettuccini. "And then maybe I'll do a little writing. I've been feeling kinda inspired lately,"
"That's great," I said to her.
"Are you a writer, Emma?" Teresa asked.
"Not really... I just to like to write sometimes,"
"This is a great place for writers and painters alike," Sergio interjected, motioning for the greenery around us. "There are many stories deep inside the hills,"
Emma smiled and nodded, agreeing with his words. Meanwhile, Teresa's eyes caught sight of the clock inside the house and she gasped.
"Oh, dear, look at the time. You should go or you're going to be late," she said to Sergio.
"Are you ready to go, Mr. Hayes?" Sergio asked as he stood up and put his newspaper down.
"Yes, I'm good to go," I finished my coffee and got up.
"Have fun at school, Mr. Hayes," Emma said in a playful tone, standing on her tippy toes to give me a kiss on the cheek.
"See you at home, Mrs. Hayes," I replied.
She flinched a little at my words, and her eyes turned slightly somber.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked.
"I'm not Mrs. Hayes... not yet," she bit her lip and threw her gaze down.
"Baby girl, you're a Mrs. Hayes," I said, somewhat scolding, and I tilted her face up to mine. "Always have been and always will be,"
I didn't care what anyone says, this girl was my wife. I kissed her lips hot and passionately, and I smiled at her to make sure she knew who she was for me. She smiled back finally, a small and gentle smile, but a smile nonetheless. Lastly, I kissed her again on her forehead before turning around to follow Sergio to the car.
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Working with Sergio was intense.
Basically, I was like his personal assistant slash teaching assistant. Not only that I had to keep track of his personal agenda, but I also had to help him with standard tasks around the classroom such as grading, taking attendance, recording grades, et cetera, et cetera.
Sometimes he made me come up to the front and start teaching too, and that was crazy. These people were here to listen to the master speak, and yet he gave the podium up to me.
Needless to say, today was a great experience. Sergio closed today's lecture with a quote by Picasso, inspiration does exist, but it must find you working.
I couldn't think of much truer words. And somehow, it reminded me of my relationship with Emma. Love does exist, but we must be working for it. Our journey was still a long way ahead. Her parents weren't communicating with her, and my mom wasn't much different. I thought that after all these years and everything that we'd been through, we finally didn't have to strive so hard to be together anymore, but now I realized, the fight had only just begun.
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When I got home that day, Emma wasn't in the house. Teresa said that she went outside for a walk. Making my way out of the garden, I followed the road towards the rolling hills. It was a magnificent sight, to have these green hills as a backyard. With a view as great as this just sitting behind you, there was no way you wouldn't get inspired to create.
I found Emma after a bit of a walk. She laid a blanket under a tree and sat on top of it. She was typing furiously into her laptop.
"Hey. What are you doing out here?" I said as I stood in front of her. She was so busy typing, she didn't even realize I was right there.
"Hey you're back," she beamed as soon as she saw me. She got up to her feet and jumped to hug me. "I'm just writing something. How was your first day at the school?"
"It was great. Sergio's an amazing teacher. I'm learning so much," I said as I hugged her back. Tilting her face up to mine, I asked her, "How was your day?"
"Oh, it's amazing. Teresa took me to town and we went to the farmers market. I ate the most delicious gelato I've ever had in my life," she rambled in excitement. "I should make you fettuccini next time. Teresa said they passed the test,"
"I can't wait," I said as I kissed her on the cheek.
I was relieved that she was enjoying her time even without me. Honestly, this was probably the happiest I've seen her in a long while. When we were back in New York, she was always stressed out because of work and the wedding stuff. She was free from all of that now, and you could see her eyes radiating with joy.
"What are you writing about anyway?" I asked as I peered into her laptop screen.
"About the only story that matters," she smiled triumphantly and closed the laptop. "Our story,"
"And you're still not letting me read it?"
"I will once it's done,"
"When will it be done?"
"Well, look who's being impatient now?" she teased, referring to what I said to her this morning.
I shook my head and chuckled lightly, before leaning down to crash into her lips with mine. She returned my kiss with the same amount of passion and fervor. I held her body tightly with both arms and led her down on the blanket.
The next thing I knew, clothes were shedding off and I was tasting her breasts with my mouth. Her skin was so soft and delicate. I rolled my tongue around her nipple before flicking and biting down at it gently. She responded by arching her back and moaning softly, surrendering herself underneath my touch.
Using her hands, Emma stroked my length until I was rock hard, and she guided me to her entrance. She was getting bolder and bolder with each day. I let my tip graze her entrance and coat myself with her warm juices. And slowly and with ease, I pushed myself into her tight, wet core.
The feeling was so intense, both of us had to stop moving for a second just to relish the moment. When I gazed down at my baby girl's naked body and saw how I was so deep inside her, I couldn't help but smile. It felt weirdly wonderful to be naked and inside her under the sunset. The grass was warm and a soft breeze swayed the surrounding trees. The warm light was hitting her skin and she was glowing so beautifully.
How can I not be inspired when I get to go home to this?
Slowly, I began to pick up the pace and moved in and out of her. Her nails dug into my chest as her body pulsed and tensed. I thrust into her with long hard strokes, making sure she felt every inch of me as I entered her. This sight right now was one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen. I damn sure was gonna take my time with her this time.
"I love you so much, Mrs. Hayes," I leaned down and whispered to her ear. "You have absolutely no idea,"
- - - - - To Be Continued - - - - -