HELENA'S POV
I was spread out on one of the pool chairs in a pink bikini, my skin damp from the pool and now burning under the evening sun. The warmth seeped into my skin, warming the iciness out of me. it'd been two days since Dante and I got married and while the unbearable tension had managed to dissipate given ground to undeniable chemistry and never ending sex, I had also not set my eyes on Gianna, and I have been able to breathe well without the fear of her popping suddenly and snatching Dante from my hands.
I took a sip from my drink, placing it back on the stool beside as I watched Dante emerge from the pool in nothing but a swimming trunk. His skin glistened under the sun, his wet hair fell over his dark eyes and when he flicked his gaze, I felt the familiar nervousness pitting its way into the depth of my stomach.
"You're looking like I could eat you right now, just laying there" he said as he approached me, then stooping low to press a sweet kiss to my lips. He tasted like scotch as usual but this time there was a sweetness to it and I wanted to savor it for as long as possible, invade his mouth with my tongue and devour his taste like a wild animal, I could already feel the building pressure within my legs and I wrapped my hands around his neck and shoulders, pulling him to me. I felt the wetness of his skin mix with the dampness of mine, his eyes were metallic and magnetic. God, I loved the way he looked at me and I could never get enough of it.
"You know somewhere we've never done it?" I said to him and he shot me a knowing look.
"Helena – " he sounded excited and I matched his energy. I didn't need words to communicate with him, he read my body language with such ease and was fluent in it. He didn't waste any time connecting his lips with mine, a sweetened kiss that spread feelings towards my nerve endings. He deepened the kiss, then moving his lips to my neck and sucking at a special spot that caused a sharp intake of breath, goose bumps suddenly developing on my skin. He sucked and bit at my flesh, making sure to leave his mark on me and there were so many others on different part of my body.
"You taste so good" he whispered and then he sniffed my skin "God, you smell so good, I want to take you right here"
"What's stopping you" my eyes were flinty, seductive and suggestive. I wanted him, I wanted him so bad that I could feel my insides begin to ache. Then, with a talented swipe he pulled at the tiny strings of my bikini bra and we both watched it fall to the floor leaving my bare breast staring back at him. immediately, he took one nipple to his mouth and his fingers finding the one and fiddling with it in between his thumb and index fingers. Pleasure shot through my entire body, and a slight moan escaped my lips. He nipped at my nipples, his teeth slightly grazing them.
"You've been such a good girl lately, I guessed it's time I rewarded you"
"And you've been a bad boy" I said back to him in the same flirty tone.
His eyes stayed fixed on mine, causing even more heat to rise in my stomach. His hands parted my legs, drawing my pants down and exposing my triangle to his dirty gaze. He took a swipe at it and I shivered.
"Fuck" I exhaled. How did he always manage to draw out these dirty feelings from me? My clit throbbed and pulsed under his gaze, he took the swollen nub to his mouth and blood rushed to my brain causing a lightheadedness that I couldn't explain. He swallowed my wetness, slurping it up like honey. I held unto the sides of the chair, gripping it to steady myself from the intense feelings that gripped me. He inserted one finger inside of me, slowly fucking me with his fingers, curving his hands inwards to hit the sweetened spot that he always seemed to find while his tongue worked on my clit.
"Good girl" I heard him whisper, hot air blowing on my clit.
He didn't stop, even when my eyes rolled back and my entire body rocked with a pulsating orgasm that left me shivering.
Next thing he said "Turn around, I'm going to fuck you from behind"
By the time we were done, I was spent and collapsed on the chair. My chest heaving up and down and matching that of Dante whom I laid across, I was sweaty and full of his load and it felt like a minute part of my desire had been fulfilled.
Just then I heard his voice from beside me "I nearly forgot, we have a party to attend tonight"
DANTE'S POV
By the time we trailed back into the house, we met Matteo lounging at the minibar, his eyes fixed on his phone and his hands nursing a drink, he noticed our presence and looked up, bearing his usual sly smirk.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the latest couple in town. How's the honeymoon going"
"Well, you just ruined it" Helena offered spitefully, before walking upstairs to change leaving the both of us. I walked to the bar, pouring myself a drink and looking at Matteo.
"You haven't been in for two days, I was beginning to rejoice that I would never see you again" I said to him and he chuckled.
"You can't get rid of me so easily" he said, pausing for a second but I heard his voice again "So are you never going to see her?"
"Who?" I knew who, but still I wanted to play the long game
"Gianna"
"Did she send you?"
His echoing silence was all the answers I needed to know but he spoke again "You have to at least see her, talk things out"
"I don't have to do anything, she crashed my wedding. She should go back to the little acting career she left me for. I hope she wins an Emmy"
"She's not going back until she sees you – so she said"
I took a sip from my drink, the hard liquor burning my throat "Well that puts me in a difficult position now, doesn't it? Look, I'm not going to do anything to hurt Helena. I love her and I married her, I don't care about Gianna"
"Well that puts me in a difficult position now" Matteo said, his eyes were flinty and I knew that look all too well.
He was cooking something.