(I will continue where this left off on the next chapter and after that, it will be heading towards the end.)
Maya
Conrad and I had been in Tuscany, Italy for a few days. The place is unbelievably gorgeous. The food, atmosphere, people, and scenery were exceptional. We’ve checked out a few places, but we still haven’t found the perfect venue. I’m trying to stay calm since we still have three more venues to consider. Today, I wanted to enjoy the day with my handsome fiancé. We were staying in a villa, there weren’t any other ones close by. It is private. I intended to benefit from our privacy. Although our main goal is to find a wedding venue, we can also enjoy other activities while we’re here.
We had dinner plans tonight, but there was time to spare. Conrad is lounging by the pool, soaking up the sun and savouring a cold beer. I came inside to make us some lunch because dinner wasn’t until nine. Just a simple pasta salad with a side of bruschetta, nothing too fancy. I have everything prepared, but I wanted to make a change before heading out again. I sneak into the room, switching to a seductive red swimsuit. The fabric covers my chest while enhancing my cleavage beautifully. The stomach area has a cutout, and the back is a thong. He had no idea at all that I had it, as I bought it as a surprise. I released my hair from its tie and ran my fingers through it, creating a tousled look.
Once finished, I return to the kitchen and transfer the food onto a tray before carrying it outside. Conrad is relaxed, with his eyes shut. I smirk and assume my position in front of him.
“Lunch is served, Sir,” I say seductively.
My tone prompts him to glance up and take off his sunglasses.
He lets out a groan. “Fuck! How did you manage to bring that here without me noticing?”
“This old thing?” I say, brushing it off.
He raised his brow at me. “Old thing? I guarantee that if you had this in the past, I would remember.”
I casually push his hand aside. “It’s time to eat.”
He mutters, “Yes because all I’m thinking about is food right now. You deliberately wore that to tease me.”
I give him a sweet smile. “I have no idea what you mean.”
I join him on the lounger and put the tray in the middle. I acted like nothing was going on. I could sense his intense gaze fixed upon me. I smirk and ignore him, dishing out the pasta salad for each of us.
“Eat up, handsome,” I say innocently.
He mumbles quietly. I don’t understand it fully, but I believe it’s related to my teasing. I made sure not to focus on him and enjoyed my food. Although it will frustrate him further, it’s all part of the fun.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice him enjoying his lunch at last. Now that everything is sorted, our relationship has intensified with even more passion. We find it difficult to resist touching each other, even in inappropriate locations. I love it, though. I hope it is always that way.
The air is thick with sexual tension as we eat our meal in silence. Once we’re finished, I rise, collecting everything, and remain silent as I retreat inside. I chuckle while putting the leftovers away and washing the dishes.
The sound of his footsteps grows louder as he enters the kitchen. He wraps his arms around my waist and plants kisses on my shoulders, whispering, “You look extremely sexy in this, baby girl. Can you feel what you do to me?” he rasps, and his excitement digs into my ass.
I moan and push back against it. Lowering his head, his warm, gentle lips glide over my neck’s tender skin. Fuck, that feels good. I slip my arm up and around his neck. He rests his hands on my hips and turns me to face him. He presses his body firmly against mine, pinning me against the counter.
“Is this my future? You torturing me any chance you get?”
I bite on my lower lip, “Yes. You will love every second of it.”
He lifts me, propping me onto the counter. He positions himself between my legs and his lips meet mine with intensity. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back, whimpering. A warmth begins to spread throughout my body as his hands travel up my bare thighs.
I break away from the kiss and push him softly, creating enough space for me to jump down and walk away.
“Maya, where are you going?” he calls after me.
With a smirk, I choose not to respond to his question. I walk back outside and dive into the pool. If he desires me that much, he can come and take me. In a matter of seconds, he comes rushing out.
By the pool, he stands with his arms folded. “Why?” he complains.
With a teasing smile, I discard my swimsuit and toss it away. “I want to fuck in the pool.”
“Really?” he asks, surprised.
I swim to the edge, rest my arms on it and glance up at him. “Yes. Why not? There’s no one nearby. Or are you too scared to fuck outside?” I challenge.
“Me, scared? Sweetheart, I believe you already know the answer to that question.”
I swim away from him backwards, “Come on then.” I encourage.
With a smirk, he slides his fingers into the waistband of his swim shorts, taking his time to pull them down. I let out a deep moan as his hard member comes into sight. He dives into the water and swims straight towards me.
As soon as he approaches, I swiftly jump on him. I am more than ready for him. I always am and the fact we are outside adds to the excitement. I love the way my confidence level has upped since I got with him. Being with him makes me a better person and motivates me to embrace life to its fullest. I never imagined I would end up like this. I used to think I would always be the girl who let everyone walk all over me. The one always on edge. I am glad that turned out not to be true.
“Are you eager for me, sweetness?” he smirks.
“Am I not always?” I moan and passionately kiss him.
I plan to make the most of the next couple of hours.