promises

**Savannah

**

Our legs intertwine, the covers over our lower halves, which Luciano insisted stay bare during the whole trip.

"No, no. È: il mio nome è la signora Vitale."

(No no. It's: my name is Mrs Vitale.)

"You cannot drop the article. You must say the whole thing."

I nod, ready to go again.

"Ancora. Qual è il tuo nome e quanti anni hai?"

(Again. What is your name, and how old are you?)

"Il mio nome è la Signora Vitale, e sono... How do you say twenty three?"

"Ventitré."

"E sono ventitré anni?"

"Bene. Good. But when talking about yourself typically you would say mi chiamo instead of il mio nome è, and don't forget the article in this case Ho."

Italian is hard.

Speaking of hard Italians....

"How are you not tired?" His large and strong hand roves my body his hands drifting to my core.

"I haven't had you in months. I'm aching for you, amore. I need you."

Just as says this, his middle finger rubs my entrance. He does this, rubbing and flicking my sensitive clit before plunging his finger into me.

I throw back my head, which rests on his broad shoulder, as he reminds me of my promise.

"You promised me anytime. You said I could have you whenever I want."

I did. His thumb circles my clit, my pussy pulsed, and clenched around his three fingers, as he relentlessly fucks me with them.

"Take me, if you want me. I told you that too."

He still seems incredibly reluctant about that one. I told him I gave him permission to have me whenever. He is my husband, after all.

Still he has to ask, every time.

"Is that a yes?"

"Of course."

I hear him swear in relief, then feel an emptiness. He pulled his fingers out of me, leaving me clenching around nothing.

"I can't believe we're married," His cock run against my bare ass, before he lifts my leg to give him access to my slit.

But he doesn't plunge into me. Instead he strokes my kitty, parting my lower lips to get a better look I suppose,

"This is mine."

Bucking wildly against his hand I groan in frustration. "If you don't fill if it won't be."

His deep throated chuckle vibrates his chest behind me, a comforting feeling,

"Savannah," I crane my neck to look in his eyes.

He rarely calls me Savannah.

"If you give what's mine to anyone else, I will kill you. You know that, don't you?"

"Of course. Same goes for you."

"Of course. I am yours you are mine, promise me that."

The fire in his eyes, even for this topic seems a bit more intense than it should be.

"Promise me." When I don't speak, he grips my chin, forcing me to look in his eyes. "Promise me Savannah."

"I promise, I am yours and you are mine. No one else's."

"No matter what?"

I frown. What did he do?

"No matter what." He insists.

"No matter what."

The tension filling his body evaporates.

"Then there is nothing in the world that I won't do for you."

A few days past, and we leave the villa

A few days past, and we leave the villa. We swam in the ocean. Luciano kept very close to me though, even though he taught me how to swim, and Luciano Vitale hates to admit he's wrong.

Apologizing, at least to me? Fairly easy. But admitting he's wrong?

It's like, you're pulling his teeth with a crow bar.

"This is the ocean, Kitty. There could be sharks or rays or jelly fish. You've into swam in pool."

"I'm fine."

"I know!"he hurriedly assured me. "I know you are fine. I know you can swim. I just...wanna be fine and swim together,"

The warm water is relaxing, the sun on my skin is serene.

We had fun. On the second week of our honeymoon we went snorkeling almost every day. We took pictures with this underwater camera, and Lucy took me to a coral reef.

It was so full of life and color. It was amazing. By the third week we had down almost everything thrice, but the privacy was perfect.

On our last week, Luciano got a phone call. He was in the shower, and though I know he hated for me to answer his phone, I did it anyway.

"Vitale?"

"Piccola? Why do you have Luciano's phone?"

"He's in the shower. I can take a message."

Niccolò huffed. "No you can't .Luciano would flip if he knew you answered the phone. Just tell him his phone rang. I'll call back so there's a missing call and hope he doesn't notice."

"Baby I thought I heard my phone—"

"Too late."