Rosalia

I've never seen anything as beautiful as Greece. From the moment the jet starts to descend, and I can see the crystalline blue water below, I'm glued to the window, watching the iconic blue-topped white buildings in the distance and the colorful spray of flowers, the beauty of it stretching out below us as we get closer and closer to landing. I can tell that Angelo is enjoying my reaction from the smile on his face, and I nearly skip off of the plane as we go to the waiting car, eager to see where it is that we're staying. He hasn't given me any clues, not so much as a picture, and it's hard to sit still as the car winds its way through the streets to the waterside hotel that Angelo has rented for us.


'I got us the best suite,bellissima," he promises me as we get out in front of the huge white stone building, taking my tote for me as we walk in through the front doors. The floor is all gilded and colorful mosaic, the stairway a gorgeous wrought iron that we walk up floor by floor, with me unable to resist the urge to look out of every window at the view beyond. When we reach our door, Angelo shoulders the tote, scooping me up into his arms and carrying me across the threshold into the room. 'As a groom should," he says, setting me down and kissing me soundly before letting me look around at our home away from home.

It's stunningly beautiful. There's a fresh, open-air feel about it, everything from the huge canopy bed done up in white linens, with gauzy white fabric looped around the canopy and blowing in the breeze, to the mosaic countertops and rustic stone floor with woven rugs scattered across it, and the wide doors flung open to reveal an infinity pool that looks out over the ocean beyond.

'No one will see us up here," Angelo says, a smirk on his face that tells me he already knows what I was thinking. 'We have the entire first floor to ourselves."


'So I can go skinny-dipping?" I'm already reaching for the zipper of my dress, eager to get into the pool, and Angelo gives me an indulgent smile.

'You can do whatever you want,mi vida," he murmurs, pulling me in for another kiss. His tongue slides into my mouth, his hand slipping down to grip the curve of my ass as my dress pools to the floor, and for a moment, I think we're going to end up in bed. But I have other ideas, and I slip out of his embrace, grinning as I slide my panties off of my hips and turn, bare naked, and stride towards the pool.


'Come join me,husband," I call out teasingly, enjoying the feeling of his eyes on me as I walk away. The sun is bright and warm on my skin, the water blissfully cool the moment I step into it, and I've never done anything like this before. It makes me feel free and daring, my pulse fluttering excitedly as the water washes over my bare skin inch by inch, and I hear Angelo walk to the doorway, watching me with barely concealed desire in his gaze as I slip into the pool, the view stretching out without stopping on every side.

'I think I just might." He strips his t-shirt over his head, the sun gleaming off of his olive skin, and when he steps out of his jeans, his half-hard cock already swelling further at the sight of me in the water, I have the sudden wish that we could stay here forever.

Just me and the man of my dreams in paradise.

Angelo follows me into the water, and I try to dart away from him teasingly, but he snags me easily by the waist, pulling me into his arms. 'I still think about that day you talked me into going out to the pool with you," he murmurs, bending to kiss me. 'What if we try that over again?"

'I like the sound of that," I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck and returning the kiss, moaning softly when his tongue slides into my mouth. 'We don't have to stop this time."

Angelo's hands slide over my bare skin, and I feel his hard cock press into my belly, hot against my cool skin. 'I did promise that you'd get to come, once we got to Greece," he murmurs, lifting me in the water. When my legs go around his hips and his cock nudges inside of me, I let out a gasping moan that I think might have been heard at least one floor down.

'You can come as many times as you want,bellissima," he promises me, walking me backward so that I'm leaning against the back wall of the pool as he starts to thrust. His hand slips between us, immediately finding my clit as he kisses me. It takes only seconds for me to tip over the edge, clinging to his shoulders as I come hard, the arousal that's been building since I was in his office yesterday crashing over me.

Angelo makes me come twice more before he does, slipping out of me long enough to set me on the pool edge and eat me out to another breathless orgasm before he pulls me back into the water, turning me around and fucking me hard and fast with his fingers rubbing over my clit the entire time. He spills over my back as he comes, the heat of it making me moan and arch backward, a small flicker of disappointment rising in me when I remember that we left before I could get my birth control pills. I'd hoped that our romantic honeymoon might be the first time he came inside of me.

'Youdowant children, right?" I ask him a little while later, when we're both lying out nude on our lounge chairs in the sun, liberally slathered in sunscreen and enjoying the freedom of not having a single pair of eyes on us. I turn towards him, shading my eyes. 'It really is just you wanting to wait a little longer?"

'Of course, I want children with you," Angelo reassures me. 'A few of them, I hope. But I want time with you, first. I want to be a little selfish with my wife, for a little while. We have plenty of time."

'I know what you mean." I lean back, enjoying the feeling of the sun on my bare skin. 'There's so many things we haven't done yet. Dates to go on, places to travel—"

'I want to do all of those things with you. In a few years, we can revisit the topic of children. Idowant them," he says again, firmly. 'But I want to enjoy the sweet surprise of being married to you first,mi vida."

It all feels perfect. Angelo has planned everything out, from the afternoon poolside to the chef's tasting that's brought to us on our own private balcony later, course by course, paired with exquisite wine and served with a view of the island below, lights twinkling in the gathering darkness.

'We'll go out tomorrow," Angelo promises as we finish dessert, a light-as-air tropical mousse that might be the best thing I've ever tasted. 'There's plenty of shops to wander through and things to see."

'How long are we staying?" I ask curiously, wondering if he'll finally tell me, and he shrugs.

'I've left it open-ended. I'm waiting to hear how things are back home, with—" he hesitates. 'I don't want to bring up unhappy things tonight, but you know what I'm talking about. Originally, I planned for a two-week honeymoon, but if we need to extend it—" Angelo smiles. 'I'm sure it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world."

As much as I'd like for our extended vacation to be for other reasons, I can't argue that he's wrong. The idea of more time with him here sounds blissful, and as we fall into bed a little while later, tangling up in the crisp white sheets, I think once again that I could stay here forever.

I've only been in Greece a day, and I already love it.

The next day starts out equally as blissful. Breakfast is brought to our room, and we eat it out on the balcony again, Angelo's gaze sweeping over me in the filmy white dress I bought, with small blue flowers scattered over it. 'You match the scenery," he says with a laugh, pulling me in for a kiss as he plants the straw hat I bought atop my head. 'Let's go explore Santorini."

Angelo is the most light-hearted I've ever seen him as we make our way through the winding streets, as if being away from home has taken a weight off of his shoulders, too. We still have security with us, but they keep their distance, giving us the illusion of being entirely alone as we make our way through small shop after small shop, browsing and exclaiming over small, silly items. Angelo buys me a shell necklace and an embroidered sarong, and we stop for lunch in a small cafe overlooking the water, with some of the most delicious food I think I've ever had. We see the cats that roam through the streets and get enough sun to turn my cheeks pink. After lunch, Angelo takes my hand, and we start to walk down towards the beach.

We're halfway there when he stops suddenly, his hand tightening on mine. 'Turn around," he says quietly, and I look at him, frowning.

'What?" My heart speeds up in my chest, and Angelo gives me the look that I know means I'm not supposed to argue with him.

'Turn around," he repeats, still very quietly. 'We're going back to the hotel."

'But—" I start to protest, feeling a wave of disappointment. 'Angelo, everything is fine. You're seeing things—who could have followed us here? We were supposed to go down to the beach—"

'I know." He says it through gritted teeth, reaching for my arm. He's gentle, but he turns me around, nudging me back up the path. 'Go, Rosalia."

I don't know what he thinks he saw, but I go. I can't help but pout a little, frustrated that our perfect day has been infringed on by the danger we came here to escape, and I know Angelo can tell. I feel certain that he's going to punish me for it when we get back to the hotel, but instead, the moment the door to our room is shut behind us, he pulls me into his arms, kissing me.

'I'm sorry," he says softly into my hair as he wraps his arms around me, holding me against his chest. 'I couldn't risk something happening to you. It felt like someone was following us, and I—I couldn't take the chance."

Privately, I'm worried that he's a little paranoid, but his restlessness about it doesn't seem to ease. We spend the rest of the day in the room, enjoying the infinity pool and having dinner on the balcony again. Angelo almost hovers over me, unwilling to let me out of his sight for even a moment. There's no romantic sex when we go to bed—he pulls me into his arms again instead, holding me close until we both finally drift off to sleep, my thoughts full of confusion as to what he's so worried about. Surely we're safe here,I think as I drift off, Angelo's lips against my temple as he lays there with me under the soft linen sheets.

'I'll always keep you safe," he whispers as I drift off, and I believe him.

My worry is that he doesn't believe it himself.