Ella’s stomach undulated with the increased breathing, and he knew she was close once more. Max lifted her sexy butt from the bed, so just her shoulders and head remained in contact with the mattress. The angle of penetration was perfect for hitting that sweet, sexy piercing that adorned her clit. It rubbed along the length of his shaft as he continued pounding inside her, building pleasure upon pleasure for his beautiful, perfect woman and himself. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly. He smiled into her eyes as she explosively climaxed again.
“I will never tire of seeing you lose yourself like this.” Her contractions of ecstasy rippled and pulsed around his cock. Max kissed her lips savoring every exquisite spasm and arch of her body. He loved her with every breath that he took.
From tragedy had come something totally unexpected—love. The moment his best friend Kirk had killed himself, he’d set a chain of events rolling, all leading to this one moment. He figured his buddy had lost the will to live after losing Kathy. If anything happened to Ella he wouldn’t want to carry on, either. That was why he had to make each day with her count. He had to cherish every moment as if it were his last, because one could never be sure when it would all end.
Max rolled onto his back, taking her with him. Still impaled on his cock, she felt so small and delicate lying on top of him. He stroked a hand down each side of her face as she looked into his eyes.
“I would be honored if you will take the slave ceremony with me. It will make our relationship permanent, and everlasting.”
Ella slowly caressed her fingers over the tattoo that decorated his right hip. “I want your mark on me, Max. It will make me feel a part of you.”
He kissed her lips, feeling at one with her, and so very proud. “I will take you to meet my mother in Sicily.” When his father had died twelve years ago, his mother had been heartbroken and returned to the island. It had taken her several years to regain her free spirit. Now he understood that deep-rooted devotion and love. Max smiled. “She’s very old-fashioned. She wouldn’t understand or approve of the slave ceremony. We will get married on the island. It’s such a beautiful part of the world. It will make my mother very happy. She’s been urging me to get married for years.”
“Max, what if she doesn’t like me?”
“Have no fear, little one, she will love you like I do.”
Ella pulled herself upright, riding his prick as she leaned further and further back. Her whole body swayed to a rhythm as she ground her p*ssy
repeatedly down his shaft. He’d never seen her look more radiant and beautiful. As Max watched her enjoy herself, he matched her movements with thrusts of his own. Ella tossed back her head, crying out as another orgasm crashed through. Her p*ssy
throbbed around his dick, teasing the semen up his shaft. His balls quivered and a powerful surge exploded deep inside the woman he loved—Ella.
His soul mate and the woman he would love to the end of time.
Epilogue
Six months later
The honeymoon: Calatabiano, San Marco Beach, Sicily, 6.30 p.m.
Ella plucked the white rose she’d just been admiring in the hotel garden, and lifted it to her nose. She smiled. Uniquely perfumed by the hot summer sun and salty air, it smelled wonderful. Just like Sicily itself. She raised her head and stared down the steps toward the beach. Max was a few hundred yards away, strolling easily in the clear, shallow waters of the Ionian Sea as it rolled gently in. With the wind whipping through his hair he looked wonderful. Ella sighed. She loved him with all her heart.
Quickly, she ran down the short flight of stone steps, kicked off her sandals, and crossed the sandy beach to join him. Leaning against his body, she linked her arm through his.
Max smiled, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Happy?” he asked.
“Happy and sad, Max. Happy that we’re finally married, but sad we return to the States tomorrow. I’ve had such a wonderful time. I don’t want it to end.”
Married just three weeks ago, they’d spent their entire honeymoon on the beautiful island of Sicily. Max’s birthplace had turned out to be a real treasure. They’d stayed in a wonderful Baroque-style castle in Calatabiano. The large, opulent hotel boasted wonderful turrets and ornate luxury, and came with a picturesque garden that contained all the plants that Max cultivated in his inner courtyard back home. Every night they would dine in style, under fabulous crystal chandeliers.
“Don’t be sad, I promise you, we will return here every year, Ella.”
“Really?”
He playfully touched her nose. “Firstly, to celebrate our wedding anniversary, and secondly, to give my mother time with our children.”
Ella’s heart soared. “Your mother is a wonderful lady.” They’d hit it off immediately.
“She adores you, Ella. You can do no wrong in her eyes.”
“Good, I’m glad. I love her as though she were my own mother.” They strolled further along the beach, hand in hand, watching the sun slowly dip below the horizon in a stain of bright crimson and yellow. Mount Etna rose high and majestic behind them, brooding and silent. The dark sandy beach was a beautiful and permanent reminder of its awe-inspiring volcanic power.