Episode Fifteen
I roll over and drag my wife back down as she attempts to sneak out of bed. “Where do you think you’re going, Mrs. Valentino?” I ask her, my mouth peppering kisses up and down her neck.
“I was going to make my husband breakfast.” Kyla sighs, her weight fully sinking into me.
“I’d much rather just have you for breakfast,” I tell her, rolling her onto her back. My body falls on top of hers. I lower myself down, sneaking underneath the blankets, and my mouth wraps around one perfect, hardened nipple. My hand cups the opposite breast, kneading the flesh.
Kyla’s back arches off the mattress. Her fingers tangle in my hair. Pushing my face harder against her chest. “Maybe you can start with me and then top it off with actual food. But make it quick. I have an early lecture this morning,” she says.
“Babe, no one rushes a delicacy. Meals like this were made to be savored. Every. Single. Bite.” I clench my teeth, marking her perfect skin. “It’s supposed to be enjoyed.” I lick over the tiny divot. “Should be appreciated,” I tell her, moving farther down until my shoulders are resting between her thighs. My fingers spread the lips of her pussy wide open, and my tongue darts out against my bottom lip. Kyla has the prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen.
“Oh god, Lorenzo, stop playing with your food and eat it already,” she whines.
What’s that saying? Oh, right. Happy wife, happy life.
I’m not stupid. If my wife wants something, I’m going to make damn sure she gets it. Right now, the thing she wants is my tongue sliding through those wet folds of hers. Starting from the bottom, I slowly drag my tongue upwards, stopping at her clit and circling around it before repeating the process. Kyla attempts to hold me against her clit. Her hips pushing upwards and seeking more pressure.
I press down on her thighs, keeping her as still as I can. I love seeing my wife squirm beneath me, but I love hearing her scream in pleasure even more. I thank God every day I wake up next to my wife, so fucking grateful that she’s mine.
My tongue glides back up to her clit. I close my mouth around it. And suck. Kyla screams out and pulls on my hair. Her hips bucking. “Yes, oh god. Don’t stop,” she moans.
I wouldn’t dream of it.
I push two fingers inside her, the walls of her pussy clenching and gripping me so fucking tight. I move in and out of her while I suck harder around her clit. Kyla comes apart, screaming out my name. It’s like music to my ears and honestly the best fucking way to start the day. Once her body stops shivering, I slide back up the length of her torso before gripping her chin in my hand.
“I love you, Mrs. Valentino.”
“I love you, Mr. Valentino,” she says as she leans forward to claim my lips.
Her tongue swirls around mine, and my cock pulsates. He’s ready to feel heaven. Positioning myself at her entrance, I slowly slide in until I’m buried to the hilt.
“Oh, shit, Lorenzo,” Kyla moans as I slide out and then back in a little more forcibly. Picking up one of her legs, I wrap my arm under her knee, bending her leg back. The angle gives me better access and my cock buries deeper inside her.
She’s so wet, and the wall of her cunt is quivering. She’s still coming down from the orgasm I just gave her. “I want another one,” I say. “I’m not stopping until you come all over my cock, babe.”
Kyla hooks her other leg around my back, using it as leverage to grind up against me. Meeting me thrust for thrust. My hand grips her throat, squeezing just enough but not too tight that it’ll leave marks.
“I’m… shit…” Her legs stiffen and her body shakes as another orgasm tears through her.
“Fuck yes!” I yell as my thrusts become wild, chasing my own release. I can feel it. My balls tighten and tingles travel along my spine. Pulling out of her, I grab my cock and pump it three times, spilling my seed all over my wife’s stomach. “Best way to start the day, babe.” I sigh before rolling over onto my back.
“I’ll say,” she huffs. “But I really do need to get moving, or I’m going to be late.”
“Let’s shower and then I’ll drive you to campus.”
“I’m showering alone. If I let you in there, we won’t get out for at least another hour.”
“You would deny me the pleasure of washing my wife’s body? Really, Kyla, that’s fucking cruel.” I pout.
“Oh, sweetie, you haven’t seen cruel yet. You know McKinleys are known for being heartless,” she says.
“You are the farthest thing from heartless, Kyla, and you’re also not a McKinley anymore. You’re a Valentino.” I smile. I don’t think I’ll ever get over the fact that she’s my wife. She has my last name.
“Yeah, but I’ll always be a McKinley, Lorenzo. Oh, and I forgot to tell you. My parents want us over on Saturday,” she says as she gets out of bed and walks naked into the bathroom.
I try and fail not to groan. Don’t get me wrong. I love my in-laws. They’re awesome. They made the most perfect woman after all. But my father-in-law wants to skin me alive and feed me to his fucking pigs. Literally. He hates the very sight of me. The only reason he hasn’t done it yet is because of Kyla and I heard his wife might have threatened him too.
I’m not scared of the guy. I could easily take him. I would never do that to my wife, though. She’s very close to her parents. Which is why I didn’t hesitate to pack up and move across the world to be with her. I want her happy. I miss my own family like hell. But I can easily fly back and forth between Melbourne and New York. Although with the number of times my phone goes off with messages at all hours of the night, you’d think I was still in the States.
Speaking of…
I look to my left and watch my phone vibrate across the nightstand. I reach over and pick it up, pulling the charger cord from the bottom. My sister’s number pops up. I click the green answer button and quickly bring the phone to my ear.
“Aurora, how’re things?” I answer, already knowing that if she’s calling me: One, she’s in trouble and needs bailing out. Two, someone else is in trouble and needs bailing out. Or three, shit’s about to hit the fucking fan and I need to get my ass home. Trouble and my little sister seem to go hand in hand. It’s how it’s always been. I don’t expect it to change anytime soon.
“Did you know about Enzo and the FBI chick?” she asks.
“The what now?” I sit up. The mention of my brother’s name and the use of the word FBI in the same sentence shouldn’t fucking happen.
“His new girlfriend. She’s an agent. Where the fuck have you been, Lorenzo? I’m in hiding and I still heard about it before you,” she says.
“News doesn’t travel as fast Down Under. Start at the beginning. How the fuck is Enzo mixed up with an agent?”
After Aurora gives me the rundown and informs me she already met the girl and likes her, I ring my brother. He called me while ago with some cryptic bullshit about how I knew my wife was the one. I had no idea he met someone or that that someone was a cop.
“Lorenzo, don’t even say it,” Enzo sighs into the phone as soon as the call connects.
“Don’t say what? That you’re a fucking idiot? That you need your head examined? What are you thinking dating a federal agent, Enzo? How exactly is that ever going to work out? I’ll tell you how, with your ass locked in a concrete cell,” I yell down the line in rapid Italian.
“First, she’s left her job. Second, I don’t fucking care what anyone thinks. She’s mine, and I’m not giving her up,” he yells back at me.
“She left her job? And you believe her?”
“I’m marrying her, Lorenzo,” he says quieter.
He’s marrying her. Fuck me. I really need to organize a flight home and sort this shit out. Why hasn’t Pops put a stop to this? Or any of the family, for that matter? Are they all just going along with this madness?
“What’s her name?” I ask him.
“Kayleigh,” he says.
“Last name?”
“I don’t need you running checks on her. She’s one hundred percent in this with me, Lorenzo. I gotta go, but you need to chill out. I have this under control,” he says, and then cuts the call.
I need to chill out? Fuck that.
Kyla walks back into the bedroom wrapped in a towel. “What’s going on? You yelling in Italian means someone fucked up, or is about to,” she says.
“My brother decided to hook up with a federal agent and no one thought it was necessary to tell me,” I grunt.
“How’d you find out then?”
“Aurora called.”
“Your sister called? How is she? Where is she?” Kyla seems more concerned about my sister than the fact Enzo is shacking up with a cop.
Am I the only one in this family who thinks this whole thing is a disaster waiting to happen?
“Lorenzo, your brother is a grown-ass adult. He’s fine. And besides, if the rest of your family is okay with this woman, you should be too,” she says.
“You’re probably right,” I tell her as I’m picking up my phone to message my cousin.
Me:
I want whatever file you have on Kayleigh.
Dante replies straight away.
Dante:
Sent.
I’m going to drive my wife to campus, and then spend the day deep-diving into this woman who’s somehow captured my brother’s heart.