“…I would be lying if I said that I could live this life without you. Even though I don’t tell you all the time, you had my heart a long, long time ago, in case you didn’t know…”


By noon the next day, Marie and Marco were just walking into their hotel room in Venice. After draining her eyes of tears because of the letter, Marie had fallen asleep on the plane. Soon after, Marco followed suit, and so once they were got into the room, they had one thing on their mind. So it wasn’t exactly their wedding night. That had passed while they were in the air.

Marie was still in her dress, which felt more confining now than ever. But mostly, she was surprised that she still smelt like her perfume from the day before. Marco was still in his suit, but it was in a state of complete disarray as he had undone the top few buttons on his collared shirt.

From the moment the door was shut, they were clinging to each other’s body. Marie breathed heavily in Marco’s ear, collapsing into him when he cupped her ass in his hands. “Please get me out of this dress. I need you, please.”

With his arms secure around her, Marco eased her back onto the bed, hovering over her body as they kissed. He cupped her neck with one hand as he held himself up with the other, satisfied with kissing her as slowly and passionately as possible. She moaned quietly against his lips, struggling to undo his tie with her eyes closed. Only when she felt an absence on her lips, did she open her eyes to find Marco kneeling on the bed, fingers shakily loosening his tie until he could pull it off his neck.

Before coming back down to her, he undid the buttons on his sleeves, loosening the fabric around his wrists. With him back over her, Marie wasted no time in unfastening the buttons down his chest. “How much of that letter do you remember?”

He let out a breathy chuckle and watched her work on his shirt until it was completely undone. “Not much. It’s been nine years. But everything in that letter still holds true; I’m sure of it,” he pulled off his shirt and tossed it off the bed with force. Without even wasting a second, he reached around Marie’s back and slid the zipper down, running his fingertips down the skin that became exposed until it stopped just above her ass.

“I love you so much,” she sighed and tangled her fingers in her hair as Marco slipped the tight lace past her breasts. A low, animalistic growl resonated from his throat as he saw, for the first time, the matching white lace lingerie she’d bought for this specific moment. “Surprise,”

Marco kissed her neck quickly and went back to shedding her body from the dress. With each tug, more of her body became uncovered, and with each extra inch, Marco saw more and more of a sight he would surely never unsee. Everything was white and lace, going skillfully hidden beneath her dress. And now that he knew this had been hiding under all that fabric, his only regret was that he hadn’t gotten it off of her sooner. Everything about it was turning him on; from the corset that hugged her body as though it was trying to become one with her skin (and pushing her breasts up mouth-wateringly high), to the crotchless panties that were inviting him in, begging to be stuffed full of his length, or the garters that followed the shape of her smooth, beautiful legs and wrapped around her thighs.

He decided that she could leave her heels on. Yes, that added to the appeal. Now he just needed her, in every way and position imaginable. Marco slid off the bed, encouraged to tug Marie towards his mouth as her chest heaved in arousal, but before he could lay his lips along her slit, she stopped him, and he didn’t know if his heart was going to break, or if he was going to cry.

“In your letter,” she managed to catch her breath just enough to speak. “You asked a favor of me, and what type of wife would I be if I didn’t make it happen for you?”

Marie scooted back on the bed, just to entice Marco back onto it. And when he crawled up, she forced him down onto his back. He looked like he sort of remembered what he had asked for, and when Marie placed her knees on either side of his head, shaking her pussy over him teasingly, he grabbed her hips and forced her to sit on his open mouth.

It earned him an excited squeal from her and she looked down, only able to see his chin moving as he licked and rimmed her entrance. She ran her fingernails down his bare chest, and bent over to plant her lips on his stomach. The angle also did wonders getting his mouth over her clit and her entire body jerked forward as he passed over it the first time. She could partially hear, most mostly feel Marco smile and laugh against her core at her body’s reaction.

“Sorry,” she looked back and whispered. Her biggest concern was that he wouldn’t be able to breathe. Which then got her head spinning about how she’d explain the situation to the police if he passed out from lack of oxygen. Sorry officer, I was sitting on my husband’s face for too long…

He hummed back a response to ease her worries, and she looked back at Marco’s body. The bulge between his legs made his pants look unbearably tight, and she undid them quickly, pushing them past his hips just enough to reveal his black boxer briefs.

“Oh my… fuck,” Marie set her head down gently, realizing her forehead was on his erection as Marco had found a moment to lick his index finger, and now began the process of sinking it into her asshole. When he hummed again, she was more invigorated than ever to tuck his underwear down and kiss the underside of his shaft as it came back and fell against his waist. “Can you breathe?”

In such an intimate moment, with Marco’s tongue doing wonders on of her, he began to laugh, bouncing her on top of his chest. Marie looked back at him again and pushed herself upright, setting her hands on his chest to lift herself off of his mouth.

“No baby, come back,” he pulled at her hips again. “I’m fine… Lay back down,” he pressed on her lower back until she complied, and then began his work again.

Marie waited a moment to let out a gentle groan, and then took the head of Marco’s dick into her mouth, running her tongue around it slowly. He was already throbbing in her mouth, and when she rolled the underside of her tongue over the tip of his cock, his upper body jerked forward. Marco growled against her center and moved onto her clit, focusing solely on it.

She let out another quiet moan, taking more of him in her mouth while also cupping his balls in her hands. The moment he asked for in the letter was nearing, and as much as she wanted to, Marie couldn’t keep her mouth on him. She pulled back and pressed her hands against his stomach so she could sit up a little straighter. Cries began to spill past her lips, and she bowed her head, only focusing on the pleasure he was giving her. She trembled on top of him, only letting out quiet screams as her muscles clenched in rapid succession as she came.

Her next move was the exasperated roll from his mouth to beside him on the bed. Marco smiled, lips shiny and slick from her arousal, and sat up. He took the slight effort to kick his pants and briefs off as he kissed her hip, and then crawled up to her.

“I do remember writing that,” he grinned and kissed Marie’s lips quickly, looking down as he grabbed his shaft and pressed the tip against her entrance. Marie shifted her body downwards until he entered her, and she set out a soft groan as Marco set his hands on the bed on either side of her body. “Jesus, you’re perfect,”

Marco thrust forward and lowered his head to kiss her breast gently. Between the way she moaned with each long, deep thrust, and the way her pussy pulled and tugged his shaft, he knew she was in for a long night.

“I want you all the way inside me, Marco… Deeper,” her eyes fluttered shut and she arched her back, pressing her breast against Marco’s mouth harder.

It was a request he wasn’t about to deny. He drilled into her harder to get deeper, only pulling back and she took sharp breaths in each time the head of his dick pressed against the entrance to her cervix. Marie placed her hands on his ass, digging her fingers into it to get him to speed up. But Marco, the ever patient lover, sat back on his knees and pulled her hands away in order to pin them above her head, “you’re going to come just like this… deep and slow.”

“Oh shit,” she gasped, losing her breath. “You fuck me so good, baby,”

She coughed, unable to fill her lungs with air. Marco smiled and kissed her neck, humming in affirmation. He felt himself throb inside her tightness and knew that he could go on forever like this, putting himself deep inside her folds until his entire length made a home inside her.

“Come in my pussy, please… please…”

But then she said shit like that, and he just wanted to lose it. When she begged and pleaded with him, it made him feel like a weak man.

“Please!” She screamed out, causing her chest to turn a bright red. Then making eye contact with him, she reached up and laced her fingers behind his neck. “Please fucking fill me up with your come, Marco.”

He grunted and bucked his hips into her as hard as he could, making sure he buried himself deep each time. “Jesus Christ, Marie,”

Her eyes rolled back, and she turned her head to the side, writhing around as she reached another orgasm. Marco smiled and pecked her lips quickly as he picked up the pace just a tad so he could reach his own orgasm. Her body was tugging at his shaft and it took everything in him to just prolong the feeling for as long as possible. He wanted to release inside her, to feel that feeling again… And that’s when he remembered she was pregnant again. That was also the moment he came. He so badly wanted to be a new father again, to hold a tiny infant in his arms and cradle it against his chest. He loved that feeling.

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“We have to, we have to, we have to!” Marie shrieked and tugged on Marco’s hand. She crossed over the cobblestone street as carefully as possible in her wedge heels. They were not the most practical for the European cities, and she almost regretted her decision in bringing them. “I’ve always wanted to do this,”

Marco chuckled and followed along, entertaining her idea. He had to remind himself that while he had spent many months here throughout his life, this was Marie’s first time in Italy. They approached a man standing by the canal, waiting for someone to approach him. Instead of pressing his case, he seemed content to wait for others, and he smiled pleasantly as Marie came closer to him, towing Marco behind her.

“Ciao,” Marie smiled, steadying herself on the uneven street.

“Ciao, bella,”

She blushed and let go of Marco’s hand, clasping her hands in front of her. “Are you free…? Can we ride?”

“Naturalmente,”

Marie looked back at Marco, searching for validation. He walked past her and stepped into the gondola after the gondolier had taken his position at the back. Marco reached up for Marie and took her hand, helping her step down into the boat.

“Prima volta qui?” First time here?

“Lei, sì. Me, no. Siamo appena sposati,” Her’s, yes. We’re newly married. Marco handed the gondolier a significant amount of money for his time and a private ride through the canals.

“Ah. Benvenuti,”

Marie smiled as he began to paddle and as Marco came to sit beside her at the other end of the gondola. She began to giggle like a young girl, getting to experience something for the first time again. Marco placed his arm around her shoulders and stared at her as she took everything in. When she finally looked back at him, they grinned at each other.

“Have you ever done this before?” She asked, tucking into his side.

He nodded, “with my nieces. They had much of the same reaction as you have now.”

She feigned laughter and looked back out at the city. In a place where she felt everything was magical and special, it amazed her that people walked around, bustling about. While real life was temporarily paused for her, it was in full swing for everyone else.

Marco brushed his fingers along her arm, and she set her hands on his thigh absently. “You know what we forgot?” Marie snapped her head back to Marco’s. He just stared at her. “A prenup. We’ll have to do that when we get back home… Only it won’t be a prenup now, because we’re already…”

“Why?” He interrupted.

Marie furrowed her eyebrows, “what do you mean?”

“I didn’t forget to have one drawn up, I didn’t want one in the first place… Do you?”

She didn’t know what the right answer was. They both had a lot to lose in the event of a divorce. She had the business, and he had the money from his career, the condo, the cars… She thought a prenuptial agreement was something he would ask of her.

“I can have my lawyer pen one, if that’s what you want. I trust you to be level headed enough to not put me through the ringer, even if we get divorced. I didn’t think it was particularly necessary.”

“You don’t want protection from me? What if I go crazy, psycho bitch and leave you all for naught?”

He smiled and cupped his fingers around her neck, turning her more towards him so he could kiss her. From the other side of the boat, the gondolier grinned. “Having protection from you would be like admitting myself to rehab for an addiction to a drug I love too much,”

Marie shook her head slightly and kissed his jaw with closed eyes. “Awful analogy, perfect sentiment,”

She wished this could be her reality forever. To float along in a gondola, through the canals of Venice, seemed the perfect way to spend a life. The more she saw of the city, the more she loved it. And Marie knew that as much as she would want to get back to the States and hold Sofia, leaving this beautiful country would be terribly difficult. If anything, imagine the safety miles between her father and Italy.

Notes

"In Case You Didn't Know" by Brett Young.