“And if you like midnight driving with the windows down, and if you like going places we can’t even pronounce… Baby I’m perfect for you…”


“Ciao, zia Valentina,”

The woman, who was even smaller than Marie and seemed to be Sandra’s age, spun around to face them. Her graying hair was tied up in a messy bun, and the apron that covered her clothes was dusted with flour. Nonetheless, she ran up to Marco with her arms open. “Ah Marco! Sono così felice che stai visitando,” I’m so happy you’re visiting.

“I’m happy to be here too. Zia, this is my wife, Marie.”

Marie’s heart nearly jumped out of her chest at the sound of Marco saying “wife”. It shouldn’t have been anything surprising, considering she was his wife now. But there was something so validating about knowing that they were each other’s.

Valentina went in for a hug from Marie, and Marie reciprocated. “Parli italiano?”

“Un poco,” Marie held up her hand, wavering back and forth.

Valentina grinned and spun around, scurrying to her stove, and began assembling a pot of coffee. “Yes sit, sit,” her accent was heavy as she spoke English to make Marie feel more comfortable. “I make coffee and pizzelle,”

Marco set his hand on Marie’s back and led her to the wooden table in the nook of the kitchen. “Zia, the villa looks nice,”

“Sì? It’s changed a little from your childhood, no?”

Before Marco could answer, the kitchen door they’d come through reopened, and an older man walked in. He was equally as excited to see Marco as Valentina had been. He came up behind Marco and wrapped his arms around his neck, squeezing tightly.

“I miei occhi mi ingannano? Un ragazzo di Scandella?” Do my eyes deceive me? A Scandella boy?

Marco tilted his head back to meet the eyes of the older gentleman. “Sì. La famiglia da attraverso lo stagno,” The family from across the pond. “Zio Giuseppe, my Marie.”

Giuseppe pulled his arms away from Marco and took one step over and kissed Marie’s cheek. “Your Marie? I want her to be my Marie,”

Marie blushed and giggled as Valentina came around and slapped his shoulder. She set down the coffee in front of Marco and Marie. “Giuseppe, if you hit on her now, she’ll never come back.”

He rolled his eyes at his wife and moved to sit down across from Marco and Marie. “How’s your daughter?”

Marie’s eyes lit up at the mention of Sofia. For some reason she thought they wouldn’t know a thing about her existence. “She’s wonderful. Sofia Rose. We hope you get to meet soon. We’ll have to get her out here,”

Giuseppe was mesmerized by Marie, staring at her like she was telling him the secrets to life. And if she weren’t so comfortable around them, it would’ve made her feel awkward. “Francesco would go on about her like he didn’t have any other grandchildren. Giulio’s daughters were left out, lemme tell you.”

“They had the spotlight to themselves for awhile. It’s Sof’s turn,” Marco smiled and sipped his coffee.

And then out of nowhere, Valentina asked, “are you pregnant again?”

Marco coughed and nearly choked on his coffee. And judging by Giuseppe’s expression, he took Marco’s reaction as affirmation. Valentina smiled as well and returned to her baking.

“Is it a boy this time?” Giuseppe poured himself some coffee.

Marie flicked her eyes to Marco. They had agreed they weren’t going to disclose anything about the baby to anyone yet. Marco cleared his throat, “it’s too soon to tell much of anything. But we’d appreciate your discretion… Keep this news in Italy for a couple months.”

Valentina came back to the table, now carrying the first batch of pizzelle. “It is going to be a boy. Another strapping Scandella. It’s for Francesco.”

Marco grabbed onto Marie’s hand and squeezed it gently. The rest of that afternoon was spent exploring the property that Marco had partially grown up on. The wine cellar and small vineyard were so normal to him, but to Marie, they were something so foreign. She’d never actually been in a home that had a large and functional wine cellar. Even though she couldn’t drink any of it, she still wanted to explore everything.

That night, Marco thought it would be fun and romantic of they picnicked in the small vineyard behind the house. Despite a chill rising in the air, they trodded out and laid down a blanket. Marie had brought along the pizelle Valentina had made earlier, and some cannoli that Marco’s cousin, Lorenzo, had brought home. Marco had also found a bottling of sparkling water, and decided that since Marie couldn’t drink, they could share that.

Marco reached for Marie and tugged her sweater further onto her shoulder. In the moonlight, she looked absolutely divine, and Marco hoped he’d never have to take his eyes off of her. She caught him staring and she lifted her glass of sparkling water up to her mouth.

“What?” She giggled and set her glass down. She leaned back, supporting herself with one hand, and set the other on her stomach. In just a few months, she’d be considerably bigger and probably hate Marco for doing this to her again. But right now, underneath the calm Italian sky, she loved everything about it.

“Nothing, I–How did such a beautiful woman, marry a guy like me?”

Marie smirked and lay down, resting her head in Marco’s lap. She looked up at him and closed her eyes as he brushed his fingers through her hair. “I had to lower my standards… Ryan Reynolds wasn’t banging down my door. I had to settle,”

It was a joke Marco was willing to play along with. In his eyes, she had settled. She had grown into an amazing woman and human being, despite being raised by a father whose goal was to sabotage her. “I believe it. But I bet Ryan Reynolds would’ve showed up eventually. You just didn’t give it enough time,”

She giggled and reached for his hand, setting it on top of her stomach, “you got lucky then.” When he nodded in agreement and bent down to kiss her, Marie opened her mouth and slipped her tongue into his mouth. She moaned against him, and rolled over until she was satisfied, lying on her stomach between his legs. “How come you don’t call me sweetheart?”

He furrowed his eyebrows, pushing his hands through her hair to get it away from her face. By the way she was fumbling with the button on his jeans, he steadied himself for an outdoor and semi-public blowjob. “I’ve never called you that. I call you darling,”

Finally getting the button free, Marie tugged his pants downwards, helped along by Marco lifting himself off the blanket. Once his pants were at his knees, she tucked his briefs below his member. She tilted her head to the side and looked up at Marco as she kissed down the side of his length. He chewed on his lower lip and brushed his thumb against her cheek. “In your letter,” she hummed in between kisses, “you wrote sweetheart.”

As she went back to lick his shaft, Marco felt his dick twitch in her hand, and he let out an exasperated moan. “Did I? And you liked that?”

Marie nodded and curled her lips around the head of his cock.

“And you want me to call you sweetheart?”

She nodded again, flicking her tongue against the underside of his tip.

“I don’t know; I’m very fond of darling,”

Marie lifted her head to argue her case, but Marco hushed her and cupped his hand over the back of her neck, pushing her head back down to his dick. Once she took it back in her mouth, he stroked her hair comfortingly. Her head bobbed slowly, quiet slurping noises drowning out his groans, as precome spilled from him freely.

“You’re not really a sweetheart, though.” He tilted his head to the side to get a better angle of her taking him into her mouth. And gently, he pressed on the back of her head until she obeyed and took a little bit more of his shaft into her mouth. “Sweethearts don’t whip out and suck dicks like you’re doing,”

She pushed against his hand until he allowed her to come back up, “oh I can stop. That’s not an issue,” she taunted and stroked him quickly for the time being.

He shook his head, seeing the complete error in his ways, “no, please.” He smiled and collected her hair into a messy ponytail, “you have to finish me off now…”

“I don’t have to do anything,” she shot him a glance. And the look Marco gave her in return was one of almost sheer terror. She could practically see him thinking; going through the ways in which he could remedy the situation. When she felt like he had tortured himself enough, she bent back down, “now, what are you going to call me?”

Marco growled and pushed on her head until he heard her choking on him. And even then, he didn’t let up. “Sweetheart… you little devil,”

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As much as Marie loved Italy, she couldn’t wait to get back home to Sofia. Even in Rome, with the Colosseum, the Vatican, and the Trevi fountain, Marie’s mind wandered to what their one-year-old was doing back home with Grandma Carol. They were in the home stretch now; just a couple days away from their flight home.

Marie awoke with the feeling of Marco’s lips on her bare chest. She had nearly passed out after their sex marathon the night before. After three orgasms for Marco, and seven for her, it took everything in her to keep from passing out during sex. She had been exhausted, and was sure she’d never gotten a better night’s sleep. Now with Marco straddling her hips and sucking on her soft flesh, Marie brought her arms up above her head and stretched out. She hummed out a greeting and covered her eyes with one of her arms as the sunlight was too harsh for her eyes.

Marco sat up and stared at her, eyes darting over her body. Her hair was splayed out messily on the pillow, her breasts bounced each time she moved, and the hand that was not covering her eyes was now tracing down the center of her chest at a steady pace. “Don’t move,” he ordered and leaned over to pull his phone off the charger.

“Marco you’ve already taken so many pictures and videos of me!” She giggled and brought her hands to her breasts, cupping them to hide them from the camera.

He grinned boyishly and tried to tug her hands away from her body, “okay first of all, I’ve only taken like four pictures of you. Most of them have been videos,”

“Just screenshot the videos,” she smiled and reached for his phone, but he lifted it out of her reach. “You filmed yourself torturing me last night, that should be enough.”

“What was torturous, sweetheart?” Marco leaned in and pulled Marie’s hands away from her breasts. This time she allowed him to do so, and re-lifted her arms above her head.

She arched her back as Marco took the first picture, “when you used the beads to stretch out my little asshole…”

He grinned from behind the camera, and took a few more pictures. “That was torturous?” Satisfied, he set his phone down and bent forward, placing his mouth on her neck and began sucking.

Marie nodded and circled her hips beneath him, “they were big and heavy.” She kissed his shoulder and dragged her fingertips down the center of his back.

Marco moaned into her skin and mumbled, “were they? Did it hurt, baby girl?”

She moaned quietly as Marco grazed his teeth along her skin. Before she could answer him, he planted his lips on hers. Only when he pulled back and dragged his thumb over her lower lip, did she answer. “Yes, sir. And you made me take all of them,”

He frowned and looked up at her hair as he ran his hair through it, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. What can I do to make it up to you?”

“You can eat me out,”

Marco smiled and pushed himself further down until he kissed her chest again. And then ever so slowly, he trailed his tongue down her body, “that’ll make you feel better?” He slid off the foot of the bed and tugged Marie’s legs until she scooted down closer to him as she nodded. Then he spread her legs apart and kissed her inner thigh softly. “And we’ll play with different toys next time to stretch you out… sound good, sweetheart?”

“Yes sir,” Marie hummed as Marco lightly pecked her clit. One of his hands was around her waist, holding her still, while the other one scratched her thigh. Her eyes fluttered shut and she let out a quiet sigh. His tongue entered her, and Marie’s entire body shifted downward wanting just a little bit more.

He moaned against her and shifted his eyes to her face. If there was thing he loved, it was seeing Marie’s expression when she was turned on. The uninhibited pleasure she expressed made him feel like the best lover to ever walk the earth. Marie’s eyes opened and when they made eye contact, Marco smiled against her to the best of his ability. She set a hand on top of his head, grabbing at his hair as his beard scratched at her sensitive skin.

“Suck my clit,” she gasped as Marco nudged two fingers inside her and flipped his hand over, palm up. He did as she asked, and closed his mouth around her clit as his fingers plunged and curled deep inside her before pulling out to repeat it. “God… damn… Marco,” she cried out softly, touching her free hand to his as it rested on her waist. She locked their fingers together to steady herself but it was pointless. “Please fuck me,” she sobbed, “please!”

He was quick to obey, and it was at that point that Marie had never been happier that they slept naked. The moment she needed him, all of him, he was there, stuffing his member into her until he bottomed out. And even then he jabbed into her a little more until she shrieked out a high-pitched scream.

Notes

"Perfect" by One Direction.