My European Honeymoon (Completed)

Chapter Eight

When I woke up the next morning, Isabella and Luca were both still fast asleep. I slipped out of our simple budget hotel room and headed downstairs. Grabbing some breakfast and a couple of coffees. Luca had fallen asleep within seconds of us walking into the room the night before. I hadn't even gotten Isabella out of her sling before he was snoring away. So I decided it was best to let them both sleep a little later than usual. The honeymoon was great, but it wasn't a relaxing holiday. Luca had probably put more work into the trip than he did when he was in the kitchen.

They were both still snoring when I got back to the room and I took the opportunity to jump in the shower. I was halfway through conditioning my hair when I heard the little whines coming from Isabella that indicated she was hungry. I abandoned my hair and jumped out of the shower, heading straight into her without pausing to grab a towel. Luca had already gotten her when I got into the room, despite my rush. "Sorry, baby. I was hoping to let you sleep in."

"I'm fully rested and who wouldn't be with a wake up call like that?" He nodded at my naked form.

"I was in a hurry. I'll be done in a minute. If you've finished being a perv? I need to rinse my hair. "

"Not really, but you go ahead." I had barely been back in the shower more than five minutes when I heard the shower door slide open. There were no words, the speed and force at which he had my back against the wall shocked the life out of me. I remembered back to the shower session we had last time we were on the road and the heat was there instantly. Nothing else mattered at that moment, nothing but my selfish desires.

His mouth crashed down on mine, but I felt the second when he tried to rein himself in. That slight hesitation before the pressure and speed eased off. I grabbed hold of the back of his head. Him slowing down was the last thing I wanted. I could feel him fiddling around with something that wasn't me, but I was too preoccupied to give it much thought.

When I felt the water pressure connect with my clit, it was pure delight. He had turned the pressure up high and lowered the temperature too. I wasn't convinced anything could feel quite so erotic, until his fingers penetrated me and sent me reeling. The pleasure was almost too much. As he increased his speed, my legs felt weak. Luca swept his arm underneath me and caught me before my legs had a chance to give way. Abandoning the shower head, leaving it dangling and spraying water all over us.

As he hoisted me into the air, I watched his muscles contract against the effort. There was nothing to hold on to other than him. My fingers dug into his upper arms, searching for stability as he f****d me. The weight of him, forcing me against the wall over and over again. As his seed filled me and my body contracted around him, I realised my true desire. The sudden realisation put a slight dampener on my orgasm.

The whole thing had been like we were complete strangers, not speaking a word to each other. That changed the second he lowered me back to the ground. "Sorry, I could resist."

"That will never need an apology. I love you baby." I wanted to blurt the information out, but the truth was that it made me feel really insecure. I had no idea how he would take it when I finally spilled the beans. We had discussed having another baby at the canna sessions, but it had been some idea that was distant in the future.

Everything I loved in life came from the two of us coming together and making something wonderful together. Not just Isabella, but the kitchen too. At that moment, all I could feel was regret about being on the pill. Luca wanted a big family, he had made that clear for years, but I hadn't really thought much past having Isabella. I was panicked enough about being pregnant with her, but that all changed. Having children didn't scare me once I had her. I knew the second I had looked into her eyes that I wouldn't screw it up. I just hadn't realised that it had progressed to wanting a whole brood of them running around the vineyard.

I got ready to leave in silence. Luca kept looking over at me and I knew he could sense that I had something on my mind. I didn't even know why it made me so nervous. He had been the one pushing for a family even before we were together. I just worried that maybe he had changed his mind. In the canna sessions, it didn't seem like a priority to him any longer and he hadn't mentioned it at all since then. Not that a lot of time had even passed.

I thought back to my own childhood as I looked down at Isabella. I had been so lonely, completely alone and without anyone I could trust. That wasn't something I wanted for Isabella. I knew she would never be like I was, but having a sibling to depend on was different. I wanted her to have the bond that Aurora and Luca had. They hadn't really gotten on as children, more tolerated each other, but they still looked after one another regardless. There was a loyalty and protective instinct that couldn't be broken.

"Dolcezza?"

"What? Sorry." Whatever he had said to me, I had completely missed it.

"Are you ready to go? You OK?"

"Yeah, of course I am." He made a sound, like a half laugh, half snort. As though he was challenging my assertion, but didn't dare put it into words.