What Happens In Italy..._A BWWM Billionaire Romance

by Kendra Riley

  He had spent countless nights fantasizing about what he would do to her when he got her in his arms again. Never had he thought that he would be so consumed by his need for her that he would rush. He had wanted to spend the night doing every nasty thing he had imagined on their cold and lonely nights apart.

  Still, his body craved her and hearing her pleading with him to fill her was more than he could stand. Perhaps after their first time, he could explore her body in all the ways he had planned. In that moment, he just needed to be inside of her again.

  “As you wish,” he said, flipping her on to her back and laying on top of her, allowing her to feel the massive erection waiting for her behind his jeans.

  “Fuck me. Fuck me hard,” she said, unable to control herself as her hips thrust up towards him wantonly.

  “I plan to,” he said, ridding himself of his shirt.

  He ran his hands possessively along the curve of her hips before sliding her jeans slowly from her body to reveal the white cotton panties beneath. He paused for a moment to commit the sight of her lying there in the candlelight to memory before he tore those from her body as well.

  Savannah knew she should be slightly worried about what exactly she was going to wear home the next day, but the sight of his hand reaching his own fly sent all other thoughts but those of his cock straight out of her mind.

  As he divested himself of his jeans and boxers, she stared eagerly at his erect penis. It was bigger even than she had remembered. When she had first laid eyes on it as a virgin, the size had intimidated her. Now though, she was eager to take every inch of it. She knew the pleasure that it would bring her and she couldn't keep herself from reaching out and taking it in her hand. She moved her hand up and down on it slowly, savoring the silky texture of his skin.

  Jake knelt there before her, watching her beautiful hand wrapped around his dick and couldn't remember a more alluring sight. Still, if he allowed her to continue as she was, he wouldn't be able to last much longer. Gently, he placed his hand over hers and stilled her movements.

  “Darling, you have no idea how many nights I spent imagining your hand doing just that but, right now, I need to be inside of you,” he said as he used his other hand to caress her sensitive folds.

  “Alright,” she said, giving him her sweetest pout. “Once we are done, though, I plan to spend hours touching every inch of your body that I want. Perhaps I will tie your hands to that railing there,” she said, gesturing to the old staircase across the room. “You will be helpless against my exploration.”

  “If you keep talking like that,” he whispered, his skilled fingers stimulating her clitoris as he spoke, “you will unman me before I even get inside of you.”

  “Then what are you waiting for?” she asked, arching up her head and licking the sweat from his bare chest.

  “Nothing,” he said, moving light lightening as he surged in to her. She gasped with pleasure at the feeling of completing he gave her and the sound nearly drove him mad. He thrust in and out of her wildly, his fingers dug in to the sweet curve of her rear as he moved in sync with him.

  Their first time together, Savannah had been satisfied to allow him to guide her, showing her what pleasure he chose to. Now, though, she knew that she might only have him for a short time before he left town again and she wanted to be with him in every way before that happened.

  He was so lost in his lust for her that she was able to catch him off guard, suddenly spinning them so that she was on top of him. He froze and looked up at her as though she was Venus in carnet.

  “Ride me,” he whispered, bucking his hips up to show her the rhythm. Though she had never been on top before, the sheer desire coursing through her and her body’s instinctual need for him took over. She rocked her hips, moving herself up and down over his length. His hands gripped her hips at first, lifting her up and down. It wasn't until he was sure that she was comfortable in her new position that he moved his hands from her hips, traveling the sweet curves of her side and the muscles of her stomach until he reached her breasts.

  He held them him his hands, savoring the feeling of them bouncing up and down with each thrust of her hips. She was riding him wildly now, as though she were more animal than human. Her only thought was of making him as wild with desire as he made her. All the while, he caressed her nipples with his thumbs, sending pulses of electric desire through her.

  As he sensed his own completion nearing, Jake moved one hand from her breasts and returned his attention to her clitoris. As she moved herself up and down his length, the teased the sensitive spot. Savannahs entire body was alive with the sensation of pleasure. Not even during their first time together had she been so utterly consumed by physical pleasure.

  There was something intoxicating about being the one in charge of their love making. Jake, for his part, was too enthralled at the sight of her riding his cock to form any type of coherent thought. All he knew was that he was going to come, and soon.

  When he could see that she was nearing climax, he gripped her hips and, in one swift motion, maneuvered her beneath him again. She lay there, her arms extended above her head, her entire body quivering as he thrust in and out of her wildly. He made no effort to be gentle and she didn't mind. Just when Jake thought that he could feel no greater pleasure, Savannah dragged her nails down his back. It was the most primal, erotic sensation he had ever felt and he came instinctively, filling her with his seed. He continued thrusting, wanted to mark every inch of her as his own while Savannah cried out as she too reached her completion.

  Chapter 13

  Jake slipped off to sleep almost immediately after their lovemaking. Savannah fought against sleep, though. She lay against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart and the soft sound of his breath. It was the first time in a year that she had felt at peace and she didn't plan to miss a moment with him, even if he was sleeping. Every moment with him was precious to her.

  Hours later, Jake began to stir and smiled at the sight of Savannah’s eyes fixed upon him. He ran his hand up and down her back, sighing with contentment as she snuggled against his side.

  “How long have I been asleep,” he murmured as he kissed her gently on the forehead.

  “Not long,” she said, feeling their quiet sanctuary slipping away. He had said nothing of leaving, but he didn't need to. When they had first come together, he had made it clear that he couldn't stay. This night, whatever had brought him back, couldn't last much longer and she knew that she needed to tell him about Brian. She just wasn't at all sure where to begin.

  “I have not slept well since the day I left here,” he explained. “It was as though I could never get my mind at peace enough to truly rest without you by my side.”

  “It has been quite a while since I have slept well myself,” she said, thinking of the many sleepless nights she had spent caring for their son. She wouldn't trade a moment of those nights though. Rocking Brian in the darkness of the early morning hours were some of her favorite times with her son. In those moments, it was as though they were the only two in the whole world and it was during those times that she spoke to him the most about his father.

  “Where are your thoughts?” he asked, sitting up and looking at her carefully.

  “So much has happened in the last year,” she began, pausing to try and find the right words.

  “I wish I could have let you write to me. I know it wasn't fair to you. Still, I cannot regret it because I know that it kept you safe,” he said. All she wanted was to ask him what she needed protected from. She had promised him, though, that she wouldn't ask him such questions and she intended to keep that promise.

  “I understand. It was hard, though. There was so much that I needed to tell you,” she sighed, knowing that the time had come to tell him everything.

  “I'm here. Tell me now. We have time,” he said as he held her tightly against him. In that moment, it felt as though the rest of the world didn't exist.

  “Do we really hav
e time?” she asked, not sure what he meant by those words. Her heart was about to burst at just the possibility that he might be telling her that he had returned to stay. Her head, though, knew better and she struggled to keep her emotions in check.

  “Yes, my dear. I will be here for the entire week. I'm all yours,” he said as Savannah felt her heart begin to crack. As glad as she was to have the promise of more time with him, she knew that it might make it worse when he went away again. At least, though, Brian would have some time with his father.

  “I did write to you while you were gone,” Savannah said, her hand caressing the muscles of his chest as she spoke.

  “You did?” he asked, lifting his head and looking at her in confusion.

  “Well, I had a lot to say to you. Your letters made me feel connected to you, but it felt so one sided,” she admitted.

  “I'm sorry for that,” he said, nuzzling his face to her neck and kissing her skin gently.

  “Don't be sorry. At least I had something of you,” she said, gesturing to the pile of letters lying where she had dropped them on the ground when he arrived.

  “Are those all of my letters?” he asked, rising and crossing the room to pick them up. He leafed through them, looking awe struck that she had kept them all.

  “Yes. How could I part with a single one? They were all that I had of you,” she said, rising and crossing the room to stand in front of him.

  “How did I get lucky enough to have the love of a woman like you? Anyone else would have written me off the moment we parted. Not you though,” he said, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her close.

  “Well that is because no other woman could love you as I love you. We were destined to be. I have never doubted that,” she said as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

  “I'm so lucky that the universe brought me to you. It may be the first time things ever worked out right for me,” he said, lifting her up in to his arms and kissing her so sweetly that she couldn't keep from tearing up.

  “Oh my,” she sighed, not sure what to say in response to him.

  “This makes you sad?” he asked, looking at her with concern.

  “Not sad. I have something for you though,” she said, walking to her bag and pulling out her journal.

  “What is this?” he asked as he took the book in his hands.

  “I told you that I wrote you. I had no place to send the letters but I had to tell you everything I was feeling. I had to answer your letters,” she said, looking at his with eyes so full of love that it took his breath away.

  “Can I read them?” he asked, knowing that they were her private thoughts, even if they had originally been things that she had wanted to say to him.

  “I want you to,” she whispered as she took his hand and led him back to the pillows. She sat down and he followed her. He lay back then and he pulled her against his side, cradling her with one arm as he used the other to hold the journal. She watched his face as he read, seeing the sadness that he felt when he read of the pain she had felt at his departure and his relief when he read the passages that confirmed her love for him.

  She knew, of course that he was fast approaching the letter she needed him most to read. She knew the moment he read of her pregnancy. His face was full of wonder and disbelief. He dropped the book to the ground and just stared at her for some sort of explanation. She picked up the book and opened it to the page that she knew so well and began to read aloud:

  “I wish that these words would truly reach you, because there is so much that I need you to know. I cannot sugar coat the news. I'm pregnant. I don't know if the news would please you or not. I like to think that it would. Knowing how you love me, it seems impossible to me that you wouldn't be happy to learn that a life has been created through that love.

  Perhaps it's better that I cannot tell you this directly. I know the news would compel you to return to me and I don't want your hand to be forced. When you do return to my side, I want it to be because you chose to. Don't worry. I can take care of myself and this baby.”

  “You were pregnant?” he finally asked when he was in possession enough of his senses to form words. It all seemed like a dream, like too much to hope for that he finally had a family that was truly his own.

  “Yes, it's all in there. If you came back, I wanted you to be able to know everything that happened. I wanted you to be able to experience it with me,” she said, smiling as she thought about her sweet son.

  “Tell me about the child, our child,” he said in awe.

  “You have a son. His name is Brian,” she said, her own emotions making it hard for her to continue.

  “You named him Brian?” he asked, thinking of his eldest brother. He had always told himself that if he had a son, he would name him for Brian, though he had no idea how Savannah could have known that.

  “You spoke of your brothers so often in your letters. I know how much they mean to you. I wanted our son to have something from your family to carry with him through his life. I hope you don't mind. It seemed as though Brian was the closest to you and I like the name. It's strong, as I knew our son would be,” she said, laying her head upon his shoulder as she spoke.

  “I couldn't have chosen a better name,” he said, his voice rough with emotion.

  “I'm glad,” she whispered, pressing her lips to his bare skin and kissing him gently.

  “How can you not hate me?” he asked, looking as if he was going to be ill.

  “Hate you?” she asked. “I could never hate you. I love you.”

  “But I left you alone to face this. I abandoned you and our son. I'm no better than my own family,” he said, clearly blaming himself and hating himself for what had happened.

  “Stop that,” she said, taking his hand in hers. “I will not let you feel anything but happy about this. I wasn't alone. Read the journal. Read every bit of it. I have never been alone and I was never without you. My family stood by me and your letters kept me connected to you. I read them to Brian when he was in my stomach and I still read them to him now. He knows your words and I know your heart. You might not have known about him, but we have been a family from the start,” she said, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

  “You wrote it all down?” he asked plucking the book from her hands again.

  “Yes. It was the closest that I could come to talking to you about everything,” she said, not saddened by the fact. She knew their story was an unconventional one, but that didn't make their love any less real or pure.

  “Can I see a picture of him?” he asked, suddenly consumed with the desire to truly know his son as he had never known his own father.

  “Of course,” she said, crossing the room to grab her bag. After the baby was born, her mother had given her a small photo album and explained that it was every mother’s right to brag about her baby at all times, even to perfect strangers. Savannah had laughed it off at the time, but soon after she had filled nearly every page with an image of her Brian that proved he was the cutest baby ever to live. She never went anywhere without it and now she was even more glad that it was the case.

  She pulled the brag book from her bag and returned to her spot, handing it to him and lying again upon his chest as he flipped through the images. There was one with Brian the day he was born; another from the first time she had taken him out of the house and still another of him surrounded by her entire family. With each page he turned, she watched Jake’s face change and she knew that he was falling as deeply in love with their child as she was.

  “He is perfect,” he whispered as she stared at the photo that was Savannah’s favorite, one of the baby in her arms, sitting on her parent’s porch. Brian looked so happy, as though he was laughing without a care in the world. “May I have this one?” he asked as he ran his hand tentatively over the page.

  “Yes, of course,” she said without a second thought.

  “We really are a family,” she whispered, pressing his lips to her forehead. “Yes, we are. D
on't worry, though. I know that you cannot stay with me here. I understand and Brian will too. It does not mean that you will be any less a part of our lives.

  You will come when you can and we will make the best of what time we have,” she said, her words coming out quickly. It was the only way she could say the words. It tore at her heart to consider telling him to go, but she didn't want him to resent her or their son for taking him from his brothers and the life on the road that he had created with them.

  “You really think that I could leave you now?” he asked, looking almost angry with her.

  “You just said that you could only be here for a week. I understand. I'm just glad that you know about Brian now,” she said, smiling sadly.

  “I'm not going anywhere,” he said and it sounded more like a growl than words. Never in his life had he had a family of his own and the most primal parts of Jake would never allow him to leave her, not even for his brothers.

  “What about your brothers and the mysterious life of danger that told me you needed to keep me safe from? I'm not asking you to tell me what it is. I made you a promise. I just want you to think about what staying here will mean. You would be giving all that up,” she said, wanting desperately for him to choose her and the baby.

  “They are my family too. They will understand. I will be here for Brian and, if you will have me, I will be here for you,” he promised, lifting her hand gently to his lips and pressing a kiss on to her palm. “Do you still want me? I know that you love me, but I also know that you have a life here. Is that it? Do you not want me to stay?” he asked, looking hurt.

  “Not want you to stay?” she asked with a chuckle. “All I have wanted from the moment I walked out of this church without you was for you to return and promise to stay with me always. Even before I knew that I was pregnant, I knew that you were all I wanted for the rest of my life. If staying here will make you happy, then nothing would make me happier. I just don't want to steal your freedom from you,” she said, afraid to believe that he was truly going to stay with her and Brian.