“Good, we’ll be passing it on to our children one day when we’re old and grey.”
“Speak for yourself, they sell hair dye for a reason, buddy.” She winked and earned a kiss.
I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. I had to touch her every damn chance I got. My need was obsessive. “Fine, it does not matter. You will always be beautiful to me.”
“You’re going to make me fall in love with you.”
“Good. That is the plan.” Taking her hand in mine, we left the house and drove down to the winery just past the vineyards. We entered the restaurant through the main entrance so Isabella could get the feel of the place. “Amore, this will all be yours soon.”
“No, it won’t.”
“It will be ours,” I relented which seemed to appease her.
“Buongiorno, Signore DiMarco,” Santorini said, trying to hide the surprise of seeing me with a woman. He ran the restaurant and winery for me and was the best manager any owner could ask for.
“Buongiorno. My fiancé and I will be taking a tour.” He nodded and we walked through the main dining area as I described a typical day. Moving into the back, I showed the four dozen aged oak barrels we used for our wine.
“How many gallons does each barrel hold?”
“They hold sixty. We have ten oak barrels per year more or less depending on the yield of grapes.” I walked her around, showing her the dates stamped into the barrels. She ran her hand along the wood as she followed me. “We allow the wine time to age for no less than eighteen months, some we have aged for six years. Only half the barrels are used from each year so that some will be older when bottled.”
“It sounds so interesting.”
“Thank you. I want you to take in as much as you can about our future. Can you see yourself living here?” I slid my arms around her waist and pulled her to me,
She looked up at me with a soft, genuinely sweet smile. “I can see myself anywhere you are.”
“Good. Because that’s the way that it should be,” I whispered, dipping my head to taste her lips.
“What if I’d said no?” she questioned with a sass that deserved a slap on her pert, round ass.
“Then I’d convince you to stay. If that didn’t work, I’d tie you to the bed or handcuff you to me.”
Her eyes widened in shock and I thought I pushed her too far, but then she smirked and added, “Shit, I think I’d like to change my answer.”
“Too late, amore, but I’ll still take pleasure in convincing you to give me everything—including your heart.” I knew she wasn’t ready to profess her love and I wasn’t sure I’d believe her even though I was certain that I’d been struck by love the second she pushed the doors open.
I flipped her around and pressed her up against the rack of barrels, covering her with my own body. “What I’d like to do to you right here,” I whispered in her ear.
“What is that?”
“I’ll save it for when the winery is closed because the thought of anyone else hearing you scream as you come is unacceptable, but I will tell you this. I’m going to bend you over one of these barrels, eat your pussy then slam into you repeatedly until the wine is blessed with our cries of passion.
“Then maybe we should get back to the house so you can do your convincing thoroughly.”
“That my dear is exactly what I’m going to do.”
We skipped the meal because she wanted my cock deep in her and fuck if I’d pass that up for food. The winery and restaurant was ours forever. We had to get in all the orgasms we could before the babies came and made it hard to fuck any time we wanted.
Chapter Eight
Isabella
We only made it inside the door before he had me pinned to the wall, flipping my skirt over my back, and pumping two fingers into my folds until I coated them. The sound of his zipper sliding down sent another round of juices to my aching heat. I wanted him in me, and I didn’t have to wait long. Picking me up, he lined his cock with my entrance and slammed into me. I pressed my face to the front door, absorbing each slide of his meat banging my insides. “Alessandro,” I said, purring his name like a cat wanting to be petted. He reached around and rubbed his thumb against my clit. My knees locked as I clenched around his shaft.
“Say it again, amore. Call out the man who’d do anything for you.”
“Alessandro, please. Give it to me. I’m so close to coming.”
“Stay with me forever.” He spanked my pussy and I came hard. “Yes. Yes. Alessandro.”