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MILLIE
As Gio and I made our way down the long pier, our footsteps echoing, my surprise grew as we reached a sizable black-and-white yacht. It was far grander than what I had anticipated. Gio effortlessly guided our suitcases on board before assisting me up the gangplank.
A quizzical question escaped my lips, “You can actually operate this?”
Gio’s grin was infectious, “Absolutely. It’s like driving a car.”
I harbored some doubts about that analogy. Following his lead, we descended to the lower decks, a realm of opulent elegance. Portions of the ceiling were crafted from glass, allowing glimpses of the sky’s expanse. The decor spanned a palette from white to cream, occasionally punctuated by dark wooden accents. The common area and the dining space seemed tailored for no fewer than eight individuals. Our journey through this luxurious expanse concluded with the introduction of the master bedroom, replete with its own well-appointed en-suite. A king-sized bed stood adorned with a cream canopy, mirrors gracing the headboard and the apex of the canopy.
My steps led me toward the mirrors, my curiosity mingled with a touch of embarrassment. The reflections staring back at me evoked a complicated blend of emotions.
Gio’s arms were folded as he watched me, a smoldering hunger in his gaze. “Eager to see every inch of you from every angle when I’m deep inside you.”
A rush of warmth flooded my cheeks at his words. The concept of being observed in such an intimate manner, and worse, observing myself, made me uneasy.
Unfazed, Gio closed the distance between us, his fingers brushing against my cheek. “Still so innocent.”
His comment drew a puzzled frown from me. It wasn’t merely innocence that fueled my hesitation. I wasn’t particularly enthusiastic about subjecting my body to scrutiny from every unflattering perspective. “It’s not about innocence. I simply don’t know if I need such a comprehensive view of myself.”
Gio’s laughter filled the space between us. “Come on, Millie. Don’t tell me you’re self-conscious. I nearly took down the pilot, ground crew, and Alessandro with their staring, yet here you are, worried about your body.” He gestured in my direction.
“Appearances can be deceiving,” I replied, my voice tinged with uncertainty. “Others might not perceive my flaws, but that doesn’t mean they don’t exist.”
Laughter danced in Gio’s eyes once more. “You’re perfection personified, Millie. Trust me on that. I’ve seen countless women in their vulnerability, and every one of them would have traded half their worth to possess even a fraction of your beauty.”
“I think you should say that as my husband,” I told him, a trace of uncertainty lingering in my voice, though gradually, I felt my tension ebbing away despite the presence of the countless mirrors that surrounded us. Somehow, their reflecting gazes seemed less important now. After all, what did it truly matter if I wasn’t entirely content with the way I appeared? The paramount point was that Gio perceived me as beautiful and cherished me as such.
His fingers tenderly brushed my waist, and he leaned in, his lips grazing my earlobe as he spoke. His voice held a warm, husky undertone, “I’m not obligated to do anything, you know. It’s not about that. It’s the simple truth.” Unexpected comfort unfurled within me, like a sail catching the wind. A soothing assurance that his affection was genuine and unwavering.
A playful hint danced in his eyes, a spark of mischief. His touch was electric as he took a step closer, allowing his words to cascade over me, “Now, my love, why don’t we continue this discussion elsewhere? Unless you’d prefer I simply toss you onto the bed and give you a vivid demonstration of just how incredibly alluring you are to me.”
The idea wasn’t at all unappealing, and a mischievous grin tugged at the corners of my mouth, but I chose to follow him, curiosity mingling with anticipation. He led me, step by step, from the plush interiors of the yacht to its upper deck, and then further up to the elevated pilot’s cockpit. As we ascended, a sense of awe swelled within me, the initial nervousness giving way to sheer wonderment.
“Wow,” I breathed, the exclamation slipping out as I took in the panoramic view that unfolded before me. The vast expanse of the sea stretched out, meeting the horizon in a seamless blend of cerulean hues, and a gentle breeze tousled my hair.
Gio’s lips curled in an affectionate smirk, his gaze capturing my genuine amazement. “Hold on a moment,” he murmured, his steps carrying him away briefly as he attended to the technicalities. He returned, and his hands settled confidently on the steering wheel. With a purposeful turn, the engine rumbled to life, its vibrations palpable under my fingertips.
Fascination held me rapt as Gio’s fingers danced over an array of buttons and controls, his attention absorbed by a myriad of displays that were as foreign to me as a cryptic language. The set of his jaw, the furrow in his brow-these were testament to the concentration and skill he poured into this moment. With a gradual ease, he guided the yacht away from the safety of the harbor, out into the open waters that beckoned with endless possibilities.
A thrill coursed through me, the notion of adventure intertwined with his presence, his proficiency. His voice carried the excitement he felt as he shared, “We have the freedom to anchor wherever we desire, a private oasis awaiting us.” The concept took root in my mind, unfurling like a treasure map marked with unexplored destinations.
The prospect held an allure that extended beyond the breathtaking scenery. What resonated even more deeply was the idea of solitude, of being ensconced in a world where it was just him and me. In that moment, I couldn’t help but revel in the sensation of having his undivided attention, of being the focus of his desire amidst the vastness of the ocean that mirrored the boundlessness of our emotions.
GIO
I could sense Millie’s bubbling excitement at the idea of having the tranquil ocean and secluded beaches all to ourselves, a sentiment that resonated deeply with my own anticipations. The notion of exploring intimate moments with Millie amidst these serene surroundings filled my thoughts, igniting a fervent desire within me. Imagining our encounters on the beach, within the ocean’s embrace, upon the sun-drenched deck, and beneath the expanse of the grand mirror sent a surge of arousal through me, vividly illustrated by the growing hardness in my pants.
A slight crease formed on her forehead, a sign that her thoughts had taken a different tangent. Amusement tugged at me, a smirk that I struggled to suppress playing at the corners of my lips. “And what about sustenance?” she inquired.
Evidently, our musings hadn’t strayed along the same obscure pathways. I had to stifle a chuckle, the corners of my lips twitching. “I’ve made arrangements for my family to provision the fridge and cupboards with supplies,” I replied.
“But does that mean we have to cook?” Millie’s concern painted an endearing worry across her features, and the corner of my mouth curved upward.
Suppressing the laughter that danced at the back of my throat, I glanced at her. Her culinary talents were on par with my own, and she was certainly not cut from the cloth of traditional Italian homemakers.
“We might just wither away or fall victim to food poisoning,” she mused, shaking her head.
The worry etched in her expression pushed me closer to the edge of laughter, and I couldn’t contain it any longer. Laughter bubbled forth like a cascade. Truly, Millie’s cooking skills were comparable to my own – minimal at best, and far from the skills of the Italian matrons of yore.
“Rest assured, we’ll find a way to survive, especially when I’m only craving one particular thing,” I murmured, my voice dropping as I drew Millie closer, her body melding with mine.
“Only for now. Let’s see if you maintain that sentiment after a few days of meager fare,” she retorted, her proximity sending a jolt of desire coursing through me. As we sailed towards a diminutive bay, I guided the yacht to a gentle stop, anchoring it securely. Together, we ventured into the kitchen, our collaboration resulting in a hastily crafted green salad accompanied by ciabatta, pecorino cheese, olives, and Parma ham. With our makeshift feast in hand, we ascended to the sun-drenched deck, settling onto the lounge furniture just as the sun began its descent over the horizon, painting the sky with hues of gold and crimson.
A contented sigh escaped Millie’s lips. “This is absolutely incredible.”
Yet, amidst this picturesque scenery, the most astonishing sight was the golden halo that enveloped Millie’s head, an ethereal frame for her beauty. She munched on a piece of bread, her movements tinted with a certain self-consciousness. “You seem to be wearing an unusual expression,” she remarked.
Shaking my head, I partook in slices of ham, though my hunger for sustenance gradually transformed into a different kind of hunger. Setting the plate aside, I leaned in, slipping my hand beneath the hem of her dress. Millie’s lips curved, her bashfulness in seducing me yielding to a newfound confidence. Her eyes met mine more readily now. With a deliberate motion, I traced higher along the soft curve of her knee. Her gaze flitted over the surrounding cliffs.
“It’s just us,” I reassured, a commitment to ensuring our privacy. She set down her plate, inching closer, allowing my hand to journey further upward. Responding to the invitation, I ventured higher, my fingers grazing the delicate skin of her inner thigh. Soft sighs escaped her, her eyes kindling with desire as she reclined on her arms, head tilting back, a cascade of golden silk cascading down her shoulders, brushing against the supple leather of the lounge. Her beauty was beyond mere words.
Continuing my exploration, I brushed against her damp folds, my surprise evident even in the fading light. “No underwear?” I husked, my arousal palpable, my cock twitching in response.
Even in the dimness, her blush was discernible. “I discarded them before dinner.”
I let out an exasperated sigh, feeling a mixture of frustration and amazement. Damn, she was really getting the hang of this. My thumb glided over her clit, eliciting a responsive press against me as her hip twitched. Pushing aside the fabric of her dress with my other hand, I revealed her slender legs and her arousal. Taking a knee, I grasped her firm ass with both hands, pulling her closer to my waiting mouth.
Millie’s moans filled the air, a plea for more escaping her lips. It was almost enough to make me lose it right there. She wasn’t usually vocal about her desires, which made her current state of vocalization incredibly intoxicating. I was well aware of how much she enjoyed my oral ministrations, and the feeling was entirely mutual. In the past, I had often opted for more straightforward approaches in bed, opting for intense penetration or receiving oral, but with Millie, having her in this moment was like being in paradise. The memory of the first time I had tasted her still etched vividly in my mind.
With my lips and tongue, I lavished attention upon her, waiting until she was on the edge before slipping a finger inside her, just as she preferred. One finger was all it took to tip her over the precipice while I continued to tease her clit with my lips. Her cry of pleasure was like a sweet melody, a reward for both of us. Her taste, a unique blend of desire and satisfaction, was something I couldn’t get enough of.