Chapter 10

Santorini was an absolutely beautiful country.

The past couple of days, Jacob and I had explored so many parts of it and indulged in so much of the culture. Aside from the ATV tour, we'd gone back to the vineyards, we'd spent ample time on the beaches, and we'd gone shopping in Fira, the capital and main shopping center.

At night, we ventured off to see what the nightlife would bring. I loved dancing, so we hit many of the bars and nightclubs, staying out until the wee hours of the morning. The locals were so friendly. At one point during a night out, an older gentleman who looked about seventy and his wife approached our table just as we sat down to catch our breaths.

"Excuse me," he said with a smile. He bowed respectfully. "My name is Ermis and this is my wife, Cora. We were just saying what a beautiful couple you two are."

I blushed. "Thank you."

"Is this your first trip to the island?"

"Actually, it's our honeymoon," Jacob answered.

Cora beamed with excitement. "Oh, that's beautiful! Congratulations to you two!"

"Thank you," Jacob and I said in unison.

Ermis reached for my hand. "May I dance with your beautiful bride? In our culture, we celebrate weddings by letting the bride take the lead and show off her dancing skills. Your wife has quite the rhythm."

Jacob nodded in agreement. "She's certainly danced circles around me all night. If she's okay with it, be my guest."

I smiled as I slipped my hand in his. "I'd love to dance with you Mr. Ermis."

He was all smiles as he led me to the dance floor. I looked back to see Cora reaching for Jacob's hand. He happily obliged her. When I say, they gave us a run for our money that night! We must have danced to about four songs with them before they got ready to leave. To say they were up in age, they moved very limber.

Mr. Ermis told me they went dancing every Friday night and had been doing so for the last forty years. I couldn't help but smile as we watched them leave. I aspired to have a long-lasting marriage where I could still have fun with my husband doing the things we both loved.

When I pictured a honeymoon, this wasn't in the cards. He committed to making one of my dreams come true without ever knowing me. In my eyes, it was a true testament of his character.

Over the days, I found myself staring at him… admiring him. Sure, he was handsome as hell. But I was learning that my husband was an honest, true, and genuine man… at least from what I had seen so far. He was a good spirit. Even if his parents didn't give a great first impression, I could only hope that he was this way because of how they raised him.

I prayed that, eventually, we could all be one big happy family. There were three types of families: the one you were born into, the one you found, and the one you married into. I didn't want to have discourse in any of those. We only had two days left, and I wanted to spend them relaxing.

Today, we were going on a private day cruise. It was just us, and our meal was included along with a snorkeling experience. I'd gone through so many bikinis on this trip. Every time Jacob saw me in one, it was like the first time all over again. He got this big, goofy grin on his face, and his eyes trailed my frame from head to toe.

He had to turn me from side to side so he could observe me from every angle. I couldn't lie and say that his attraction and appreciation of my body didn't boost my ego. Every time he admired me, I blushed.

Today, I was wearing a sparkly bikini with hot pink trimmings, and matching thong sandals. Since we were going to be in the sun most of the day, I put on my oversized, woven hat. As I grabbed my beach bag and my cover-up, a smirk crossed my face. Forgoing putting the cover-up on right away, I decided to walk out front just as I was.

Jacob was standing at the sink, drinking a bottle of water and scrolling on his phone.

"You ready?" he asked without looking up.

"Yes. What do you think?"

He slipped his phone in his pocket and looked up as he went to take a sip of water. When he saw me, his eyes widened, and he gripped the bottle so hard that water went everywhere.

"Shit!" he exclaimed.

I laughed as he grabbed a towel to dry off with.

"You didn't have to do me like that, babe," he said, grinning.

"What did I do? I only asked what you thought of my bikini."

I sauntered over to where he stood, dabbing his chest with the towel.

"You got me all wet," he said, his eyes trailing me.

"It's not the first time."

He smirked as he lifted me from the floor and placed me on the countertop.

"You got jokes, huh?"

"I have facts. If I recall, I wet you up last night."

"You did."

He stepped between my legs and rested his hands on either side of me. Leaning in, he dropped a nasty kiss on my lips. Our tongues intertwined in a battle for dominance that I had no problem losing. His kisses had the power to make me submit to him every time. When our lips finally parted, he peered down at me.

"You look beautiful as always. I'm thinking we need a house with a pool so I can see you like this at home."

I giggled. "I have a feeling if you had to see me like this all the time, that baby we were waiting on might come sooner rather than later."

"You're right, cause if I pull these bottoms to the side, I'm not letting up."

I shook my head. "Are you ready to go, sir?"

"You're asking like I wasn't waiting on you."

"Touché, touché."

He lifted me from the counter and placed me back on my feet. I finally pulled my coverup on, much to his dismay. With bags in hand, we exited the villa and met our car out front. The ride to the boat dock only took about ten minutes. Hand in hand, we strolled down the docks to board the boat. The captain was waiting to greet us with a smile.

"Good morning! You must be Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell!"

He extended a hand to Jacob and shook it, then reached for mine and kissed it.

"Welcome to The Voyager. My name is Antonio. I'll be your guide for today. Is this your first time in Santorini?"

I nodded. "It's our honeymoon."

"Honeymoon! Beautiful! Congratulations. It's my pleasure to be of service to you today. Come let me show you around before we get ready to leave."

Jacob helped me onto the boat before climbing on himself. Antonio led us below deck, where we were met with an assortment of fruits, meats, cheeses, and a bottle of wine for our consumption. He introduced us to the rest of the crew then pointed out the life vests and gave safety measures before heading back up top to get ready to take off.

I quickly poured us each a glass of wine while Jacob plated us a little of everything before we headed back up to the deck. At the front of the boat was a sundeck already outfitted with a blanket. Jacob took a seat as I took off my coverup. I got the surprise of my life when I felt his teeth sink into my ass cheek.

"Ouch!" I shrieked, giggling uncontrollably. I looked back to find him grinning.

"My bad, baby. The intrusive thoughts won."

I playfully mushed his head and took off my hat as he pulled me down between his legs. He reached in my bag and pulled out my sunscreen. Squirting some into his hands, he commenced massaging it into my skin. A smile of contentment played on my face as his hands rubbed all over me. When he was finished, he kissed my shoulder and wrapped his arms around me.

The boat slowly pulled away from the docks, and we made our way out to sea. The cool breeze eased the heat from the sun and caused my hair to blow in the wind.

"Do you ever wear your natural hair?" Jacob asked. "Not that this isn't beautiful. I'm just curious."

"I do. I typically get a sew-in or braids for special occasions and vacations just so I don't have to manipulate my hair too much. I stay away from wigs, though. I've seen too many women walking around with bald ass edges from trying to lay that shit down."

He chuckled. "I can't lie and say I wouldn't talk about your edges if they were bald."

I playfully smacked him. "For better or worse, right? You promised to love me, bald edges and all."

"You're right. I'll just get Jess to hook you up. She's dragged me in the beauty supply store one too many times, and I saw they have these edges you can put on like temporary tattoo?—"

"You're done! Temporary edges, Jacob!"

He laughed loudly. "I'm joking. Now that I would clown you about."

"I'd clown my damn self."

I relaxed in his arms as we looked out at the open sea. It was such a beautiful sight to behold. For the longest time, we sat on the sundeck, soaking up the rays, talking and feeding each other the snacks we'd brought up from below.

Before long, we were stopping to partake in the snorkeling experience. It was my first time, so I was super excited. We geared up and listened to the instructors' rules before grabbing hands and jumping into the water. It was crystal clear, and that only heightened the experience.

We saw so many sea creatures and even got to touch a few. I almost wished I had a waterproof camera so I could capture the moment. Still, this was a memory that I would never forget. This entire honeymoon was something I'd never forget.

I wasn't sure what it was, but something told me that life as Mrs. Jacob Mitchell was going to be a grand affair.

Today wasour last day in Santorini, and I was a little sad that we were leaving in the morning. The good thing was, this wasn't some vacation fling. I got to go home with this man and begin a whole new adventure. If this week had shown me anything, it showed me a glimpse of the soft life.

I could get used to that.

Today, we decided to lounge around the villa and simply enjoy each other's company. We'd been in the midst of people all week long and just wanted a full day to ourselves. The day started with him waking me up with his head between my legs. I just knew whoever was staying next door heard me calling to the heavens because that man's mouth was lethal.

After a much-needed shower, we migrated into the kitchen and cooked breakfast together. Aside from eating, we'd spent the day lounging around in the pool and laying out on the couch watching throwback movies. My heart was so full, and I couldn't stop smiling.

"What do you think is waiting for us back home?" I asked.

We were sitting in the living room. I sat straddling his lap and playing in his locs as he massaged my thighs.

"I don't know. I do know I need to speak with my parents. I've never spoken to them the way I did at the wedding. I'll apologize for that, but they need to know that I don't take back anything I said."

"I'm sure my parents are furious about that, too. I don't think you have anything to apologize for. You said what you said, and you weren't nasty about it."

"I know. I'd just rather clear the air and make peace… well, as much as possible."

"I feel that." I sighed heavily. "I have to come clean to my best friend. She's gonna curse me out for not telling her anything."

"Why didn't you?"

"I'd already faced so much judgment from my family. I didn't want it from my friends too. She's called me several times on this trip. My inbox is full of unopened texts from her that I can't bring myself to open. I know she's seen the pictures, and I know she's probably hurt."

"How long have you been friends?"

"Since college."

"Do you think she would have been there for you?"

"She would have. I can't say what her mouth would have been like. Myra has always been brutally honest. It's not in a way that's meant to hurt your feelings, but more of her telling you what you need to hear. I didn't want anybody trying to talk me out of my decision or make me second guess myself."

He looked at me curiously. "Did you ever have second thoughts before we were matched?"

"A few times, I wondered if I was making a mistake. Then I remembered that I asked God for this. I asked Him to bless me with a good man throughout this process and I had to trust that He had me covered. What about you? Did you have second thoughts?"

"For a second, I thought I was jumping the gun a few weeks after my interview. I looked at my bank statement and saw the charge for the services. I sat there thinking, damn, I'm really paying someone to find me a wife. Then, I thought about the process and all it entailed with matching me with someone I was compatible with. Like you, I prayed about it and trusted God. I'd never prayed for a wife before so I trusted that he wouldn't send anybody that wasn't for me."

He looked up at me and stared quietly for the longest time. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but when he smiled, I knew it wasn't bad.

"How do you feel now… after this week?"

I blushed. "So far, I feel like my prayers have been answered. I can see myself falling hard for you, Jacob. My heart tells me that you may be my greatest love story, and I can't wait to write these chapters with you."

Cupping my face, he pulled my head to his and kissed me softly yet ravishingly. His kisses sent a throbbing sensation directly to my middle. My hands slipped under his shirt to pull it off. He did the same with mine and tossed it aside. As we kissed, his fingers fumbled with the clasp of my bra.

When he finally got it undone, he pulled the strap from my shoulders and pulled the lacy fabric off. His lips immediately went to my nipples, and my hands went to the back of his head. My head dropped back as he suckled the sensitive buds.

"Jacob…"

I moaned breathlessly as he devoured them for his pleasure as well as mine. His mouth never freed them as he worked his sweats and boxers down over his hips. I was left in nothing but the thong I wore beneath the oversized t-shirt. This fabric did nothing to conceal the feeling of his dick pressed against my mound.

My hips rocked back and forth, causing the most pleasurable friction against the barrier between us. The more I rocked, the harder he became. The harder he became, the wetter my pussy grew for him.

I reached between us and stroked his big, beautiful dick as I continued to feed him my nipples.

"I need you…" I whined helplessly. "Please…"

He pulled my thong aside and lifted me, placing his magnificent rod at my entrance. Mutual moans of satisfaction expelled from our lips as he eased me down onto him. Our eyes connected, and I couldn't force myself to look away from him as I rode him slowly.

"Shit, Kay…" he grumbled. "What are you doing to me, woman?"

"My wifely duties," I answered, contracting my muscles. "Oooo… shit!"

"You feel so fucking good to me, baby. You telling me this is all mine?"

I nodded as I gripped the back of his head. "All yours, baby."

His hands gripped my cheeks and spread them, giving him full access as he thrust into me from below. Lust-filled moans filled the space between us. Everything about this moment was so intense. From the way he filled me with every inch of him to the eye contact. When he looked at me, it was like he was peering into my soul.

I couldn't take it. I closed my eyes, but the sound of his voice coaxed them to open again.

"Look at me, baby," he commanded.

I peered down at him. Even though my movements slowed, his never let up.

"Don't ever close your eyes when I'm making love to you. I need to see you. I need to know without a doubt that I'm pleasing you the way you need to be pleased."

He flipped me over onto my back on the couch, his strokes never wavering. I wrapped my legs around his waist, using my feet to pull him in deeper. His mouth went to my neck, and he sucked on the sensitive flesh of my hot spot.

"Shit, you're so wet!" he declared. "Tell me it's as good for you as it is for me."

"It's so good… So. Fucking. Good! Oh my God!"

His strokes deepened, and his pace quickened. The way he rolled his hips had his dick touching my cervix while his stomach grazed my clit with every thrust. I clung to him, panting heavily.

"Jay… Jacob!"

"Fuck, I love the way you say my name. Say it again."

"Jacob! I'm gonna cum… you're gonna make me cum!"

My nails dug into his flesh as tears of pure ecstasy spilled from my eyes. I gasped for every breath he stole from me as the muscles of my stomach tightened. My walls contracted around his length before the most earth-shattering orgasm ripped through me.

"Fuck! Yes… yes! Oh God!"

With a final thrust, his seed spilled into me. I clung to him, in full-blown tears at this point. He didn't say anything. He simply palmed my face and kissed them away. When his lips reached mine, he kissed me softly, yet with so much passion. As I looked into his beautiful brown eyes, I knew falling for him would be inevitable.