It was a beautiful dawn over Burlone, as it often was during the hot Mediterranean summers in the small town.
Liliana Falzone, the newly-minted lady of one of the great houses in their little corner of the Italian peninsula, stirred as the sunlight streamed through the thick curtains on their bedroom windows, dancing on the breeze that blew through the opening they left the night before as to relieve the heat.
Her body ached slightly, the good kind of pain, of waking up after a long night of celebration. If the woman was to be honest, she wanted to remain in bed until high hours in the afternoon, but her industrious spirit would not let her keep still, so she prepares to get up and busy with breakfast preparations. She had, indeed, an army to feed every morning from now on, and she was excited to begin.
It was then when she felt a tug on the sheets. As the blonde woman looked to her side on the wide bed, she noticed that Dante was still asleep. Usually, her newly-wedded husband was the first to awaken, always busy with something, with a very restless sleep, ready to get up to his feet, pick up a gun and shoot an assailant.
Needless to say, it was hard for the wife to see him sleeping in such earnest and vulnerable manner and it probably would not be long before he rose. He looked so peaceful and content. If he was dreaming, Lili hoped the dream was a happy one.
His platinum blond hair was tousled against the pillow, the cowlick that often fell to his eyes while working was now standing up on an angle, and his chin was soiled with dry saliva. A soft snore was heard in the rhythm of his breathing.
Lili could not resist reaching over and gently stroking his soft, silky locks. She then lowered her hand and pulled back the blanket. Before going to sleep, they had consummated their union, of course, and after a lot of consummation, they were both so tired, every bedtime ritual had to be forsaken. Dante, like herself, was completely naked underneath the modest bedsheets.
A smile graced her features as her emerald green eyes travelled down his taut body, taking in his broad chest and toned abdominal muscles. As she looked lower, she could see that even though he was sleeping, he nevertheless was rising early. As expected from a virile man.
All that observation was rising a heat on her own stomach, and it so fomented a wicked idea.
Lili moved downward and lowered her head, careful not to let her long hair touch his skin, lest he woke up before she had a chance to put her plans in motion, and then took his length into her mouth.
As she began sucking, Dante's violet eyes fluttered open. His body tensed up, and the wife thought briefly he would pull back or push her away in surprise, but he soon relaxed once more, while smiling softly.
As to keep pace, Lili pulled back and grinned naughtly, then began licking his shaft. She flicked her tongue back and forth across the tip, then took him all the way in once again.
As she moved her mouth up and down, she caressed his balls, as he had asked her to do in other opportunities. As she knew he very much preferred. When he began to moan softly, she increased the pace of her movements, to gauge the final reaction out of him.
"Good God, Lili!" He cried out as he climaxed.
Once the kingpin had had his release with as much readiness as he can possibly muster, she pulled back and swallowed, placing her hands softly on her lips as to make sure there was nothing left there, and then once more lay down lazily beside Dante.
He passed her a goblet of water, probably stale from laying untouched throughout the night on the jar, and pulled her close enough to feel her flushed heat against his midsection.
As the woman finished drinking her water and cleaning her throat, the husband kissed her adoringly, as if her lips held the sort of blessing both of them were destined to protect. He, then, looked into the depths of her eyes, gazing upon her millennial soul.
"What a way to wake up." He smiled. "How about I return the favour?"
"I would love that very much." She told him.
He kissed her again, then began moving lower, through her slender neck and collarbone. He kissed her breasts, then took each of her nipples into his mouth, making sure his attention was evenly and patiently split between the two. As he feels the slight metal coldness of the ring which he had placed on Lili's left hand yesterday tugging on his hair, Dante knew it was time to move on.
The husband, then, kissed his way down her stomach. He lowered his head and kissed her inner thighs. As his tongue found her clit, she reached downward and placed her other hand on his head, running her ten fingers through his hair, as if to keep balance even while laying down. Her head begin to feel faint and her breath turns shallow.
As he licked and sucked, he inserted a finger inside her and began moving it in and out, then added another one. She felt the heat rising within her, growing hotter, until it exploded through her body, and she cried out loudly, clutching at his soft hair.
Soon Dante was by her side once again, looking at her tenderly. "I love you, Lili."
"I love you too, Dante." She took him into her arms, and they lay in bed and cuddled before getting up to start their day, and the first item on their to-do list was to set up some ground rules for the household.
The help was absolutely forbidden to enter the room without explicit authorization from that morning on.
