This is Part II of a series. Please search back for "Maryse - Part 1" to catch up before reading this.
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The pent-up passion of two people released in a frenzy of sucking, nibbling, licking and stroking was enough for my exhausted body. I watched Maryse as she slept, her sweet lips slightly parted and her breathing deep and regular; the sign of total comfort. Her eyelashes twitched occasionally, and I could see the rapid movement of her eyes under her eyelids. I smiled, put my arms around her, pulled her in tight and closed my eyes. Soon I was fast asleep -- and dreaming.
She wore a flowing white silk nightgown, a Valentine's Day gift from the previous February. Her long, tanned legs glistened in the morning sunrise as she glided onto the balcony, overlooking the Mediterranean. She held out her arms as if to embrace the sea, stretched up on her toes, and tensed all the muscles in her body. She let out a giant yawn, turned on her heels, and came back inside.
"Good morning honey," she said to me. "Sleep well?"
"Like a baby," I replied. I certainly felt relaxed.
Anna moved towards me, put her hands on my cheeks, looked deep into my eyes, and kissed me.
"Peanut butter! Will you make me a sandwich, too?"
Anything for my darling Anna. She floated out of the kitchen and disappeared up the stairs, surely to start getting washed up. I threw some bread in the toaster, sat back at the table, and perused the sports scores from back home in the States. The toast popped up after a couple of minutes, so I grabbed a plate, the peanut butter and a knife, and got to work. I poured her a glass of milk, put the coffee on, and set her place at the table.
"Anna sweetheart!" I called out. "Breakfast is ready!"
No response. Perhaps the water was still running and she couldn't hear me. I made my way over to the stairs and called up again. After waiting for an answer, I tilted my head and listened. There was a distinct, continuous, low-pitched sound, like an energetic lawn mower, emanating from behind the bedroom door. Curious, I climbed the stairs and stopped outside our bedroom. I pushed the door open gently, and saw my beautiful young bride lying on the bed, squirming every which way, clearly oblivious to her surroundings, with her nightgown bunched up around her waist and a lipstick-shaped sleek silver vibrator pressed against her clit. My cock immediately jumped to attention and my mouth started watering. I inched towards the bed, my wife unaware of my presence, and sat down beside her. The shifting of the bed caught Anna by surprise, and she looked up with a start. When she saw the excited expression on my face, she grinned, and pulled me on top of her.
"Sorry baby, I just feel so alive with the sea so close!" was her excuse, though I needed no explanation.
"Anna-angel, you are by far the most beautiful woman in the world, and I want to watch you cum until your head spins." I may have been an expert in Sicilian love poetry, but I certainly wasn't very eloquent when it came to my own romantic life!
I put my hand on hers, and helped guide the vibrator up and down, a sawing motion in her slit, rubbing over her hot clit. Anna let out a shaky breath, and drew my hand and the vibrator away.