Page 61 of The Rocker

Her fingers danced up my side and settled high on my chest. “Do you love it here?”

“I love anywhere you are, but yes, I love it here. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have agreed to buy a second home in Oia when we could buy one anywhere in the world. This place is like living in a whole different world.”

Pen sat up and rested her forehead to mine. For a long moment, she traced her fingertips over the plains of my face as she stared into my soul. The love I saw radiating back at me took my breath away.

“Did you ever picture your success ever being anything close to this big? For everyone to know your name and sing your songs?”

“No, but I also could never imagine finding someone who would make me settle down and never look at another woman again. If it wasn’t for you, none of this would be possible.”

Our second album, Corrupt Heartache, went platinum after only two weeks of being released. Even though it felt like it damn near killed me, being away from Pen inspired some of the best music I’ve ever written. Cristiano firing Pen, and therefore us, was the next best thing. We had labels coming out of the woodwork for a chance to work with us. We took our time and found the label that we knew we’d be with forever. KWR was now our family. They made working with them the best experience, and they loved Pen as our manager.

Moving to straddle my legs, Pen fluffed out her skirt around us as she reached inside the waistband of my athletic shorts. “I love how you give me so much credit, but I think your sexy voice and the words you write have a lot to do with it.”

“And I love what you have in mind right now.” I pushed up into her hand as she started to slowly move it up and down my shaft.

“Before our guests arrive tomorrow, I figured we should christen the balcony and maybe a few more places. What do you say?” She nipped along my jaw and up to my ear. “Are you up for the challenge?”

“You know I’m always up for fucking you.” Leaning my head back against the cushion, I slid my hands up her legs and under her skirt to find my wife without any panties on. Sliding my finger through her folds, I ran my tongue along the shell of her ear. “How long have you been bare under here?”

“Not for long. I took my thong off right before I came out here.” She ran my cock through her slickness before lining me up at her entrance and slowly sank down.

“Fuck, Penny, you feel so damn good. This is my heaven. The place I want to be for the rest of my days.” I pushed my hips up to meet hers, making my pelvis connect with her clit.

Putting her hands on my shoulders, Pen arched her back. Her face lit up by the fading sun that was slowly sinking below the horizon. She rose up and down and circled her hips as I ran my hand up her flowy top and cupped one breast and then the other. Pen arched further into me, riding me like there was no tomorrow.

Pulling her skirt up, I watched the way her pussy took every inch of me and sucked me back in time after time. I wasn’t sure if there was anything more erotic than that sight.

“Walker,” she whispered my name as her walls started to flutter around me. Her hands came to my shoulders as she started to chase her release. I knew exactly what she needed to bring her over the edge. Pushing the fabric of her shirt out of the way, I swirled my tongue around a tight pink bud as my thumb made slow circles on her clit. One touch and she started to clench around me until all there was, was her cunt milking my cock. Her fingers dug into my shoulders and back as Pen fell apart around me, and I quickly followed behind her.

Pen collapsed on top of me. Her forehead pressed to mine, and our panted breaths tangled together. “I think sex is better in Greece.”

Kissing the side of her mouth, I chuckled. “I think I have to agree. Maybe we should move here permanently, and I can spend all my time inside of you.”

Rolling her forehead on mine, she grinned. “How about you settle for the next…” she looked at the dwindling light and then back at me. “Twelve or so hours?”

“Hmmm,” I stood up. Pen’s legs wrapped around my waist. “Where do you think we should christen next?”

Turning to look inside the house, Pen tilted her head to the side. “How about the kitchen?”

“Wherever you want, Mrs. Pierce.” I walked inside and directly to the kitchen, where I sat her on the kitchen island and spread her legs wide.

“You know it never gets old hearing you say that or seeing my ring on your finger.” I lifted her left hand to my mouth and kissed the back of her hand.

Pulling her shirt over her head, Pen then lifted her skirt, exposing herself to me once again. I ran my thumb over her slick lips, watching as my cum slowly seeped out.

Getting on my knees, I ran my nose up her inner thigh. “You’re gorgeous everywhere. Have I told you that before?”

“Maybe a time or ten, but I never get tired of hearing it. The amazing person you are and way you look at me makes me love you more with each passing day.”

“You make it easy when I’m around you. You bring out all the goodness in me as well as move me, heart, body, and soul.”

Using her feet, she pushed my shorts down until they slipped and hit the floor. “When you say words like that, they take my breath away.”

My mouth claimed hers in a searing kiss. When we finally pulled away, I ran my hand through her hair and tugged. “I only speak the truth of how you make me feel.”

“If you’re so inspired, maybe you should write a song about it,” she giggled and then moaned as I ran the pad of my thumb over her sensitive nub.

“I have a feeling both you and this place will inspire many more songs to come. In the meantime, why don’t you lean back and let me show you how much?”

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