DEAN'S POV
"Good morning wife." I whispered nuzzling into my girl's neck.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her back splaying my hands on her flat stomach.
"Good morning husband." She replied caressing my arm.
I would never tire of hearing her call me that or calling her my wife.
My waridi.
"What's for breakfast?" I asked noticing all the ingredients spread across the kitchen island.
"I'd say me but after last night, I don't want you anywhere near my vagina." River grumbled.
"I didn't hear you complaining." I replied kissing the soft skin under her ear.
She melted into my arms, her fingers going lax on the knife she was using to chop up some bananas.
"That's because you are very convincing. Case and point." River remarked when my hands wandered under the shirt she was wearing to get to her boobs.
It's not my fault that she chose to cook breakfast wearing nothing but my shirt. River in my clothes was an aphrodisiac on its own.
Ever since River and I came back from the honeymoon two weeks ago we hadn't left the house except to collect what we ordered online from the gate. We spent our days sleeping, eating, enjoying the facilities of our new house like the swimming pool and of course fucking like rabbits. It was the best make-over honeymoon ever.
We had given Jomo and Wangeci that time off to enjoy with their family so we could be alone together.
"Dean." River moaned arching her back into my torso.
"Yes baby." I mumbled leaving a hickey on her already thoroughly marked neck.
I loved how her pale skin bore marks of our pleasurable endeavors. River wasn't so innocent either as my back was riddled with scratch marks from her nails. My wife was a vixen in bed and I loved it.
"Breakfast." She moaned breathlessly.
I pinched her nipples making her mewl in pleasure.
Knowing she was sore and couldn't handle more, I stepped back releasing her from my hold.
River turned to me with a scowl hating the absence of my touch yet we both knew we couldn't get naughty.
"Need help?" I asked giving her one of my dashing smiles.
"Sure, you can make the orange juice. If we don't eat them today, they'll go bad." River instructed.
"So bossy, I like it." I teased retrieving the oranges from the fruit bowl in the middle of the kitchen island.
We worked together, messing around as we made breakfast like we did with every meal we'd had since we moved in.
"Good job on making breakfast wife." I praised River as we sat down to eat.
"Thank you and you did well on the juice as well." She retorted with a proud smirk.
"I did my best." I praised knowing she was mocking me.
I'd barely done anything as the juicer had done all the work for me.
River had made banana pancakes, sausages, scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast. We washed it down with the juice I'd made since there wasn't milk for Chai and River didn't like tea without milk.
"We really need to leave the house and go shopping." River commented eyeing the breakfast we had barely managed to put together.
We had been holed up in the house for a fortnight and unless we wanted to starve, we had to leave.
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WARIDI ✔️
FantasíaRiver, the Italian Mafia princess runs away from home after finding out she's being married off to the son of the head of the Russian mafia in order to unite the two families. She ends up in Kenya, a third world country where she meets Dean, a taxi...