| August |

Honeymoons were the best. No, seriously. The best.

After the wedding, we had spent the wedding night at a hotel, before waking up early the next morning for our honeymoon flight to Spain. Two whole weeks of traveling all across Spain, starting in Madrid with all the cultural sights and shopping, and ending in Barcelona with all the beaches and relaxation.

With Elana being babysat by Mia and Eli, Smurf and I had two whole weeks to ourselves for the first time ever since knowing each other, and I was deadset on not letting them go to waste. With Elana around back home, we always had to be vigilant and on guard, just in case she walked in on us in the act and saw something she definitely shouldn't. We never locked the doors since Elana couldn't call for help if she needed it. I always wanted her to have access to me anyway, but that meant we had always been cautious about sex when she was around.

But for the next two weeks, there was no one around to mind our manners for.

"Caleb!" Smurf squealed as I rolled on top of her and caught her with a grin. "They'll hear us next door! The cleaners are in there, I can hear the vacuum!"

"Smurf, we're in the honeymoon suite," I deadpanned at her. "They're used to hearing stuff from this room. Actually, I think they'll be shocked if they don't hear anything, so I say we make it a point to be as loud as possible and out-noise anyone who's ever been here before us. Matter of fact, can you scream my name once in a while? I'll look like a superhero once we walk out of here."

She slapped me upside the head, which only made me grin wider. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"And you're irresistible, you know that?" I murmured back, before burying my face into her neck and kissing her down her throat.

Smurf moaned softly and melted under my lips as they traveled further down, peppering kisses all over her fine, taut stomach. As ever, a whole week of eating tapas and Spanish food didn't show up on her tiny body, whereas me... well, I would probably need to hit the gym once we got home. Who knew bocadillos existed and how delicious they were?

But speaking of delicious...

"Caleb," Smurf gasped sharply when my mouth closed over her wet pussy, kissing it slowly before spreading her lower lips apart and licking her up her folds. Her body arched out and a strained moan left her lips. Looking up from between her legs, I saw her clasping a hand over her mouth to muffle her sounds. I couldn't help but smirk slowly.

That just wasn't going to work.

Sucking her clit into my mouth, I teased her nub, rolling her piercing against my tongue as I felt her thighs begin to quiver. Smurf whimpered desperately against her palm, squirming against me as she struggled to keep quiet. I used my fingers to slowly sink them inside her tight hole while keeping the pressure on her clit. Bending slightly inside her, I jerked my fingers fast and heard the squeak that left her mouth before her whole body started tightening up.

That's it, Smurf. Come right here against my mouth and let the cleaning crew hear it so they know you bagged yourself a sterling husband.

"Caleb!" She cried out and then spasmed around my head, locking her legs around me and twitching madly as she came apart. She sobbed into her palm, moaning helplessly when I teased her orgasm all the way to the point where she started to yank my hair to pull me away. "Too much, too much... f-fuck..."

I pulled away with a last lick, before licking my lips with a satisfied smirk. I was far from done, however. Smurf was still catching her breath, so she hardly noticed me rubbing my own length, feeling slickness drip from the tip.

Watching Smurf come was as surefire a way to get me ready as well as any foreplay could. Matter of fact, it was better. Seeing her get off was enough to almost get me there myself.

But not quite.

Pressing my tip to her entrance, I shifted on my knees and winced only slightly as my bad knee protested. I was too far gone in pleasure to worry or care about damaging my knee any further. Her pussy was wet, pink and still throbbing with the last of her orgasm, her clit so fucking beautiful and inviting. The little metal stud only made me groan lowly as I slowly sunk inside her and saw it glint at me as her pussy spread for me.

"Fuck!" Smurf bit into her lower lip and moaned with a shudder as I slowly pushed inside her, easing my length into her tight pussy. Didn't matter how many hours I dedicated to fucking her silly; she still remained as tight as the first time I fucked her on Mia's poor couch.

"Shit," I groaned lowly as I bottomed within her, feeling her fit around me like a glove, which was ironic, because I wasn't wearing one. Hadn't all honeymoon. A secret part of me was maybe hoping if I fucked her hard enough, she'd forget to take her birth control the next time. And that maybe, if I found just the right angle to fuck her in, I'd somehow sneak one of my soldiers in.

Didn't hurt to try, did it?

Pulling out and pushing back inside her slowly, I let myself sink down on top of her and wrapped my hand around her wrist, dragging it away from her mouth she still tried to silence. A moan immediately ripped from her lips the instance I pinned her hands to the mattress, braiding my own fingers with hers.

"I wanna hear you moan, Smurf," I groaned into her ear, just as I pushed inside her. She mewled quietly, as if still fighting her sounds. "I don't give a fuck about the cleaning crew. Let me hear you moan like I know you can. Better yet, let me fuck you so hard you can't hold back."

And with that, I thrust inside her hard, earning a loud moan from her as she melted beneath me, her back arching out. "Ah! Caleb!"

"That's right," I whispered, lowering my lips to hers; "Let me hear you scream, sweetcheeks."

I quickened my pace and ground my hips harder against hers. Smurf cried out and could do nothing but writhe beneath me as I pumped inside her furiously, drawing her moans out with every thrust I delivered. Her voice only grew louder the closer she got to her orgasm – her pussy tightening around me, letting me know it was coming soon.

"Caleb!" She screamed out and locked her legs around me, just as her mouth opened and released a moan. "F-fuck! Caleb! Caleb!"

That's it, Smurf. Get there. Come so hard and so loudly, they hear you all the way downstairs. Let them know how we hackers do it.

"Fuck," I gutturally groaned out when her pussy started to strangle my dick. My balls were about to burst, but I wanted to hold out for as long as possible. Seeing her so gone with pleasure was enough to chase my own orgasm away for another minute, while painstakingly gritting my teeth not to bust a nut. But goddamn, that was a struggle. Her pussy was milking me with every spasm from her orgasm, her insides gripping me tightly as I thrust madly inside her, not caring that my knee was killing me. This wasn't ending here. "Fuck!"

Smurf bowed out and screamed loudly as she came apart again, and that was it for me as well; Her core clenched me tightly and all but pulled the cum from my dick as I finally burst and felt myself release inside her. I groaned lowly and jerked inside her, twitching as I kept coming, spilling myself thoroughly inside her.

God, help a guy out. Let one find its way.

With a final jerk, I slowly pulled out of her, watching Smurf collapse onto the bed, completely spent. She was panting as heavily as I was, just as I plopped down next to her, wincing hard as my knee gave a sharp jolt of pain. I bit the curse down and instead chose to bask in the post-coital bliss.

Worth every second of pain.

"Holy shit," Smurf then panted, breathlessly. Her voice sounded hoarse from all her screaming, which made me smirk as she struggled to catch her breath. "That was..."

"They're gonna be talking about this one for years," I stated, seeing Smurf lift her brow in slight confusion. "The cleaning crew."

"Oh my God," She quickly slapped her hand back over her mouth, as if she had already forgotten they were cleaning the rest of our hotel room. I let out a laugh as she turned a bright pink with embarrassment, quickly pulling the sheets over her body. "I'm never leaving this hotel room."

"Fine by me," I smirked, giving her a hungry look. "I can work with that."

"Oh my God, that's not—" Smurf shook her head and closed her eyes, before gathering the sheets around her body and getting up on shaky legs. "I'm going to the bathroom! And don't you dare follow me!"

I grinned instead of replying, simply because the answer was that I couldn't. My knee was absolutely killing me now that the pleasure was dissipating. With nothing left to distract me, I winced the second she shut the door to the bathroom, before cursing lowly under my breath.

Maybe I had pushed it a little too far this time. I still regretted nothing, though. This damn leg was not going to dictate my future. I wouldn't let it. So be damned a little pain.

Not long after, my phone suddenly buzzed on the beside table. I reached over and grabbed it, running a hand through my hair as I opened the message with a little tired yawn. I then immediately almost choked on my air and sat up, grinning brightly.

"Smurf! Come in here, quickly!"

I heard the toilet flush before Smurf came out quickly, looking almost worried at my tone. "What? What happened?"

I shook my head and grinned, turning my phone towards her to show the image. "This happened."

Smurf sat down beside me and took my phone to study the photo I had gotten. Her face melted with a warm smile the minute she saw the same thing I had seen seconds ago. "Oh my God."

Vince:
Meet Luca Antonio Santino. Born 6:34AM, weighing 8.4lbs. Tired, but happy to be here.

With it was a perfect little picture of a newborn baby boy sleeping against a tired-looking Rya who was kissing his thick mob of black hair. He looked healthy and happy as mentioned, and the sight was enough to make both of us grin happily as well.

"Oh my God, he is just the cutest," Smurf said, all but hogging my phone as she gobbled up the sight of baby Luca. "Look at him. Gosh, he's so handsome. I think he looks like Rya, doesn't he? I mean, he's got Vince's black hair, but that's totally her nose and lips. I wonder what color his eyes will be."

Watching Smurf so enraptured by a baby made my own biological clock tick. Man, I wanted to see a mix of us in the shape of a baby as well. I knew it was probably way too soon to even be thinking about all of this. The world was too crazy a place to bring a baby into right now—although Vince and Rya had obviously disagreed. Then again, both of them were skilled agents with more than enough means to keep them and their new baby safe.

Me, though? I was a 22 year old with a limp and an IQ higher than I'd ever been myself. Best I could do was hope anyone trying to attack me (again) did it virtually.

But I still wanted a mini-us.

"Yeah, they used a good recipe," I agreed with Smurf, pulling myself free of my thoughts. She was still gushing over the picture, watching it with practical hearts in her eyes. "Wanna find a recipe of our own and make one as well?"

Her eyes quickly clipped away and looked at me almost in shock. "Uhm... you want a kid... now?"

I shrugged, sending her a little smirk. "Why not?"

"Well... other than the fact that we're still kinda on the Russians bad-list, don't you think we're... kinda young?" She asked, biting her lip.

I guess she had a point. We were pretty young to be thinking about kids. 22, barely 23 was no age, but if you considered the fact that I was already currently raising one kid and had been doing so since I was 16, it wasn't really that bad.

But maybe that was all the more reason to wait.

... Or would Elana love a niece to play with?

"Caleb," Smurf said, pulling me from my thoughts again. "It's not that I don't want kids, it's just I think we should wait a few years. Once you have kids, you can't do all the same stuff anymore. I think I just want a few more years to be young and without responsibilities."

"We can wait," I told, cupping her cheek with a little smile. I was eager as hell, but I knew what she was saying was right. There was still so much I wanted to do with her alone. I still hadn't fucked her in all the ways I wanted to. Hadn't traveled around the globe with her. Hadn't gone to Disneyland with her yet. There was just so many important things to be done before having kids, and I definitely needed to fuck her a bit more without a baby interrupting us.

Smurf smiled brightly at me, then pecked my lips with a soft kiss. "Good. Now let's get the heck out of this room before they think we're sex-crazed maniacs that don't know how to do anything but have sex."

Wasn't that what a honeymoon was about though...?

"Whatever you say, wifey," I grinned, before watching her hop off the bed to get dressed. I laid down flat again and sighed heavily, rubbing my stomach with a little yawn.

I could definitely wait a few years for kids...

~~~

We toured the city for about an hour and a half before my knee got so bad, I couldn't continue. We then decided to go back to the hotel instead to catch up on some sleep, which, let's be frank, neither of us had gotten a lot of since getting here. I loved Elana, but not having her around allowed for a lot more of spontaneous and spirited activity than normal. It only proved Smurf's point about waiting a few more years to have kids of our own.

A few hours later, I was laying on the bed with the TV remote, watching some Spanish soap opera while Smurf was on her laptop, sitting in one of the hotel room's luxurious sofa chairs. Just like the dedicated student I had fallen in love with, she hadn't been able to leave work completely. She had checked up occasionally, just to make sure everything was still running fine.

"Urgh," I suddenly heard her say, just as my eyes automatically flipped over to see what had my missus annoyed. She was holding up a little mirror, staring at her face. "I've gotten so many pimples after coming here. All this food is making me break out, and... oh my God, my roots are growing out," She whined, tucking at her blue tufts of hair. "I look like a mess."

... And I took that personally.

"Hey!" I snapped defensively, seeing her jump in shock. "That's my wife you're talking about! Be nice!"

Smurf stated at me, but then rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to her laptop with a little huff. "Whatever..."

Hell, no. She best believe I wasn't going to let that shit fly. No one was going to trash talk her. Not even herself. Now that she had married me, she'd better get used to getting daily affirmations and getting spoon-fed love, and she had better not give me lip about it.

Deciding that she needed to be taught a lesson, I grabbed my own laptop and opened the screen. Smirking and seeing her working concentratedly from the corner of my eye, I tapped a few keys on my laptop and then waited.

It happened almost instantly.

"What the... what the fuck?" Smurf muttered to herself, just as her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Troubles?" I asked, innocently.

Her eyes lifted and saw me lying there with my laptop open, smirking like the Cheshire Cat. Immediately she glared at me, narrowing her eyes and shooting me daggers.

"Cut it out, Caleb. I'm trying to work here."

"I didn't do anything," I teased. When she only rolled her eyes again and started furiously tapping her on laptop, I knew she was getting frustrated.

"Seriously! Cut it out, take the lock off!" She barked at me, which only made me smirk wider.

I had put a lock on her whole laptop. One little bug I had been designing for the past few months that put a laptop in a virtual leg-lock without a way to tap out. I hadn't planned on using it on my honeymoon, but then she went and put my Smurf in a corner. Obviously, I couldn't let that go unpunished.

"Work your way out of it," I said, shutting my screen down and putting my laptop away again. "Shouldn't be too hard for you, should it?"

After all, if she was this good at being hard on herself, my little bug should be no challenge for her at all.

"You little..." She hissed, before fiercely sitting up straighter and putting on her gameface. She started tapping the keys on her laptop angrily, almost smashing those poor little buttons.

Speaking of little buttons...

I slowly arose from the bed and pretended to stretch lazily while she worked. It only provoked her, seeing me so relaxed, she started muttering profanity under her breath, talking about what she was going to put a lock on and toss the key away to when we got back from our honeymoon.

Smirking mischievously, I let her work for another moment, before finally making my move towards her. Her eyes didn't leave the screen as I slowly came up and crouched down in front of her, just being able to see her eyes squinting at her screen over the edge of it. When she saw me there, they narrowed even more.

"What are you doing?" She bit at me.

"Nothing," I smirked coyly, before leaning in and kissing her knee. "Just checking out these lovely knee-bruises. I like this color, it suits you. You should wear it more often."

"Fuck you," She muttered, going back to ignoring me with a little angry huff. I couldn't help but grin wider.

Did I ever mention how fucking hot my wife got when she was angry?

"Caleb," She snapped at me when I kept kissing her knee, now slowly working my way up her inner thigh, pushing her legs apart. "Stop it..." She said, half-heartedly. But I couldn't help but notice how her breathing had grown labored and her cheeks had grown a little flushed.

"I'm sorry, weren't you busy working?" I asked, nodding towards her laptop. I kept my lips along her inner thigh, letting my breath hit it as I exhaled. "Or did you give up already?"

When I smirked challengingly at her, I saw the fire light up in her eyes as she went back to trying to unlock her laptop from my little bug.

"You're not gonna make me fall for this again," She stubbornly growled, but I felt her knees begin to quiver under my lips when I spread her open even further and edged my way up to her damp panties. Her very damp panties.

"No?" I teased, biting into her thigh lightly.

She jumped a little but swallowed her squeak, trying to appear unaffected. I saw the way her chest started rapidly moving up and down, and I swore I could see sweat begin to line her temples and neck.

"No," She insisted, huffing out seriously. Or as seriously as she could. "Your tricks... your tricks don't work on me anymore."

I chuckled under my breath at that.

Oh, Smurf... You'll never get immune to my tricks.

My lips moved all the way up to her inner thigh and and paused right at the edge of her pussy. Her laptop was practically resting on my head, me having burrowed my way under it and worked my way to the warm, lovely crevice between her thighs. Her thighs that were practically trembling with want as I hovered my lips against her sweet cunt.

"You saw how quickly I got into your laptop, sweetcheeks," I smirked, hearing how her fingers had paused their typing and how she gulped heavily. "Imagine how quickly I could get into your panties."

And with that, I made a solid point of proving it.

• • •

Spain has a lot of great food, but I'm guessing Caleb's favorite dish isn't native to the country.