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“You’re all I’ve thought about for months, Mia.”
“Stop talking and make love to me,” I whisper.
Dante chuckles as he moves under the covers. Sliding his tongue steadily down the length of my body as he goes. I’m in Heaven. I’m trembling with excitement at his touch. He cups my breasts as he stops at my core, caressing and teasing me with his tongue until I want to scream, More!
I spread my legs wider so that he can move his body in between them. I rake my hands through his soft wavy hair while he brings me to the brink of ecstasy and back down again. I moan when he stops, but I know he’s getting ready to slide into me, making us one once more.
I gasp as he glides his shaft into me. My lover is kissing me now. It’s an urgent kiss; a hunger that will stop at nothing to be filled. I grab onto his strong, firm buttocks and rock back and forth with him, faster, harder.
His tongue is in my ear, his breath racing as we chase the ultimate high.
“I love you,” Dante calls out as he climaxes.
My lover’s body shudders violently as he surrenders himself to the joy of knowing that he is completely fulfilled and truly loved. I yield to the same force a few moments later.
We lay together in perfect peace. Neither one of us needs to say anything. Our bodies did all the talking for us. I’m happy for the first time since Dante told me his truth. I know instinctively that everything will work out just fine. My man promised me it would and I believe him.
“Sleep well, my beautiful Mia.”
“Sleep well, Dante. Welcome home.”
* * *
I have to give my dad credit for his willingness to forgive. He’s in the kitchen, putting together a breakfast fit for a king’s court.
Angelo has been up since the crack of dawn. He’s playing with the Lego set his Daddy bought him. I haven’t seen him sit still for this long in forever.
I’m downstairs, making coffee when Dante enters the open plan kitchen.
“Good morning, all,” he smiles and kisses me on the cheek. “Something smells good.”
“Good morning, Dante,” Dad greets. “Take a seat. I made bacon and eggs.”
“Thank you, Arnold. That’s very kind of you.”
“I made enough for your men too.”
“They’ll be thrilled, thanks.”
“Did you sleep well, my boy?” Dante asks Angelo.
“Great. I’m building a tank.”
“That’s wonderful,” Dante smiles.
“Come have your breakfast, sweetheart,” I call to Angelo.
“Aah.”
“Come, son. You can carry on playing afterward,” Dante encourages him.
“Okay.”
“Wow. Magic touch,” I smile.
“It’s a man’s thing,” Dante smiles and winks as our son hops onto the chair next to his father.
“So, what’s the plan for today?” Dad asks.