Page 107 of Forgive Me, Father

Just then, Alfonso returned with a bag of bright red tomatoes.His Nonna fired off something in rapid Italian that made him roll his eyes affectionately and head straight for the sink.

“Can I help?”I asked.

He glanced at me, a rare softness playing at the corner of his mouth.“Always.”

He beckoned me to join him by the sink.I slipped off the chair and rushed over to him.

My husband always smelled wonderful as he pushed me in front of him and then guided my hands under the cold water, showing me how to rinse the tomatoes gently.Then we chopped them, side by side, shoulder to shoulder, and fed them into the pot like a team that had always belonged in the same kitchen.

Within thirty minutes, the air bloomed with warm, rich aromas, tomatoes, basil, garlic, and something deeper I couldn’t name.It sure was home.Or smelled like it.

Dinner was served an hour later, fresh, divine pasta paired with red wine that kissed our lips and flushed our cheeks.

Later that night, we left her little cottage with full bellies and hearts stretched wide.We checked into a nearby hotel under the quiet hush of stars and sea breeze.I was still removing my jacket when Alfonso pulled me into him from behind, his mouth at my neck, his voice a low growl against my skin.

The pasta was good, but the hunger in his hands?That was something else entirely.

He pulled me closer to him.His hand rubbed my leg as he breathed hard into the column of my neck.He nibbled on my ear lobe as his erection pressed against my back.

The room was modest by his usual standards, just a simple double bed, a small bathroom, and rustic charm.But it overlooked the ocean, and the view through the open window was breathtaking, waves catching the moonlight like scattered silver.Still, none of that mattered.Not when his hands were on me, his mouth trailing fire along my skin.

Whatever spell he was casting with his touch, it made everything else blur.I felt like I was unraveling—melting into him, into this moment, like nothing else had ever existed.

He pulled my panties down and I shimmied my hips to let them fall to the floor.I didn’t even hear the sound of him unzipping his pants, so when he pushed himself inside of me, it was quite a surprise.

The position was undeniably awkward; he stood at six feet two, all muscle and dominance, while I barely reached five feet two on my best day.There was no way this could be comfortable.

But somehow, the way he held me, the way our bodies aligned despite it all, made it feel like we were made to fit, flawed and perfect all at once.

I absolutely loved how he grabbed my breasts and slammed inside of me again and again and again.

Strong arms lifted me from the ground, and he seated himself more easily inside of me.He climbed onto the bed with his knees and pulled me to sit on his lap.The tight position pulled moans out of me and I bounced with his assistance, the friction of his cock inside of me building my orgasm in no time.

“Fuck, little runaway, don’t stop,” he spoke against my neck as his fingers dented deep against my legs.

It burned, but it egged me on to fuck him harder.My hips moved faster as I rode his cock.

He growled like a beast.My arousal turned the movement into pure bliss.

The build came and I didn’t want to tell him I was close, scared he would order me not to come, and I wanted to come hard.I needed to come hard.

A scream tore from me as I tumbled over that edge.

Alfonso slapped his palm over my mouth as he took over the movements.Fucking me harder.The strain on my back I was experiencing with the extended orgasm made me feel as if I was going to pass out.

My husband finally released and slammed hard into me, a few more times and then came to a standstill.

I burst out laughing first.Everything still pulsed and trembled.I wanted his cock out of me, but he refused to let me go, just yet.

“I love it when everything inside you trembles,” he spoke in my ear.

“Must show you just how fucking perfect you are.”

He huffed and sucked the soft flesh just below my ear.

We cleaned up in the tiny bathroom after and then lay in bed.

A soft, blissful silence hung between us, the kind that settles only when two people are completely at ease with each other.The ocean murmured in the distance, the only sound besides our breathing.