33. Falling in love is easy
THIRTY-THREE
FALLING IN LOVE IS EASY
V anessa spreads her thighs wider and frames my face with her hands, welcoming me inside her. And I just follow. I enter her with a sigh, like I’m finally where I’m supposed to.
“You, Lino Marquesi, are very easy to love. I’m not afraid of whatever demons you think are too big and scary to show me who you are, fully.”
She doesn’t let me answer as her lips fall to mine in a sweet kiss that speaks of promises and a connection beyond the word love . I close my eyes and let my hips take over, already knowing the rhythm of her body. Her heels press against my backside as she invites me deeper and I drop my forehead to hers, breathing heavily against her mouth.
She takes my breath away.
She slowly and surely burrowed herself into my life and I’m never letting her go. If I wasn’t inside her, overwhelmed with how perfect she is, how wet and warm her pussy is, how deep inside her body and soul I can get, I’d panic. But she keeps me calm, and she doesn’t even know it. I want to tell her. Giving her all I am is the least I can do for my ray of sunshine.
When I look up, her eyes are already on me, wide open and vulnerable. The myriad of brown shines with the strength of her love, radiating through my entire body as she gives herself to me. We don’t look away as we share more than our physical bodies with each other. Soon my spine tingles with an oncoming orgasm that feels like it will shatter me completely until I’m reborn as hers.
“Let it happen,” she whispers to me and I let go.
I reach my climax with a deep groan while I bury my head in the crook of her neck, injecting her sweet scent of candy and peonies straight into my veins. I don’t want to collapse onto her, but with her fingers in my hair, she repeats again, “let it go.”
I let myself rest on her body, crushing her underneath me in the sweetest oblivion. No tears fall, but sobs rack my body as I stop resisting the anguish that looms over, threatening to ruin this moment we built. All the while, she holds me close, soothing me with her soft hands offering reassurance that she’s not going anywhere.
The worry I’ll appear weak showing her my vulnerability is soon replaced with the safety, landing on a shore where I’m accepted for who I am, with open arms and a love so strong it shines through the clouds of my depression.
I let it happen until I feel so calm and exhausted, I almost fall asleep on top of Vanessa. “As much as the idea of you leaking my cum all night is turning me on, I’m sure it won’t be as sexy as it sounds. Let’s get you cleaned up, u mo sole ,” I say and direct her to the en-suite.
After a quick shower where we both struggle to keep on our feet with how much our legs tremble, we come back to bed and fall into a deep sleep. I wake up with my hands on her hips, no distance between us. I vow to wake up like this every morning for the rest of my life if she lets me.
“ G ood morning, u mo sole ,” I say, voice hoarse and heavy.
“Good morning, Daddy,” she answers as she rubs her tight little ass on my cock, already hard and aching for her again. “As much as I enjoyed last night, I think my pussy needs a break.”
She stretches like a cat and I just watch her, deeply infatuated by anything and everything that makes her her .
“I promise not to touch you until tonight,” I tell her, then kiss her brow. “Then,” another kiss on her cheek, “I’ll make,” I kiss her jaw, “that pussy,” I kiss her lips, “mine,” I get lower to her chest. “Again.” I keep getting lower until I reach her centre, “and you’ll let me.” She jumps as I kiss her over the fabric of the pair of my boxers that she’s wearing, but my hold on her thighs is keeping her where I want her. She writhes and fights me and I chuckle, eventually letting her off. “Let’s get ready. My parents will be here in an hour with Anton and Livia.”
If I thought the prospect of meeting my family as my official girlfriend was scaring her, I was wrong. She squeals and jumps up, running to the shower with excitement.
A n hour later, I hear the tires of my father’s car on the gravel outside. Anton and Livia enter the house while speaking a mile a minute about everything they did yesterday with Mammonna and Babbone.
Vanessa sits on the couch in the living room and they greet her like it’s normal to see her here, despite it being a Saturday. I know Livia doesn’t really understand the concept of days, but Anton does. His nonchalance makes me feel better about the changes I’m bringing into their lives.
Vanessa greets my father, then my mother, who hugs her and whispers, “Welcome to the family” so loudly I know she did it on purpose. I roll my eyes and she winks at me. Vanessa blushes and murmurs a small “thank you” before turning to me and taking my hand.
“Are you going to kiss now?” Anton asks with a grimace, making us all laugh, before my parents leave us four to our own devices. I was expecting awkwardness and a heavy feeling to settle inside my chest. It’s still there, the idea that maybe I’m going too fast, but I’ve never been sure of anything in my life but my love for my children and that I want Vanessa in our lives.
I get to my haunches, dragging both kids to me in for a hug I need as much as they do. “You know, picculinu , now that Vanessa is going to be my girlfriend, I am going to kiss her. Are you okay with that?” I ask them.
“Ew,” Anton answers as Livia shrugs, already done with the conversation and wanting to play with the cars she loves. I stop her before she can. Even if they already said and showed that they’re okay with their new reality, there is one more thing they need to know.
“As of next week, you’ll both go to summer camp, which is like a school, but you only play all day. So Vivi won’t be your nanny anymore. But you’ll still get to see her because she is my girlfriend and she’ll be here often.”
“I don’t want to go to school,” both children whine, missing the point entirely.
Vanessa laughs and gets down as well. “ Anghuli , it’s more like a place where you get to play all day with other kids. You don’t have to sit all day there; it’s just fun.”
They frown, their little mouths dropped down, and brows creasing in displeasure.
“But you’ll be there when we get home?” Anton asks.
“Not every day, but most days,” she responds as she looks at me, a hand on my shoulder.
The kids look at each other and nod like that’s a satisfactory answer. Before long, they play again, the whole conversation so easy it makes me regret not having had it earlier. I could have spent the last month buried in between my girl’s thighs.
But then I remember all the thinking I did. And that wasn’t for nothing. I needed to come to terms with my own fears and though they still live inside my chest like a guillotine, I know the sharp edges won’t kill me.
The afternoon passes in pure bliss and quiet as I watch my children play with Vanessa. When they get down for a nap, she settles with the computer on the sofa and studies for two hours, a frown of concentration on her brow. I don’t even pretend to read. My attention is all on her.
“I want to play in the pool,” Anton demands after his afternoon snack made of grapes and figs when he gets up from his nap. As always, his sister follows his lead and before I know it, both kids are naked in the living room with their swimsuits in their hands, trying their best to dress themselves.
“I’ll meet you outside. I’m going to change,” Vanessa says before pressing a kiss to my cheek. They heat up and my chest fills with that fuzzy feeling again that turns my world to colour instead of its usual muted grey.
“Don’t let the monster catch you,” she yells at both kids a few minutes later, hunching and turning her hands into claws in an effort to make herself appear as one. It’s hard to take her seriously when she wears that damn one piece swimsuit with the cut on the right side and the lemons embroidered to the nylon.
She chases Anton and Livia out on the patio and into the garden, Anton running into the pool to escape her. Livia screams delightfully as Vanessa grabs her and pretends to munch on her shoulder, before she takes the steps down into the water with a yelling and flailing Livia in her arms. “It’s cold,” my daughter screams, but it only takes a few minutes before she asks for her floating belt.
Between jumping, playing where the water is shallow and trying their best to swim laps across the pools, I know I will have very tired kids to deal with tonight, but the thought only fills me with joy. And I owe it all to her.
Monica never played with our children like this. She wasn’t a bad mother, but she mostly left them to their own devices. Nurturing their inner world wasn’t part of her plans. And until very recently, it wasn’t mine either. How many times did I dismiss Anton when he wanted me to play with him or shorten a story because I was exhausted by life itself? Maybe my ex-wife battled inner demons as well that she never felt confident sharing with me.
I won’t do that to Vanessa.
As the kids rest outside the pool and play together, I take her hand in mine and drag her onto my lap. The peachy blush on her cheeks is adorable. Despite her embarrassment, she links her arms around my neck and nuzzles against me.
I take in the sight in front of me.
My children, happy and cared for.
The girl I love, content in my arms.
Because there is no doubt in my mind that I love this woman. With all the shredded pieces of my soul that she sewed back together.