Chapter 32 #2
I slammed into her once more, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, not allowing her to fall into the abyss just yet.
“You’re going to come with me, when I say.
” Her pussy clamps down on my cock as I bury myself inside her.
My thrusts became faster, harder and more desperate as my own orgasm built.
“Fuck, Ana.” I moan, revelling in how good her pussy feels. “That’s my good fucking girl. Taking my cock so well.”
Her head fell forward as I felt her body giving in bit by bit, “Lorenzo.” She whimpered, her eyes snapping shut as she tried to hang onto the edge until I gave her the go ahead for her release. “Please.”
"Come for me." I growled into her ear as she finally let go, and gave into the sensation she felt overwhelming her body. My own erupted in pleasure at the same time as hers. “Fuck, Ana!” I roared her name just as loudly as she cried out mine.
My come filled her pussy, and there was no sweeter feeling as I emptied myself into her. My body shivered as I pressed a kiss to the bite mark that decorated her shoulder. “You’re fucking incredible, do you know that?” I said as I pulled out of her with a groan.
She could barely answer, her head hung forward as her fingers remained fisted in the sheets while she tried to catch her breath. Come trickled from her pussy and down her inner thigh. “I’m quite something,” she managed, her breathing slowly returning to normal.
She slowly and gracefully rose from the bed, before making her way towards the ensuite.
“Where are you going?” I called out after her, but she’d already disappeared.
I followed her to see exactly what she had planned for the rest of the night.
“I’m running a bath.” She sat on the bath’s edge as she poured scented oils into the shallow water. She looked breathtaking sitting there. Her cheeks were flush, her lips were swollen, and her skin was marked by me.
“Do you need anything?” I asked, turning towards the shower.
“Yeah, you. Where are you going?” Her voice was as soothing as an angel’s, and it sent goosebumps over my skin.
“I was going to shower and get into bed.” I glanced over my shoulder, her eyes wide with hope, her lips parted in protest.
“Stay with me.” She smiled, looking more exhausted as time went on. “We never got to see if you were a bath man, did we?”
That was true. And who was I to turn down such an offer?
She dipped her feet in first before slowly submerging herself into the water, her breasts bobbing at the surface. She knew I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she looked up at me with a come hither gaze.
“Move forward then and let me in.” I felt my heart swell in my chest as she scooched forward, wearing the most genuine, happy smile. She allowed me enough room to slip in behind her. Water sloshed around us as she relaxed back into me, her fingers tracking invisible lines on my thighs.
“So, do you think baths will become your thing?” she questioned, craning her head to look up at me.
“It’s too early to tell, but honestly, if you're in them with me, then yes.” I laughed before imagining coming home to her after a shitty day, relaxing like this while she cheered me up with tales about her day.
Fuck… What was wrong with me?
I used to want to beat the shit out of something, down a few whiskeys, and inhale a few cigarettes after a shitty day. And now, all I could think that would calm me down was her…
Was I in love? Was she in love with me?
“Would you really have killed me that night you stabbed me?” Did you want to?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“Would I have killed you? No, I wouldn’t have. Did I want to? Of course I did. You were a bastard.” She chuckled as I wrapped my arms around her. Her body relaxed into mine even more than before as her sweet laughter vibrated through me.
“Ana?”
“Yeah?” she responded as she linked her fingers with mine.
What was I doing? Was I about to tell her how I felt? How could I when I didn’t know what that was? This whole deal with love was a complete mindfuck.
“Never mind.” Not yet, Lorenzo, not yet.
Soon, though.
Four weeks later.
Tonight was the night.
I was ready to tell my wife I loved her, tell her I’d fallen in love with her, and that I planned to love her for the rest of my life if she’d let me.
I didn’t need her to say it back. I wasn’t saying it for that.
It just felt like the right time for me.
Something completely new? Yes. But also something I was more than ready for.
I welcomed my mother at the door as she exited the car with a huge smile, unable to hide her excitement, and I adored it.
I rushed down the steps to her as she retrieved the first load of white roses from the car.
“Here, let me take those for you, Mama. The guys will get the rest. You go on inside.”
She walked inside with me, looking around to see if Anastacia was here. “Mama, you know she’s not here. The girls took her to the spa and for lunch. I needed her out all day to arrange this.”
“You’re a good one, it just took you a while to see it.” She patted my face, and deep down I knew I was anything but good. “So, have you planned it all?”
“Pretty much. All I can do now is hope she likes it,” I breathed.
“She’ll love it. What’s not to love?” she questioned.
“Yeah, you’re right.” I looked at my mother’s face as she reflected my happiness with a soft smile.
“Right, we’ve got all day, let’s get cracking.” She clapped her hands in a, we’d better get a move on motion, before rolling up the sleeves of her cream cashmere jumper. “Lorenzo?”
“Yes, Mama?” I replied, waiting for what was coming next.
“I’m proud of you. Of the man you’ve become as well as the husband you’re learning to be.” The corners of her lips twisted in emotion as she stifled a sob.
“Thank you. I’m learning slowly, but surely.” I chuckled.
“Yeah, well, remember, Anastacia is learning, too. You can learn from one another.” She was right. She always bloody was. “I know tonight is special for you. You wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t, but are you planning to tell your wife you love her?”
“I am.” Two words. Two words was all I needed to say for my mother to let the tears escape her. “Because if what I feel is love, I need to tell her. You know I could go out one evening and never come home, and I don’t want her never knowing how I feel.”
“Don’t talk that way. You’ve got all the time in the world together. I’m sure of it.” She squeezed my hand, and I knew she wished my father would have told her he loved her more. “She’s too good for me, Ma.”
“You need to stop putting yourself down. You’re lucky to have one another. What happened between you when you first met is in the past, and it’ll stay there.” She nodded, always knowing exactly what to say.
Over the next few hours, she helped me prepare the dish Ana enjoyed at my grandparent’s restaurant.
One I knew she’d love. We made sure all the small details were prepared and ready.
She arranged the roses and candles throughout the foyer, bathroom, and dining room, scattering petals along the walkway to Ana’s first surprise.
I didn’t carry a romantic bone in my body, or so I thought.
But now, seeing this, changed my opinion completely.
“What do you think, Ma?” I asked, stepping back to admire our handiwork
“It’s perfect. You’re all set,” my mother assured me as she pulled on her trench coat. “Enjoy the evening with your wife.”
I planned on it.