41. Dante
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DANTE
I laria looks beautiful in her reception dress, drinking from the champagne bottle as her friends dance with her, screaming along to lyrics of a song, and leaning against each other with the love that they share for each other.
She shimmers like a star in the sky against the backdrop of Boston harbor and I’m already thinking about getting her home, making love to her in a bed this time.
Having her drag us away from the pictures because she wanted me that badly was the highlight of my life.
Seeing her take me for the first time, the way she made those sounds mewls of pleasure mixed with the hiss of pain as she accommodated me. I had to adjust my pants, my cock already missing the warm wetness of her body.
The song changes and I’m standing, making my way over, wrapping Ilaria in my arms and watching the way she melts against me.
Her eyes sparkle as she presses against my chest, cheek against my chest as I drop a kiss on her head.
“Te amo, moglie mia.”
She smiles, as she looks up at me and I know that no matter what happens in life, as long as she looks at me like she does in this moment, I will be happy.
“I have a surprise for you.” Her eyes look up at me as I lead her to the balcony, as an announcement is made for people to go outside.
They give us space as I hold Ilaria in my arms just as the firework display starts, lighting up over the harbor and making my sweet Ilaria gasp in surprise.
Her hands cover her mouth, leaning against me as I see the tears that are already starting to burn there.
“I just wanted your mother to be here with us today. Wanted her to see how beautiful you look. Wanted her to see how much I love you.” I whisper to her.
Ilaria turns, wrapping me in her arms before letting go, leaning against me so I can hold her as we watch the fireworks together. See the beauty at the end of the night.
Home is a person. Happiness is a person. Love is a person.
And my person will always be Ilaria.
Until death do us part, moglia mia.