“You’ll know. You won’t hurt me.”
“Not on purpose.” I kissed her mouth, not fucking able to stop. “You have to tell me.”
“Do your worst,baby,” and she moved against me, gripping me even harder.
Not able to stop myself, I slide inside, both of us groaning loud enough to echo throughout the bathroom.
I stopped moving, closing my eyes, the rush of blood making my head spin. Her heat and slickness consumed me, obsessed me, drove me out of my mind. “Fuck me. You’re as tight as the first time.”
“Yes! Fuck me! Keep moving,” she begged, clawing at me.
All sense of time seemed to stop then, until what felt like molten lava poured out of me and into her.
However longer later, we were in our bed, turned toward one another.
“I guess this is date night?” Her tone was satiated, but her body still opened to mine.Affamato. Hungry.
“Bum bum,” I sang, leaning in and kissing her nose, my hands caressing her soft skin.
We laughed until we couldn’t breathe, then we used the night, the music of the sea, to our advantage.
A soft rasp on the door came a few hours later. Matteo refused to sleep.
* * *
He rarely cried, so the sight of him covered in tears made me take a step back and let his mother cradle him in her arms.
“It’s all right, my baby,” she muttered, patting and kissing him. “Mamma’s here.”
He answered her by crying even louder, his legs drawing up, his fingers seizing her robe.
“Was it something you ate?” I said, wiping a tear from his fat cheek.
“Maybe,” she said, patting his back.
“It’s the colic.” Eunice nodded. “He’s been passing wind since earlier.”
Scarlett nodded, and after she and Eunice gave him something to help, she asked me if I was up for a shower.
Taking note of the look on my face, she gave a small smile.
“You and him,” she said, and I had to strain to hear her over his crying. “I have a feeling—well, we’ll see.”
Warming up the shower, I stepped in, washing off hastily, before she handed him to me, as naked as me.
At first, he seemed to be irritated that she had the audacity to hand him over, but as the warm water touched his skin, he began to relax, his cries tapering to the usual noises he made.
He loved the water. It was ridiculous, or maybe not, but a feeling passed through him to me. I knew someday he’d enjoy it as much as I did. It wasn’t just a love; the water was a comfort, a world that was mine even though it shouldn’t be.
“See?” She smiled, putting her camera down. “Like father, like son.” She watched us for a minute or two, the words on the tip of her tongue. She reached out a hand, first touching me, and then running a hand through his black hair. “You’ve given him the best parts of you, Brando.”
“Bene,” I said, not meaning for my voice to waver.
“All of you,” she whispered, staring at me with such love, it made me want to turn around and let the water wash me clean.
He let out an almighty grunt, explosive diarrhea, a sigh, and then all was right in his world.
Scarlett laughed. “At least you’re in the right place for theBOOM.”
