“Allie?”
Her unfocused eyes met mine.
I wanted this woman. She could be bound to me forever, if only I was as conniving as my father. “I don’t have a condom,” I confessed.
“Oh! My sister packed dozens in her bag, hang on.” She scrambled out of bed and returned quickly with a box.
I took it from her and retrieved a foil-wrapped packet from inside but hesitated.
Our eyes met. She was on her knees, facing me.
This was my wife.
Mine. To have, hold, cherish, protect, and treasure. “Mi Amore…”
“I know that one.” Her lips met mine. When our kiss broke, she held my face in her hands. “Do not strain yourself.”
“I won’t.” I lied. Despite my best intentions, I couldn’t help but don protection and lift her with the intent of getting her on her back as soon as humanly possible.
Her mumbled words against my lips were ignored as I slid inside. The warmth of the welcome sent a shock wave from my scalp to my toes and I clung to her for a moment to savor the bliss.
“My wife, my love, my life. I will be your servant always.” With effort, I backed out, leaving only the tip of my cock notched in her cunt, then slowly pressed my way inward until I seated against her again. “I’m undone by you.”
She blinked, not understanding my words. “Mario…” her mouth worked, trying to voice silent desires.
“Say you want this.” I was clear, direct. Being careful to get her full permission.
“I want you. It’s such a bad idea, but I do. I can’t not want you.”
The words were balm to my heart. I poured myself into each thrust, each foreign utterance of my joy. The whispers of my desires confessed into her untrained ear. Was it wrong to yearn for a future where she’d understand? Would we be blessed with the years it would take for her to understand the language of my heart?
I knew some of it sank in because her eyes were wide-open, trusting, and reflecting the passion I felt. “My love,” I spoke in English so she’d understand me.
“You’re a dream. A fantasy I didn’t know I had. Please?”
“Non c'è niente oltre te.” I could see nothing in my life without her. My passion flared and I forgot gentility. Our bodies danced irresistibly, unerringly, and most importantly, honestly. My walls were gone, and she was the only thing I knew in that moment.
Her shuddering orgasm pulsed around me. It undid me. I came. The rush of pleasing her released the final bonds of control.
And with the finality, joy filled my heart.
I possessed a heart. The marvel of it made me pause as I caught my breath.
Allie’s hand stroked down my spine. “Are you okay?” She was as breathless as I was.
In that last fragment of honesty, I felt a twinge at my side. “I tried.”
“And?”
How to say it? “I did not damage myself.”
Her face crumbled a little. “Slow movements. Please?”
“For you, anything.”
Yet it wasn’t enough. I ended up on my back, drained and remembering a betrayal that shouldn’t have happened. My hand held the bandage in place.
“Do I dare look?” she asked.
