Apart from doing some work from home, I have made no other plans because I want to be here to support my wife. Whatever she wants or needs from me, she’s got it. “For sure.” I press a lingering kiss to her brow. “Do you have anywhere particular in mind?”
She shakes her head. “I just want to get away from the house.”
I wish Renzo’s death hadn’t occurred here. Now, I fear every time we step outside she’ll be reminded of what went down. Clearing my throat, I articulate the idea that’s been mulling around in my head. “I thought we could buy a tree and plant it out front as a kind of memorial. If you like.”
Tears well in her eyes again. “I think I’d like that.”
“Okay.” Clasping her face in my hands, I dot kisses all over her cheeks, her brow, and her lips. “I know the perfect place, and on the way back, we can stop at the garden center and select a tree.”
“Thank you.” Putting her mug down, she circles her arms around me and holds me close. “Thank you for taking care of me these past few days. I promise I’ll do better. I just needed a few days.”
“You’re not a burden, Rina. You’re my wife.” I lift her onto my lap and band my arms around her. “It’s okay to be sad or angry or frustrated or however else you feel.”
“I don’t do this. This isn’t me,” she says, nuzzling my neck. “I don’t fall apart. I pick myself up and keep going. Why can’t I now?”
“You’ve been dealt a lot of heavy blows, and I think you were already letting down your guard, allowing yourself to feel things you normally block. This is an extension of that.” I wind my fingers through her hair. “You need to feel, Rina. You need to vent your emotions before you can begin to process them and move forward. And it’s perfectly fine to do that. You loved Renzo. You loved your father and your brother. You need to mourn them in order to truly put the past to rest.”
“When did you get so wise?” she asks, clinging tightly to me.
“I came out of the womb this way,” I quip, silently fist pumping the air when her lips kick up slightly at the corners.
“Lucky for me,” she whispers, hugging me tighter. I just hold her, burying my nose in her hair and praying we might have turned a corner. My wife is the strongest woman I have ever known, and she will bounce back from this. I’m sure of it.
I leave Nicolina with Catarina while I clean up the kitchen and check I have enough gas in my bike, and then I take a long hot shower.
The door slides open behind me, and I turn around as my wife steps under the water, tilting her face up under the showerhead. Coming up behind her, I carefully place my hands on her hips as I rest my chin on her rapidly dampening hair. “Is this okay?”
She tilts her head back so she’s looking at me. “More than okay.”
“Can I wash you?” I ask, reaching for the washcloth and her watermelon-scented shower gel.
She nods, and I soap up the cloth before gently dragging it across her neck, down along her collarbone, over her heavy breasts, and onto her toned stomach, desperately trying to ignore my aching cock.
I turn her around and wash her back, trailing the cloth over her shapely ass and the backs of her legs. Kneeling in front of her, I rub the cloth over her feet, along her calves, and up to her thighs before sweeping it across her pussy.
She sucks in a gasp and clutches my hair. “Please,” she whimpers.
I look up at her from between her legs. “What do you need,mia amata?”
“You. I need you inside me.”
I will never deny her. Leaning in, I swipe my tongue along her slit before pressing a finger inside her. She’s already slick and ready for me, but I spend a couple of minutes feasting on her before I stand. Pressing her against the tile wall, I push her legs apart before urging her to wrap them around my waist. She obliges without question, resting her hands on my shoulders as I hold her up and line my dick up at her entrance.
Our eyes remain connected as I slowly inch inside her, leaking precum when her tight walls clench my shaft as I sink all the way in. “I love you,” I say before claiming her lips in a sensual kiss. I move slowly because I don’t have it in me to fuck her hard. I need to be gentle with her. To ensure she feels my love.
“Love you back,” she pants over a moan as I thrust deep and slowly pull out. Her arms snake around my neck as her legs tighten at my waist. I hold her up, pressed against the wall as I make love to her while devouring her lips and pouring everything I feel for her into every thrust and every kiss.
Her breaths ooze out in sharper bursts, her walls clench me firmly, and she rocks her hips up, demanding more as she nears her climax. Picking up my pace, I thrust into her harder while rubbing her clit, reaching my own release seconds after she reaches hers.
Reluctantly, I pull out, setting her feet on the ground. She rests her head on my chest and bands her arms around me, and we stand under the water without talking, just embracing, until our skin wrinkles and the water cools. I quickly wash and condition her hair before switching the shower off and bundling her up in a big fluffy towel.
“I thought we could take a trip on my bike,” I say as we dry off. “I haven’t had time to take you out on it yet.”
“I’d like that.”
We dress in jeans, T-shirts, sweaters, and boots and head out to the garage, where my Ducati awaits us.
“I have always wanted to ride on a motorcycle.” She trails her fingers along the slick bodywork. She offers me a shy smile as I fit the helmet over her head, tucking her ponytail in. “I’m glad you’re claiming this first.”
