Page 97 of Sin and Redemption

Sara gave me a look. “We don’t know how much time we have.”

I grinned. “We could take a shower together and have fun there.”

Sara bit her lip, her eyes lighting up. We’d never had sex in the shower before, something we needed to rectify quickly. I pushed to my feet and took her hand. Sara wore lavender-colored pajama pants and a satin camisole, her usual clothing since Ambra was there. Not that I minded. Sara was gorgeous, no matter what she wore.

We snuck past Amber’s crib into the primary bedroom and closed the door. Sara put the baby phone on the windowsill, then turned to me. I pulled her in for a kiss, my hands gliding under her camisole, fingertips mapping her soft skin and the hardened nubs of her breasts. I briefly broke our kiss to tug the camisole over Sara’s head and toss it away, then my fingers gripped the waistband of her pants and tugged them down. They glided to the floor with a soft rustling, leaving Sara standing naked before me.

I shook my head, amazed by her beauty. She touched her belly self-consciously, where she now had a few stretch marks. I got down on one knee, moved her hand away, and kissed the spot. “The most impressive battle scars I’ve ever seen.”

Sara gave me a grateful smile, then tugged at my arms. I complied and got up. She shoved down my training shorts. “Time’s running out.”

“You’re lucky I thrive under pressure,” I rumbled in her ear as I backed her into the shower cubicle. Sara let out a little screech when cold water rained down on us before it turned warm, then clapped a hand over her mouth and cast a nervous glance at the baby monitor, but Ambra slept soundly. She lowered her hand, and I immediately kissed her again, pulling her closer and allowing my palm to caress the curve of her waist and hip before I moved inward and cupped her pussy. She pressed into me, her kiss becoming almost desperate.

I was relieved to see that I wasn’t the only one who missed this. I stroked her clit lightly, and Sara moaned into my mouth, then grabbed my cock and squeezed. I groaned, my fingers speeding up, circling her nub before I moved them lower and pushed two into her. She arched against me, her grip on my cock becoming even more demanding. I grinned against her lip as I slid my fingers in and out slowly, making sure to touch her clit. Sara came within a minute, but her lips seeking mine eagerly told me she was far from satisfied.

“I need you so much,” I growled, cupping her ass and pulling her against me so my cock dug into her belly.

Sara only nodded and gripped my shoulders. I lifted her by her ass, and her legs wrapped around my waist. Not wasting any more time, I sank into her slowly, giving her time to accommodate my length, then halted when I was all the way in her. I leaned her back against the shower stall so the water didn’t hit her in the face. She breathed deeply against my mouth, her eyes filled with the same hunger I felt burning in my veins.

“You ready for more?” I asked in a low voice.

“So ready.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself higher, changing the angle in a delicious way. My lips claimed hers as I supported her weight against the wall and began to thrust into her.

Sara kept her eyes on me as I made love to her. She shifted her hips in sync with my thrust, allowing me to go even deeper and her clit to rub against my pubic bone. Soon, her eyes widened, and her nails sank into my shoulder as her walls clamped down on my cock.

I groaned, unable to hold back as Sara’s core milked my cock with her iron grip. She came with a muffled scream against my shoulder. My cock kept twitching inside her as we clung to each other. I didn’t put her down even when we were both spent from our orgasm. I enjoyed feeling her naked body against mine. She rested her cheek on my shoulder and let out a yawn. “Now all I need for utter contentment is more than two hours of sleep.”

I chuckled. “I wish I could help you with that, but Ambra simply wants your breasts, which is understandable.”

Sara giggled. “Once she’s a bit older, she won’t feed as often, and then you can spend more time with her.”

I set Sara down. “I can’t wait.”

It was wonderful to watch Sara being a mother because it was obvious how much she loved being one, but I was excited about getting more opportunities to spend time with Ambra once she wasn’t as fixated on Sara’s breasts. I glanced down at Sara’s impressive chest. I’d always loved her breasts, but they had grown quite a bit since she’d given birth.

Sara followed my gaze and rolled her eyes. She lightly slapped my chest. “Don’t tell me you prefer me with bigger breasts.” She turned on the water and quickly washed herself. The sight was mesmerizing.

“I loved your body before your pregnancy, during your pregnancy, and now that you’re feeding our daughter, and I’ll love it however it looks after.”

Sara stepped on her tiptoes and kissed me firmly. “That might be one of the sweetest things you’ve ever said. See, acts of service isn’t your only love language.”

Ambra let out a cry.

I raised my eyebrows. “I fear hers definitely is.”

Sara gave me a distracted smile and a swift peck before quickly drying off and rushing into the bedroom. After I’d cleaned up and dried myself, I followed her. Sara lay on her side, feeding Ambra. She was already asleep while Ambra was still nursing. The bed guard kept Ambra safe as she slept by Sara’s side. I watched her little content face for a moment, then pressed a soft kiss against Sara’s temple before I extinguished the lights.

The same contentment I’d seen on Ambra’s face filled my body.

Dad chased a giggling Ambra across the meadow behind our house. We had built it a few months ago and finally moved in two weeks ago. We could walk to my parents’ house, simply by following the pathway through the woods past the old oak. Sara wanted Ambra to grow up outside of the city, even if she hated being farther away from her family.

Because Sara loved the maritime vibe in the Hamptons but not the actual neighborhood, we’d chosen a blue-and-white exterior with big panoramic windows and a hammock on the porch. If you listened closely, you could sometimes hear the nearby stream, which was almost as good as the sound of waves in my book. And the view at the meadow and forest from the windows was perfect.

Dad roared like a dinosaur, which made Ambra screech and giggle as she stumbled along. Her brown curls bobbed wildly around her face, and her amber eyes flashed with happiness. Bacon frolicked beside them, excited to be in on the mayhem.

“After the surgery, I had a moment of worry that your father wouldn’t be able to handle the new situation, but I should have known he was too strong and stubborn to let a missing limb stop him.”

I smirked. Dad had worked hard to get used to his prosthesis, and for people who didn’t know, it was almost impossible to guess he was missing a limb below his knee. He eventually caught Ambra and let himself fall on the ground with her on top of him. I remembered Dad playing wildly with us when Primo and I were little. But with Ambra, he’d been showing a softer side that probably only Mom knew.

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