Page 60 of Sin and Redemption

When I woke the following morning, I stared at the ceiling for a while, simply enjoying the moment. Today was Saturday, and Maximus had plans to help his parents in the shelter again. I decided to ask him if I could join him. I wanted to make more of an effort not just with Maximus but also with his parents. I had rarely seen them since our wedding, and I felt guilty for it. They probably thought I didn’t like them, which wasn’t true. They had been kind to me, and I wanted to get to know them better.

I glanced at the clock on my wall. It was only seven o’clock, but in the past, Maximus had always left around nine to visit them and dropped me off at my parents on the way there.

I got out of bed. Despite my nerves, I went in search of Maximus. Today was still the highest chance of conception. At the thought of repeating last night, my body warmed, and my core clenched. I was looking forward to Maximus’s touch.

For the first time, the reason I wanted Maximus’s closeness wasn’t centered around having a baby. My body waslustingfor his touch, for his lips and tongue. Strangely enough, last night had felt like a liberation. It had cut through one of the shackles of the past that had bound me. I never thought enjoying Maximus’s touch would help me with the past, but it did. I hadn’t even been haunted by nightmares. The two previous times of us having sex to get me pregnant had triggered me into some of my worst nightmares as of yet, but last night, there was absolutely nothing. I hadn’t dreamed at all. A sense of accomplishment filled me. It felt like a small victory against the past and what my head made me want to believe about myself since the incident.

I knew there would still be bad nights and days. The past couldn’t just easily be shaken off, but I felt new hope that I could give my future a new, positive twist.

I went to Maximus’s bedroom. The door was open a gap. I knocked and stepped in, then froze when I spotted Maximus. He only had a towel wrapped around his hips and was naked otherwise. He was toweling his wet hair. I allowed myself to admire his body. He worked out almost every day, and it showed in every inch of his body, from his bulging biceps, over his broad chest to his six-pack and round ass. Even his tattoos hardly bothered me. They were artfully done, especially the forest scene on his right pec and shoulder: intricate firs and broad-leafed trees, a small meadow and a creek. It reminded me of the forest at his parents’ house.

Maximus raised his eyebrows in surprise. “I hit the treadmill early, so I had to shower again. What’s up?”

My face turned hot. His eyes took in my blush, then briefly slid over my body. I still wore my silk nightgown, which probably didn’t hide my hardened nipples. My body felt foreign in its newfound lustfulness.

“I’m still fertile…so…” I trailed off when Maximus’s expression hardened. Talking about fertility always pushed his buttons. I wasn’t sure why it triggered him so much. After all, I’d made it clear from the start that I wanted sex to become pregnant—even if I had enjoyed last night tremendously.

“Now?” he asked, tossing the towel he’d used to dry his hair away. I followed its descent to the floor. Maximus was such a slob.

I nodded. “If that’s okay for you?”

“I told you, I’ll do whatever you need me to do.”

He lowered his arms to his sides and waited for me to say something. I wanted him to enjoy it too. I didn’t want him to do it only for me. That was a new development I hadn’t expected.

“Then I want us to do it now,” I said firmly.

Maximus glanced toward the window. The sheer curtains protected us from the outside, but they let in the sunlight. “I can close the drapes if you want darkness.”

I quickly shook my head. “No, it’s fine this way.”

Even if having Maximus’s eyes on me was new and embarrassed me, it also added to the excitement.

“In my bed?” Maximus motioned at his bed. It was unmade, not that it mattered. For what we had in mind, it didn’t need to be made.

I smiled, feeling unsure how to proceed. Did Maximus want me to act?

He took the decision from me and came toward me. He lightly touched my waist as he lowered his lips to mine. I immediately stepped up on my tiptoes to make it easier for him. His tongue sought entrance and I closed my eyes. Soon he deepened the kiss while his hands massaged my waist. I wanted them higher and lower. I wanted them everywhere. As if he could read my mind, or maybe my body, one of his hands moved down and under my nightgown. My panties were soaked and when he slid his fingers under them to stroke my heated flesh a new wave of wetness pooled out of me. “Sara.”

His low rumble of my name when he felt how aroused I was only made me more desperate for more. Maximus took my hand and led me toward his bed. I sat on the edge, waiting for him to join me but instead he knelt on the floor and pushed up my nightgown. “Lie back and lift your hips.”

I did both and when he pulled my panties down, my body was already brimming with joyful anticipation.

Like last night, Maximus took care of me first. And he didn’t rush things either. With his head buried between my legs, his lips, tongue and fingers made me forget everything around me. My body was sweaty, and the spot between my legs swollen and soppy from three orgasms before he got to his feet again. He dropped his towel, and my lips parted in surprise at the sight of his erection. My eyes moved up to the tattoos on his shoulders and chest, wondering why I had been so against tattoos before.

Apart from the inked “Nemesis” on his hand, the Famiglia tattoos were the only words on his body:

Born in Blood,

Sworn in Blood,

I enter alive

and I’ll leave dead.

They were written in cursive on his left pec and the head of a pitbull adorned his left bicep. The forest scene that sleeved his right arm, shoulder and pec was my favorite. Though they were all beautiful tattoos and made Maximus look magnificent. I couldn’t imagine him without them.

Realizing how long I’d stared, I quickly scooted up, and he climbed between my legs. He was still careful as he slid into me, but soon his motions became faster and harder.

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