Page 256 of Vita Mia

Giovanni cupped her face. “Focus on me. Try to focus.”

She squeezed her eyes shut tightly. “Maybe it’s just a dream. Maybe it all was a dream and I will wake up.”

“Stay with me Bella.”

“Noooooooo,” she groaned. “Get out of my head!”

“We both failed. You’re right. We can fix it. It’s not too late.”

She opened her eyes. “You’re real?”

“I’m a piece of shit. Yes. I’m real.”

“I loved you Gio. How could you do this to me?”

“I’m sorry Bella.”

She wept.

“I was half the man you made me before you came into my life. And in that prison I had time alone to really understand what was important. Really important. It was never me. It was you and the kids. I had to protect you and the kids. The harder I held on to you the more you suffered. I loved you and the kids enough to let you be free. But I’m a fraud.”

She stopped crying and stared at him.

“I’m no hero. I didn’t want you Bella, to be free. Not really. I wanted you to have your grief so I could stay in your heart. So I wouldn’t be replaced. I’m weak Bella. Five years and I’ve gone crazy without you. I should have never come back. I vowed to myself I wouldn’t. But I couldn’t do it. I need you Bella. Forgive me. Please. I’m begging you. I want my Bella back. You’re strong. We’re strongest together.”

“Okay,” she said in defeat.

“I know Bella. I don’t deserve any of it.”

Her arms lifted to his neck. His arms lowered to circle her waist. He kissed her. The urgency that swept them both away pushed down the grief and their lips parted.

“No more meds.”

“I need them,” she said. “They help me. It’s a process.”

Giovanni looked to the floor and the pills. He closed his eyes and tried to think through it. Mirabella held on to him.

“We’ll get you back to the doctor. I’ll fix this Gio.”

“Okay,” she said softly.

“Let’s not tell anyone yet, let’s not scream or fight anymore. Let me be your husband again, right now. For a while. Let’s get strong. Together. Don’t fight me.”

She pressed her face to his chest and closed her eyes. She let go a deep sigh. “Whatever you say.”

Giovanni led her back to the bed. Her hand lowered to his belt and she unbuckled it then lowered his zipper.

“No,” he stopped her hand. “I want you to get better.”

“This will make me better. This will make it real,” she said and yanked her hand away. Tears did continue to slip down her cheeks but she wasn’t sure if they were for happiness or sadness. She felt both emotions so keenly she couldn’t tell them apart. Mirabella reached into his boxers and felt his erection. She exhaled and closed her eyes as she stroked it. She kissed his bare chest. Giovanni rubbed the back of her head. He turned her to the bed and put her back down on it. She scooted back with her hands and the push of the heels of her feet. She never took her eyes off him. A small part of her still believed she was caught up in some hellish dream and at any moment he’d disappear. His trousers dropped. He was nude. The scars to his body were battle scars. She loved and wanted to know the story behind the healing of each. She stared at him as he crawled toward her. His lips brushed her knee and his tongue swept her left thigh. She parted her legs and lay back on the pillow. He pressed a greeting kiss to her sex before lowering his body and burying his face between her thighs. It was the first touch of his tongue on her sex that shocked her the most. It shocked her with a renewed reality.This was real. It was really real.Mirabella laughed within her madness through her tears. Then his tongue slipping in and licking between her walls caused her body to quiver, and the laughter ceased. She moaned in deep pleasure. Her hands gripped the already crumpled bed sheets.

She let go a stressful cry until she felt her inner defenses melt.

“I’m sorry Bella, I can’t wait,” he panted. She stared up at him. Without warning he pushed his cock into her with the thrust of his hips. And he sank into her with little resistance. His pelvis rocked against hers and she desperately tried to hold back her pending climax of excitement. He dropped on her and gripped both buttocks and squeezed.

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IT WAS ALL HE COULDdo to keep from releasing that very moment. Fiery heat consumed every inch of his dick and her cunt contracted around him in a vice-like squeeze. His mind swam with emotions. He loved her, he adored her, he needed her, he hurt her, he lost her, he wouldn’t lose her, he’d make her forgive him, he’d make her forget. He was on overload. His thrusts became manic without control. He loved her so hard and fast the mattress springs screeched in protest. He squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head on her shoulder. He kissed it as his hips swirled and the best of sensations were found deep in her wetness. It had been too long. Gripping her hips tightly he pounded pure lust into her. Like a demon possessed he took over and she arched beneath him as she cried out for mercy. That was enough. That was the breaking point. He could deny her nothing. He let go his seed and bit down on her shoulder as his body was hit with sledgehammer hard aftershocks. And she clung to him without complaint.

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