Page 41 of The Vatican
My hands slid into the softness of her dark hair, and I held on as Ria’s mouth worked its magic, and she had me pushing up to meet her throat. “Baby…”
Ria worked my cock until I was ready to explode, and then she climbed up until she was straddling my hips. I watched through hooded lids as she sank down over my cock. My hands grabbed her hips, and we worked in perfect harmony to bring us both to the edge of what only we could do for each other.
Exhausted and spent, Ria was sprawled out on my chest, my fingers making random patterns across her back. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” I teased.
“It’s your favorite way to wake me up, so I thought I’d return the favor,” she teased back.
“That wasn’t a complaint, mind you,” I clarified. We’ve been married six months already, and we were still insatiable in bed.
Things have also gone back to a relatively normal life for what is normal for us. Ria worked things about with everyone, and everyone’s done their best to move past it all. It helped that Ria seemed genuinely happy, and if she felt her marriage was lacking, she didn’t show it.
“I forgot to tell you,” she piped up. “I found a paper with names listed in the FB column and names listed in the CB column.”
“Jesus, that girl,” I grumbled.
“Seems she was right,” Ria chuckled. “I think getting me pregnant is the only way to stop her.”
“Where was your name listed,” I joked.
Kind of.
“Under FB,” she replied. “Besides, Cira has to know I’d never go against the man I love.”
My entire body still underneath her.
The man I love.
I knew she could hear my heart start to thunder underneath her ear. “So, I take it you’re done punishing me?”
Ria sat up and stared down at me. “I think I am,” she whispered.
“Say it,” I commanded.
“I love you, Francisco,” she breathed. “I’m pretty sure I’ve always loved you. I just wasn’t sure if you loved me.”
I took her face in my hands. “And you believe me now?”
“That’s the thing,” she said. “I don’t need to believe you. My love for you is enough.”
I flipped us over until she was pinned under my body. I stared down at the stubborn girl beneath me. “Tell me what you need? Tell me what to do, Luca,” I begged. “I’ll do anything.”
“Nothing, Francisco,” she replied. “You’re doing everything perfectly. I’ll get here eventually, but I just wanted you to know that, even if I don’t, my love for you is enough for me. It’s enough to set me free.”
“One day you’re going to believe me,” I vowed.
She smiled. “One day, I just might.”
Instead of fighting a battle I knew she had to conquer on her own, I said, “How about we work on those kids to get Cira off my back?”
Ria laughed. “I was hoping you’d be on board with that plan.” She reached up and touched my cheek. “I’d love nothing more than to have a dozen little Benettis with you.”
“By the time I’m done, believe that our kids are going to be able to say their father loves their mother more than anything in the world,” I told her.
“Then let’s get going with that plan,” she whispered.
“Let’s,” I agreed
I spent the rest of the night making her wish a reality.
We ended up with six kids: four boys and two girls.
Cira ended up giving up on her plan to overthrow us men.
And it only took two years before my wife finally came up to me one night and told me she could finally feel it.
Finally feel what it was like to have a marriage like our parents.
The End.
