Page 130 of Please, Forgive Me
“Diego, you really have changed,” she said softly, almost as if speaking more to herself than to me.
“I had to, Maria Gabriela,” I said, stopping and turning toward her. “And all of this—this transformation—none of it would’ve happened without you.”
She looked at me, her eyes reflecting the sunlight and something else. Something that might have been hope.
“And where do you go from here?” she asked, holding my gaze.
“Wherever you’ll let me,” I said honestly. “I’m not here to pressure you or push you into anything. I just want to be part of this—your life, their lives. I want to be the best father I can for Clara and Arthur. And if you give me the chance… I want to be the man you deserve.”
For a moment, there was only silence. Then she smiled—a smile that gave me more hope than I expected. And as Clara came running toward us with a fistful of seashells, I realized that, for the first time, I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
“I’m ready to try…” she whispered.
In the dim light of the room, illuminated only by the soft glow spilling in through the window, I watched Maria Gabriela lying beside me. She was, without a doubt, the woman of my life.
The past few months had brought us closer in ways I never could’ve imagined, and now, all I wanted was to make her happy—the way she deserved.
I reached out, brushing my fingers along her cheek, feeling the smooth warmth of her skin. Her eyes met mine, shining in a way that made my heart race.
“Maria Gabriela,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “You’re the woman of my life—the reason I want to be a better man. I promise you, I’ll never disappoint you again.”
She smiled, just a small curve of her lips, but it lit up the whole room and completely disarmed me.
Without thinking, I leaned in and captured her mouth with mine. The kiss hit like a spark—urgent, hungry—like we were trying to make up for all the time we’d lost, every second suddenly too precious to waste.
Our mouths moved in perfect rhythm, tongues meeting in a desperate, heated dance. Her breath mingled with mine, ragged and full of longing. I could feel the warmth of her body against me, searing through every inch of my skin, igniting something deep inside.
My hand traced a slow path down her body, following every curve until I reached her waist. I pulled her closer, pressing her against me. She moaned softly into the kiss, a sound so sweet, so teasing, it unraveled whatever control I had left. Her hands slid up my back, nails scraping lightly across my skin before tangling in my hair, pulling me even closer, like she couldn’t stand the thought of any distance between us.
I kissed her harder, nipping at her lower lip before taking her mouth again, deeper this time, more urgent. Then my lips trailed down her neck, scattering hot, lingering kisses, sucking gently at her soft skin until I heard her sigh—a breath of surrender. Her taste was intoxicating, her scent mixed with desire dizzying enough to make me lose myself completely.
Time seemed to stop. There was only us—every teasing glance, every spark that had ever passed between us—culminating in this, in breathless kisses and touches that tore quiet moans from deep in our throats.
When there was no more space left for barriers, our clothes fell away one by one, forgotten on the floor. Each piece revealed more skin, more need, more urgency. My handsroamed across her body, memorizing every inch, every curve, like I was tracing a map that belonged only to me.
With every garment that hit the floor, our breathing grew heavier, rougher. Our bodies, already pressed together, became pure need. I kissed her with a hunger I didn’t know I had left in me, devouring her mouth as my hands explored her bare skin—gripping, caressing—drawing out sounds that drove me wild.
She arched when my lips moved lower, down her neck, across her shoulders, until I took one of her breasts in my mouth. I sucked gently, then harder, while my hand massaged the other, pulling from her a sharp, breathy moan that was almost a plea. Her nails dug into my back, urging me on, pulling me closer still.
“Diego…” she gasped, her voice trembling, pleading.
I guided her gently back onto the bed, following her down, covering her body with mine. Our hips met in a hard, perfect fit, and I could feel how much she wanted me—wet, ready, aching. The friction made us both moan at once, the sound swallowed by another hungry kiss.
My hand slid between her thighs, parting them, finding her heat. She arched instantly, a rough moan escaping against my mouth. I teased her with my fingers—slow at first, then firmer—feeling every tremor ripple through her. Her breathing quickened, her moans rising higher, pushing me to the edge.
When I couldn’t wait any longer, I positioned myself between her legs, the tip of me brushing against her entrance. She whimpered, impatient, tugging at my back.
“Please…” The word came out as a breath, thick with need.
And then, in one smooth motion, I slid into her. The heat, the tight, velvety pressure pulled a guttural sound from my throat as she arched beneath me, moaning my name. I stayed still for a heartbeat, savoring the feeling of being inside her, completely surrounded, before I started to move.
The first thrusts were slow, deep, as if I wanted to carve every detail of this moment into both of us. But soon the rhythm grew faster, harder, each thrust drawing louder cries from her, mingling with the sound of my ragged breathing.
Her hands clutched at my back, my shoulders, anywhere she could reach, holding on like she was afraid to lose herself. I kissed her again, biting her lips, sucking her tongue, moving faster, harder, until our bodies met in a frantic rhythm that consumed everything around us.
The pleasure built between us, hot and unstoppable. She cried out my name again, her body trembling beneath mine, shattering in waves of release as she clung to me like the world was falling away.
A few seconds later, I gave in too, thrusting deep as the orgasm tore through me. A low, raw groan escaped my throat, and I collapsed over her, still inside, breathing hard, our bodies pressed tightly together.
