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I walked up to her and held her tightly by the hips. She ground her ass into me and I could hardly contain myself any longer. I entered her with a sharp thrust as she was holding the bathtub edge securely; her gasp being my reward for filling her. I moved slowly, enjoying every single inch of movement. In and out. Deeper and deeper.

"More. Faster," she moaned, arching her back and turning for a kiss. I bent forward and our tongues mingled, increasing the intensity of our connection. I gathered speed, essentially fucking her thoroughly, leaving us both breathless, until she cried out.

As we moved together, it felt as if every nerve ending in my body was alive and tingling. The sensation of Simone's body against mine was intoxicating, driving me wild with need and desire. Every touch, every caress seemed to turn up the intensity, until I was teetering on the edge of something I couldn't quite grasp.

"Oh, god! I'm coming," and with that, her body shuddered against my dick, and I held myself inside her, feeling each glorious wave after another.

"Let go, Simone," I urged, my voice rough and strained. "I've got you."

And with that final push, the dam broke. The waves of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me breathless and trembling in their wake. I held her as if I was her lifeline, her anchor in the storm.

As my heartbeat slowed and the world came back into focus, I could feel her pressed against me, spent and sated; her eyes closed as she reveled in the aftershocks of our encounter, her body leaning on the bathtub.

"Simone," I whispered, bending my head to meet her gaze. "That was incredible."

"Beyond words," she agreed, her voice still shaky from the intensity of the experience.

I leaned over to pick her up and cradled her in my arms while kissing her lips, her cheeks, her neck. She made an appreciative noise, enjoying the attention I was paying to her.

"How about we have a bubble bath?" she suggested. I nodded and reached over to the amenities and found the bubble bath to pour into the running water and swirled it around to encourage the bubbles.

We both slipped into the water, facing each other, our legs on either side of the other's body.

"Aaahhhh," she sighed. "This is so nice. And, I have to say, it's so nice to be here with you. It's pretty incredible."

I murmured my agreement, enjoying the relaxing time in the water.

When we got out of the water and wrapped ourselves in our robes, we collapsed into bed and fell into the deepest, unworried sleep that I have had in a long time.

Chapter 13

Simone

"Simone, are you sure about this?" Hugo asked, his deep-set brown eyes filled with concern as he glanced over at me, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel. I swallowed hard and nodded. "Yes, it's important to me that my grandmother knows that I’m getting married. Even if it’s a little rushed."

Something flickered across Hugo’s face – an emotion I couldn’t quite place. Did I imagine it looked a little like longing and regret? Or was that just wishful thinking?

"Alright." He gave me a reassuring smile before turning back to the road, his dark hair falling across his forehead. "Then let's do this."

As we pulled up to my grandmother's house in the suburbs of Milan, my chest tightened with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. The familiar pale-yellow exterior and the bloominggarden seemed inviting, yet I couldn't shake the feeling of trepidation as I stepped out of Hugo's sleek black car that he had rented for the day.

"Ready?" Hugo asked, coming around to my side and offering his hand. His touch always sent warm tingles down my spine, but today it also brought comfort, grounding me at the moment.

"Ready," I whispered, taking his hand.

We walked up the path to the front door, past the vibrant roses and fragrant lavender bushes that reminded me of the countless summer days spent here during my parents' divorce. The pale yellow exterior was the same, if not a little more faded. My nonna had been there for me and my brother Seth when our world was crumbling apart, her warmth and love providing solace during those turbulent times.

The door opened before we could even knock, revealing my silver-haired grandmother with her bright blue eyes sparkling like sapphires.

"My dear Simone." Nonna grabbed me in a warm hug. She was shorter than I remembered. "Oh, how I've missed you and your brother." She turned her attention to Hugo. "And you, you used to be such a little troublemaker, such apiantagrane. But look at you," she reached up and grabbed him by the ear, pulling him across the threshold, "now such a fine young man. Tall, handsome. Who would have known?" She chuckled as if she told herself a little joke.

"Nonna," Hugo responded, rubbing his ear, "so nice to see you again."

"Come, come. When you were kids, you would just run inside and jump around. Now you're shy. Stop it." She walked in front of us, waving us to follow her. Hugo and I shared an amused look, as we knew we didn't have much choice but to follow.

"Sit. Sit down. You sit there and you sit there." Nonna settled into her large floral rocking chair, the same one she has sat in foryears. I called it her reading chair because that's where I knew I could find her at the end of the day. I would sometimes sit at her feet and she would read me a little bit of what she was reading. Often it was a book of poetry and sometimes it was the local paper, but we had some wonderful times in this room.

Hugo and I sat dutifully where she had indicated. Both on a different couch, facing each other with the reading chair forming the "head". The coffee table in between held her old coffeepot and a plate of biscuits. As a child, Nonna showed me how to prepare the coffee and how to set out the biscuits. Only one biscuit per person. Any more was too indulgent, but not banned. She used to tell me that if she was enjoying the conversation, she would offer another cookie. If not, she would keep the cookie tin hidden. I leaned back and saw the edge of the cookie tin under the table, where she used to tell me to put it. I set many a coffee table for her, and so it was kind of neat and nostalgic knowing that today, I was the guest.

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