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shaft. Dominic arched a brow at the slow tug she gave to
his cock. “You know what I want,” he said.
    “ I do.”
    She rose and plucked her nipples. He patted
her thigh for her to get on with it. Catalina turned with her hands
and knees so she could put her sex in his face while his erection
stood up in salute out of a nest of dark wavy pubic hair. Dominic’s
hands were warm and strong as they both slid up her thighs and drew
her further back so she could sit on his face. He played with her
first. His tongue stroked her labia then teased her clit before
dipping inside her hole.
    “ Dio mio!” she exclaimed.
Her mind nearly slipped into madness with the rush of pleasure
thrusting up her channel. Catalina rolled her tongue over the top
part of her lip and moved her ass in a circular fashion, absorbing
all he gave her. It was her job to give as well as receive. She
parted her lips to welcome his large cockhead into her mouth with
his tongue. And her baby was long and thick. His veined shaft slid
over her tongue, and she exhaled noisily out of her flared
nostrils, trying to relax herself to take him all the way to the
back of her throat. Catalina held him with her fist and her head
bobbed as she sucked him off the way he preferred, hard and slow
with no teeth. This was no easy feat. Her pussy convulsed with his
thrusting tongue and her clitoris felt like a lightning rod of
pleasure as it brushed over the prickly hairs of his unshaven chin.
Dominic released the familiar grunts and she increased the suction
and bobbing on his dick. She would suck and fuck him all
night.
    This is what love felt like. Second
chances.
     
    *****
     
    Mira heard the shower as soon as she entered
the room. She placed the baby monitor on the nightstand and checked
on Eve first. Their daughter slept peacefully. Mira pressed her
hand to her daughter’s little chest and felt no congestion with her
breathing. Maybe the worst of it had passed. God knows Zia had used
every home remedy from an herbal mixture with Eve’s oatmeal, to
cutting a large white onion and placing it in Eve’s crib to absorb
the fever and cold. In such a short time, Eve and she had both
become very dependent on Zia’s mothering. Mira had faith in the
homecare, but if Eve didn’t improve she’d be taking her to the
doctor.
    She left Eve’s room. When she opened the door
to their bathroom, a cloud of moist steamy air blew over her. He
had to be showering in boiling water for the bathroom air to be so
dense. Mira closed the door behind her and leaned against it. For
several long moments she stared at his form beyond the shower
glass. The suds rinsing down his broad back and smoothing the fine
hairs along his Adonis-like thighs made her heart beat a bit
faster. She shed her robe and removed her nightgown. Before she
stepped forward, the shower door opened, and his hand extended for
her to join him. Mira accepted his invitation and
entered.
     
    “ That’s my girl.” Giovanni tugged
her hand to draw her closer and eased the door to the shower closed
when she was his.
    “ Abbracciami .” Mira
whispered. She asked him to hold her. He brought her up against his
chest. There were no words to express how much he adored her.
Silent contentment stretched between them. Nothing was heard over
the rushing water out of the showerhead. And then he captured her
chin to draw her face up and she blinked at him with liquid brown
eyes he could drown in. “I have missed my Mirabella,” he smiled.
“ Sono allupata ,” I’m starving for you,” he said. “I can’t
wait to make you my wife. I think sometimes I forget how to convey
this without becoming an asshole. Do you understand my meaning?
Should we discuss what happened upstairs further?”
    She didn’t release him from the twinge of
guilt he felt over being stern with her. She met his gaze and held
it. And though he didn’t bother to voice his thoughts aloud, he
wished her to be submissive. The blame was his and the man who
raised