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The erotic bliss takes us into its claws and we both cry out with it.
He grips harder on my hips, it hurts like hell but feels so damn good too, better when he thunders into me spraying hot, virile cum into my body. Warm and electrifying.
We both enjoy the high. It’s tingling over my body from head to toe, inside and out. All over and all around me.
When he pulls out of me, he turns me back to face him and gasps for breath.
His lips come down hard on mine and the taste of me in his mouth arouses me all over again.
We kiss but I know this night will be filled with so much more.
* * *
The worried facesof my family were the first to greet me when I went home this morning.
Guilt washed through me when I saw them.
It’s with me now as I tell them I’ll be spending a month with Gabe.
I make it sound exactly like that, like I’m going to spend the month with him.
Because realistically I am.
It’s my choice and his terms were clearly laid out to me when he gave me the option.
Life and possibilities beyond belief, or death. Death all around.
He would have killed Tobias and end up getting himself killed too.
So this is the ball in my court and it feels right.
We’re in the living room sitting together as a family. The living room that used to be the sitting room. Pa told me that after Freddo, Tony and Abuelita were killed in there, they moved what they needed inside here and closed the original living room door.
Closed off the memories of death the room was filled with.
It was the next best thing they could do because they couldn’t move.
Pa has an arm around Ma on the larger sofa and Cordelia sits next to me on the smaller one.
“Will we see you?” Ma asks. A tear slides down her cheek.
“Of course.” I nod and Cordelia takes my hand. Hers is shaking.
Everybody is shaking because this morning I not only told them I would be staying with Gabe for the month but I gave them a rundown of what happened with Tobias, and to do that I had to tell them everything else too.
All that Antonio did to me… and the other men.
When I told them though I gave a fuller recount than I gave Gabe.
My good senses told me not to tell Gabe more than I did. What I’d told him so far was enough, he knew all the gruesome parts.
My family just knew that and the in between.
I’d held on to the nightmare for so long, bottling it all inside me, so talking had that freeing effect again.
“I want to come every week and see you, maybe a little more.” I give Ma a smile and she looks hopeful. “Maybe you’ll get tired of seeing me.”
“Never, sweet girl,” Pa answers. “Never. You do what you need to, we’ll do what you need.”
