Book 2: Chapter Eighty-Two - A Sweet Moment Of Love

Book 2: Chapter Eighty-Two - A Sweet Moment Of Love
This time, the kiss was hungrier and more passionate than earlier. It had finally sunk into their brain that they found a second chance with one another. It was truly a blessing that a few fortunate ones had. After losing all hopes of reuniting with one another, they just couldn’t get enough of the other. The entire world ceased to exist around them. It was just the two of them and their feelings for one another. 

“I don’t know how I lived without you, Emilia!” he said, at least breaking the kiss and pulling her close to his chest. She could hear his heartbeats pounding inside his rib cage. 

“It still feels like a dream, Matteo. Do you know we have a baby girl? She’s now five!” 

“Yes, Mariella?” Amelia gaped at him with a surprised smile on her face.

“How did you know about her?” 

“I met Mama, Marco, and Viola before you arrived.” 

“Oh, that was why Viola called me five times when I was in Mariella’s school.”

“Will Mariella accept me? I kinda look scary now!” said Matteo with a rueful smile.

“Of course she will. She has seen all your photographs. You don’t look scary at all. Maybe a little unwell and weak, but not scary,” she said, raking her fingers through his long hair. They had grown, and he had to keep them tied up in a man bun. The last time he had trimmed them all by himself, but it ended up in a disaster! 

“You need a haircut too.” 

“Can you help me? I don’t want to go to the hairdresser right now!” 

“Sure. I’ll give you a refreshing shower as well.” Matteo’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he eased himself off the bed. However, a frown soon appeared on his face. He wasn’t confident she would like his body now. He has lost all his muscles, his aura. All that was left was a bundle of bones and scars. 

“You can just give me a haircut. I’ll manage the shower. Why don’t you make a hearty lunch for me instead? I haven’t eaten a proper meal in years.” Amelia smiled, not realizing his inadequacies. 

“Sit here then.” She set about giving him a haircut. It wasn’t something new to her. She was used to giving Genelia and Ryan haircuts when they were younger. The crash course in personal grooming and beauty she had completed when she was eighteen came in handy after all these years. 

“There, done!” she said, with satisfaction. Matteo smiled at the transformation. He looked much better now. 

“Wow! You’re better than a professional hairdresser!” Amelia blushed and cleaned up the mess. 

“I’m glad you like it. Now get going. I will prepare lunch and go to Mariella’s school to pick her up. You can come along too. She will be happy to see you.” 

“Mama wants us to go back to Sicily with her. They’re all planning to hand in their resignations today. Don’t you want to talk to her school? We will leave in a couple of days,” said Matteo. 

“Oh, that soon? I’ll talk to the school today.” 

“I can come along if you wouldn’t be inconvenienced,” he said, making her look up at him with worry. 

“Why would I be inconvenienced? I’ll be the happiest mom on earth! I want you to play an active part in our lives, Matteo. Especially in Mariella’s life. She needs her dad!” Matteo gaped at her and pulled her closer. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind now how much she cherished him. 

“Umm. Do you still want to help me shower?” he asked, hesitating a little. 

Amelia smiled and followed him into the en-suite. “What do you want me to do?” she asked with a shy smile on her lips. 

“Close your eyes, Emilia! You won’t like the way I look now.” His vulnerability tugged at her heart. Didn’t he know how precious he was to her?

“No, Matteo. I want to see you. I want to feel you in my life. It doesn’t matter to me how you look. You’re precious to me. Your body will fill up soon and your mind will heal in no time, but the moments we lost will never come back. Don’t you think we should start making up for the time we lost?” 

Matteo nodded and pulled her closer into his arms. “Yes, cara. You’re right. I’m dying to reconnect with you. I’m dying to make love to you just like we used to!” he whispered, caressing her cheeks, and her hair longingly. 

“Then what’s stopping you, caro?” she gently eased the shirt off his body. The clothes he wore looked too loose for him. They hardly looked like they belonged to him. “Who’s clothes are these?” 

“Donovan got them for me. The clothes I had on were soiled when they rescued me.” 

Matteo got rid of the last of the clothes that covered him and awaited her reaction. She kissed his neck and his chest, going downward to kiss every inch of him lovingly. It only made him more aroused than he already was. “Don’t, please. I’m having a hard time restraining myself. Let’s shower first and take this over to the bedroom!” 

“Mmm, are you sure you don’t want me to touch you?” she teased him, but he growled and pulled the clothes off her body. 

“I want you to join me in the shower.” 

Amelia smiled and stepped into the shower cubicle with him. Water cascaded down their bodies and Matteo groaned with agony. Soon she started rubbing the body wash all over him and he closed his eyes to control himself. It had been so long that he knew he wouldn’t last long. Her single touch was enough to make him spill his seeds before getting any action. She had just washed the soap off his body when he grabbed her. 

“My turn,” he growled, rubbing the body wash all over her. His erotic strokes on her body made a tremor of need course through her. 

“Matteo, I need you, please,” she whispered, closing her eyes as he continued to torment her. 

“I know!” he washed the soap off her body and wrapped a towel around her. It was after ages that someone bathed her with so much love. Matteo quickly dried himself and grabbed her hand to help her out of the en-suite to the bedroom. There was excitement in the air, an unmistakable electric charge that drove them crazy. It would be a union they wanted for five long years. Could they rekindle the magic they used to share? 

Amelia lay down and opened her arms out for him. He eased on top of her slowly. A tremor of electricity shot up his body at the skin-to-skin contact. It was strange that he didn’t feel mentally ill at all. In her company, he felt calm, normal, and happy. All signs of clinical depression he had been experiencing for the last five years completely left him. Now he waited eagerly to live every second of his life with her. 

He kissed her lingeringly, trailing his lips down her body, evoking a blaze of fire in its wake. Amelia moaned with pleasure at the slightest touch. It had been so long that it was difficult to control their release for long. Both needed it badly. Matteo touched her slick folds and found her ready for him. He loved how her body always reacted to him.

It made him even more aroused, his throbbing shaft now painfully hard and erect. “Spread your legs for me, Tesoro,” he whispered, kissing her neck, marking her again. Amelia was too eager to do his bidding, and he entered her juicy folds in a single thrust. In their excitement, they forgot to think about protection. The urge to feel embedded inside her tight folds was so much it didn’t occur to him at all. He build up his pace, while his hands roamed over her curvy flesh, stroking and squeezing with need. Her body had matured after childbirth, and it was more desirable than ever before. 

Amelia ran her hands through his hair, and he shivered from sheer pleasure. He built up his rhythm, pumping into her tight folds. He had stopped believing in the Almighty, in heaven, in the last few years, but now he did. For him, this was the most heavenly moment of his life. Reuniting with the love of his life when he had given up all hopes of her. It made him start believing in God, in destiny! 

Their eyes locked as she found her release. Matteo didn’t last long and spilled his seeds right inside her juicy, glistening folds. At that moment of their sweet union, unknown to them, a life started deep within her. He held her close, his breath coming in gasps as he embedded his face into her neck. They lay there for a few minutes to catch their breath. None of them wanted the moment to end. 

Amelia’s glance fell upon the bedside timepiece, and she jumped up in alarm. “Oh, my God! I have to make lunch and go to Mariella’s school to fetch her.” 

“You’re not alone in this, babe. I’ll help you with everything!” It was a sweet promise and he intended to keep it. Now he would be a part of their lives!