Chapter Seventy-two

Chapter Seventy-two
It was already night when Harry and I arrived home. We were both so exhausted that we immediately lay on the couch when we entered the living room. But we couldn't sleep like this, so I stood up and asked Harry to have a shower together. He smiled, stood up, and carried me to the bathroom.
Harry opened the bathroom's door, closed it with his foot, and put me down. I let him remove my wedding dress, and I removed his suit as well, until I was only wearing my black panty and bra, while he was in his briefs. I bit my lower lip, looking at him from his lips down to his broad chest, big arms, abdomen, and so on. His erection seemed to burst out of his briefs at any moment.
He looked at me, and I blushed. I knew I shouldn't since we've been together for a very long time, but every time I look at him, I feel like I become younger. He's still so handsome, so attractive. I still couldn't believe how lucky I am to have him as my husband. He stepped toward me, so close that I could feel his bulge between my thighs. It makes me scream inside. His hand travelled to my face and brought his lips into mine. He started kissing me hard, with so much passion, ravishing my mouth as if it belonged to him. I responded to his kisses, and it seemed like I'd awakened the beast inside of him. His hands went down to my back as he pressed his hard body against mine without letting my mouth go.
I gasped for breath when he finally let go of my mouth. It was my turn. I kissed him hard and exchanged positions with him. I continued kissing him until he leaned on his back on the tiled walls. I went down from his mouth to his neck, then his chest. I felt his hands on the back of my head, and he slightly pushed me down. I knelt in front of him, looking him in the eyes. He didn't say anything, but I knew he wanted me to do it. My hands went to his bulge. I lowered down his briefs, and his huge erection stumbled out to my face. I grabbed it eagerly and heard his moan before I could open my mouth. I licked the precum on the tip of his cock and looked at his face. He wasn't looking at me anymore but on his side. I put his cock in my mouth and started moving up and down.
Harry held the back of my head and pulled me close. I felt the tip of his cock touch the back of my throat as he thrust deeper, making me choke, wrapping his cock with my saliva. I gasped for breath as he let go of my head. I continued stroking his wet shaft in my hand.
"Ahhh yeah, that feels so good," he said. "Suck me, baby."
I opened my mouth and sucked him again. I used my finger to put his cock on his belly, and I licked his balls. "Yeah, yeah, suck those fucking balls," he groaned. I moved my tongue up and down again and again, then I deepthroated his cock. He groaned and grasped my hair. He fucked my mouth until I choked. I gasped for breath and repeated the process again, watching him lose his mind.
"Yeah, suck that fucking dick." He fucked my mouth. "Yeah, ahhhh... I'm coming, baby, ahhh... ugh!" He released his seeds in my throat. I swallowed them all and continued sucking him, making him scream in pleasure.
When I stopped, Harry leaned on the tiled walls. I stood up and kissed him. "Did I do that wrong?" I asked.
He opened his eyes and said, "Nope, you did it perfectly." He patted my head. "Now let's get into the tub."
After taking a bath, Harry and I went to the kitchen. He took a bottle of wine and poured me some. The whole house was quiet. We have given Vivian an off for tonight since it is our honeymoon. We enjoyed the wine and cake. Then we went to bed, as we were exhausted.
It was already 8:00AM when I opened my eyes. Harry was still asleep beside me, my hand on his bare chest. I love the way it moved up and down as he breathed. I moved my palm down to his abdomen to feel his hard muscles. He opened his eyes and smiled. "Morning, what time is it, darling?" He asked in a sleepy voice.
"It's 8 already," I said.
He sat up and kissed my cheeks. "I think we should make coffee."
Harry and I went to the kitchen and had coffee. Thereafter, we swam at the pool, and then we got ready to pay my father a visit. I know Harry doesn't like to do it. I remembered how he acted yesterday when my father joked about his death, but I understand. He was just being protective with me and would do anything to make me happy, even if he wasn't on good terms with my father.
We got into the car, the engine revving, and then Harry started driving. We stopped at our favorite restaurant and had breakfast before heading to the prison. The officers were generous enough to give me an hour to talk with my father when I told them about his condition. Every second mattered since I knew he might not last long.
I sat on the chair at the booth in front of my father. Based on his looks, I could say that his condition had gotten worse, as if he hadn't been sleeping these days. I wanted to convince him to undergo treatment, but I already knew what he'd say, and I didn't want him to waste his breath on me. There wasn't really much to say, and I couldn't look at him like this.
"Um, Father," I started. I didn't know why my voice trembled. "Is there something I can do for you?"
He looked up, meeting my eyes with his. "Nope, Georgia. You don't have to do anything for me. You've done enough already—" he trailed off. An expression of agony invaded his face as he grasped his head.
"Father, what's wrong?" I rose to my feet in panic. "Help! Help! Father, hang in there!" I didn't know what to do. My father was having a sudden headache in front of me, and yet, I couldn't do anything but watch, considering the glass partition between us.
The officers approached me and asked what happened. "My father," I said. And they immediately went inside and brought him to their health facility.
Unfortunately, we weren't allowed to go there. I went back to Harry and told him what happened. He helped me convince the officers to let us in to see my father, and they finally let us. They led us to their health facility, where my father was put to bed in a room. I already knew this would happen, but seeing it with my own eyes, I fell to my knees.
My father was lying on the bed; his heart had stopped beating. I hugged him, tears flowing down my eyes. I remember this feeling—that ache of losing someone you love. That ache of having no power to save them.
Harry approached me. He stood there. His hand on my shoulder. I looked at him in the eyes, sharing my pain. He helped me stand up when I'd lost all my strength and courage to face this life. He wiped the tears from my face and put his arms around me.
"It's okay, everything will be alright," he whispered. "I'm here. I won't leave you."
I hugged him tightly. He's the only one I have now, he and the baby in my womb. I swear to do everything to protect them.
At the funeral home, I couldn't look at my father. I felt like I could have done more. But now there was no point in thinking about it when it couldn't change the fact that he was gone. I knew he wasn't a good man, but I have forgiven him for everything, and I'm sure my mother and siblings have forgiven him too. Only God could judge him now.
At the shore, I let go of my father's ashes. He was finally with my mother and siblings again. I could hear their laughter and imagine them having a picnic at the grassland, by the lighthouse above the hill, while my siblings were chasing butterflies in a field of red poppies.