Beatriz
My parents are the last ones to head for the door. My mother, Marisa, adjusts the shawl on her shoulders and pulls me into a tight hug, full of love and care.
"Lunch was divine, sweetheart. And your husband…" She glances sideways at Miguel, who waves from across the room, and smiles with a gleam in her eyes. "He really spares no effort to see you happy. You can tell from a mile away how much he loves you and protects you."
"I know, Mom. I'm so lucky," I answer, feeling my chest swell with pride.
My father, Jose, walks over right after with his hands in the pockets of his dress pants. His gaze, always sharp and analytical from decades in the courtroom, softens completely when it lands on me. He wraps me in his strong arms and presses a tender kiss to the top of my head.
"You made the right choice following your own path in law, Bia, and building this beautiful life. Seeing you fulfilled is all I've ever wanted. Be careful with that new car, okay?" He teases, drawing a silly laugh out of me as he gives my nose a gentle squeeze. "Take care of yourselves."
They get in the car and I stand waving at the gate until the vehicle disappears down the tree-lined drive of the gated community.
When the last car passes through the main gate and silence finally settles over our house, I let out a long sigh, mixed with a smile and exhaustion, but happy.
"Finally, alone." Miguel's voice comes from right behind me.
Before I can turn around, I feel his strong arms wrap around me from behind. He pushes my hair to one side and buries his face in my neck, breathing in my perfume deeply, making me close my eyes as a shiver runs through my body. His hands slide up my abdomen, pressing flat against my ribs, pulling me back to press even tighter against his broad chest.
"You were the most perfect hostess in the world today. But I spent the whole day wanting to do this," he murmurs, his voice lower, rough with desire.
"Yeah? The whole day?" I tease, tilting my head back, asking for his lips.
Miguel doesn't answer with words. He spins me in his arms with urgency, pressing me lightly against the entryway wall. His eyes are two dark embers. When his mouth sets the rhythm, the kiss is deep, possessive, the kind that makes me lose the ground beneath my feet and forget my own name. His hands slide down to my thighs, lifting me effortlessly, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist.
He carries me up the stairs without breaking the kiss for a single second. Every step toward our bedroom seems to set the air around us on fire. Miguel lays me on the bed with extreme gentleness, as if handling the most precious jewel in his collection. He positions himself between my legs, bracing his weight on his forearms so he won't hurt me.
"You look so beautiful in this dress, Bia… But I want you with nothing on," he whispers, his nimble fingers sliding the zipper down along the side of my body.
He pulls and the linen fabric glides off my skin, leaving me exposed to his devouring gaze. There's no room for insecurity between us; five years of marriage gave us total intimacy. My hands find the hem of his shirt, yanking it off in a rush, needing to feel the heat of his skin against mine. When Miguel sheds his clothes and comes back to me, the contact of our naked bodies makes my heart race.
He kisses me with adoration and I surrender completely. His large hands caress my curves, sliding down my hip, tracing paths of fire across my skin. Miguel pays attention to every detail, to every sigh of mine. He stops for a moment, just to look deep into my eyes, brushing a strand of hair from my face. He leaves wet kisses on my neck and moves lower to kiss my breast, licking, giving delicious little bites, sucking hard and making me moan. He looks at me and his expression is pure lust and desire.
Within seconds I feel his hot breath on my pussy. My whole body shivers and trembles in anticipation. I feel his thick finger massaging my entire length. He growls when he realizes how badly I want him. A small cry escapes me when he sucks his own fingers.
"Fucking delicious," he whispers. And he eats my pussy like he needs it to stay alive. He knows how to drive me crazy to the point of begging for him. I come in his mouth moaning his name. And he sucks my clit even harder.
"I need you, Miguel," I plead, pulling him toward me.
When he enters me, the outside world ceases to exist. It's a total surrender, an intense rhythm that dictates our connection. I feel completely filled, loved, and safe in the arms of the man who built a fortress to protect me. Every touch of his, every whisper of love against my skin, reinforces the certainty that we are indestructible. I give myself without reservation, trusting my entire life to that man who swears to love me forever with every thrust. We reach the peak together, wrapped in the warmth of our bedroom and the certainty of a happy future.
Minutes later, the adrenaline starts to fade. I'm lying with my head on Miguel's chest, listening to his heartbeat gradually slow down. One of his hands traces lazy circles on my bare back.
"I could stay like this forever," I whisper, savoring the laziness of a Sunday afternoon.
Miguel doesn't answer right away. The caress on my back hesitates for a fraction of a second. I feel his chest expand with a heavy sigh, and his eyes are fixed on the ceiling, looking distant.
"Miguel?" I lift my head slightly to look at him.
He blinks a few times, as if coming back from a faraway thought, and then smiles. A smile capable of making my heart race to this day. Then he presses his forehead to mine.
"I'm just tired from the week, my love. The Grupo Matarazzo has been taking up more of my time than I'd like lately. But don't worry."
I smile and hold him tighter, burying my face in his chest again. His exhaustion is perfectly understandable; after all, leading a brewery empire isn't an easy job. I trust him blindly and I know that in my husband's arms, I'm exactly where I should be.
I feel the gentle stroke of his fingers in my hair slow down little by little, while Miguel's breathing grows heavy and steady, lulled by sleep. I glance up and see he's already asleep, his expression serene, that protective look I love so much.
I nestle even closer against his warm body, feeling a deep peace flood my chest. Our day was perfect, our family is together, and the man of my life is right here, holding me as if I were his greatest treasure.
I close my eyes with a smile on my lips, completely grateful for the life we've built together, and let myself drift off to sleep, cradled by the absolute certainty that we are the happiest couple in the world.
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