“It’s okay.” It’s not my wife’s fault I have hangups. “How about I help wash the… hard-to-reach places?” I suggest.

“Oh, and what places would those be?” Aria asks me.

I pick up the loofah and squirt her bodywash on it. The shower fills with a fruity aroma. I fucking love the smell of her. “Here,” I reply as I begin lathering up her breasts.

“Mmm, I think I can reach those.” She sighs.

I run the loofah down Aria’s stomach, straight towards her pussy. My favourite place on earth. “Here?” I ask as I rub at her cunt.

“Mmm, I can reach there,” she tells me, her hands gripping my upper arms.

“Doesn’t matter. This is mine. Which means it’s mine to clean.” I drop the loofah, replacing it with my fingers. Slamming two right into her tight, wet opening.

“Oh shit, Santo,” Aria moans. “We… we… don’t have time for this.”

“We always have time for this, darling.” I smile again, loving the way her features twist up with pleasure. My fingers pump in and out of her faster until she’s coming all over my hand.

* * *

“You know, it’s your fault we’re late.” Aria turns and looks at me as we walk up the front steps of my brother’s house.

“Actually, it’s your fault,” I tell her.

“How so?” Her brows raise at me in question.

“If you didn’t have such a fantastic pussy, I wouldn’t be addicted to it and I wouldn’t be trying to fuck it every time I get in the same room as you.”

“Oh my god! Santo, no. Just no.” Aria shakes her head at me.

I shrug. “I’d rather be at home continuing what we were doing than be here right now.”

“This is your family,” Aria scolds.

“Our family,” I correct her.

“And I love them. I love these big family dinners. I never had that growing up, and I’m really glad that our future kids will have this too one day. Family dinners, cousins to run around with…”

“There won’t be a single thing our future kids won’t have,” I promise her.

“Having things and having love are not the same. I would pick love over everything else,” she says as we walk through the door.

“Uncle San, Uncle San.” Luciano comes running up to me. Bending down, I pick up my nephew and smother his chubby cheeks with kisses while he laughs.

“Hey, you’re late,” Daisy says, taking her son from my arms. “Again.”

“It’s his fault.” Aria points at me.

“Mhmm, sure.” Daisy smirks. “Come on. Gabe is getting hangry and neither of you has to live with him.”

“You chose this life,” I remind my sister-in-law.