CHAPTER 6.

Matteo observed her for a moment; he couldn't help but survey her from head to toe. She looked angelic, ethereal, more beautiful than ever. Her parted lips invited him to taste them. He couldn't resist; he leaned in and sucked on her lower lip like a thirsty man, his tongue tracing the edge of her mouth. Again, he whispered in a hoarse voice, "My sweet Galata!"

He introduced his wet, warm, and eager tongue into her oral cavity, meeting hers, which timidly moved. Together, they danced an erotic dance to the rhythm set by the desire raging within him, with the overwhelming fury and force of a volcano.

Releasing her mouth, he moved down her neck, slowly tracing it with his tongue. On his palate, Galata’s taste was more intoxicating than any exquisite wine—sweet, delicious, intense, explosive. He felt his breathing quicken as waves of pleasure broke over his body. The woman let out a soft moan as she felt the man's tongue graze her delicate skin; heat burned within her, completely maddening her.

Matteo gently removed the top part of her dress, letting it fall to her hips. He did it delicately, as if unwrapping the finest gift. He lowered his head until he reached the sweetness of her breasts, tracing their contours, savoring one of her nipples, causing them to stand proudly like majestic crowns on her whitish, delicate breasts.

He sucked frenetically, drank like a thirsty man, nibbled like a hungry one eager to feed, while with his other hand, he massaged the other breast, which, envious of its twin, waited patiently.

A wave of heat propagated within both of them, impacting them with its force, like lightning in the midst of a turbulent storm, shaking their bodies as if they were tree leaves swayed by the wind's action.

"I desire you, my sweet Galata... more than anything in the world." Matteo lifted the lower part of the woman's dress and caressed her legs, his eyes darkened by desire.

A shiver of pleasure ran through Galata’s body, especially when her husband’s tongue outlined her areolas. When she felt that maddening warmth, she moaned anxiously. Her body began to sway invitingly, twisting with an imperative need and with excitement powerfully stirring within her.

Matteo spread her legs and inserted his fingers into her folds. For minutes, he caressed her sweet button, anxious to feel her tightness. The man's fingers were bathed in her special essence—enchanting, exciting, provocative. Unable to contain himself for another minute and letting himself be carried away for the first time by his emotions alone, he tore the garment that prevented him from tasting her sex. He leaned down and placed his tongue on her shaved triangle, where he drank her sweet and delicious elixir.

The man was immersed in these sensations, giving and receiving pleasure. His chest pounded frantically, and he felt a tingling sensation all over his body, originating from his lower abdomen and spreading like expansive waves throughout his being. He drank wildly, and when he felt he was about to explode, he pulled away, lowered his boxers, positioned himself between her legs, spreading them further to gain better access. However, seconds later he changed his mind, turned, and had her straddle him. He adjusted his penis and guided her down its entire length. She gasped with pleasure, feeling her tightness invaded by his thick and powerful rod. She was certain that this was completely different from anything she had experienced before.

Matteo guided her to move on top of him. She did so, first with soft movements, then gradually accelerating them. He brought his hands to his wife’s breasts and massaged them, never ceasing to gaze at her with desire. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, giving her a more seductive appearance.

Galata moved on top, as if riding a colt, while Matteo lifted his hips to meet her, until he felt her reach the highest peak of pleasure, amidst her moans and body spasms, with that drowsy look that provoked him even more. He continued to move his hips up and down, until the torrent of his seed bathed the inside of his wife's vaginal cavity.

However, to his torment, in the haze of his orgasm's enjoyment, a sad face of a tearful Helena crept in, making its way into his mind, causing him to feel a fresh wave of remorse, and stirring the confusion within him once more. He wondered if perhaps, just perhaps, he was in love with two women at the same time.

Galata fell into his arms, asleep, while he gently stroked her back. His gaze was lost in thought; he couldn't stop analyzing everything that had happened in the last few days, especially what had transpired that very day with Helena.

He was sure that had he learned the truth at the time it happened, he would have run after her, and today the outcome would have been different; he would have been able to be with the woman he loved. "Do I still love her?" he asked himself, unable to answer that question. Despite his desire to do so, he unfortunately had no clarity. However, that moment of passion he had just shared with his wife was unique; making love to her had never been as intense as it was now.

He caressed Galata’s belly, and the baby moved inside. A smile touched his lips, and despite his attempts to suppress his thoughts, he couldn't help but bring to mind the baby he would have had with Helena, now asking himself a thousand questions: "What would it have been like? Who would it resemble?" feeling sorrow for that unborn child.