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couldn't stand to see any child's learning affected because of the school's and their families' finances."
                "Well, that was very generous of you. Very generous."
                Elza nodded. "A woman with a big heart. I like that."
                Benito, sitting next to me, squeezed my hand under the table.
                After we'd all enjoyed tiramisu and coffee for dessert, Christina and Enzo left to get little Marco home to bed. Not long after, Benito said that we should be heading home as well.
                I turned to him and spoke in a low voice. "Maybe after I help your mother with the clean-up, though."
                She heard me and waved a hand dismissively. "Nonsense. I don't mind doing the tidying myself at all, and I want you two young lovebirds to go enjoy the rest of your evening."
                She wrapped me in a hug before Benito and I left. "It was wonderful to meet you, my dear. I'm overjoyed that my son has found such a lovely woman."
                I hugged her back. "Thank you, Elza, and thank you for your hospitality. Thank you for making me feel so welcome."
                "You are always welcome."
                Benito gave me a smiley little wink from behind his mother's back.
                An hour or so later, he pulled me close and began kissing me the moment after I'd shut my apartment door.
                I kissed him back, giggling a little. "I'm so happy right now I could fly."
                He chuckled, picking me up in his strong arms and carrying me into my bedroom. "I have to admit, I'm feeling very much the same. And in fact, right now, I think I could fly us both to the moon and back."
                He set me on my bed and peeled off his thin, black cashmere sweater, revealing his well-defined chest, dark hair lightly covering the broad expanse. After running my hands over it, I pulled him on top of me, and we began kissing again, hungrily, our tongues dancing, flicking,  teasing.
                Before long, after every stitch of our clothing lay in a heap on the floor, I rolled Benito onto his back, straddling him but not taking him inside me yet, making him groan.
                "Felicia. Felicia, my beauty, my love. My queen."
                He reached up and began stroking my hardened nipples, and I choked back a moan, his name on my lips.
                "I love you. I love you and I always will."
                Arching my back, I slid my slick womanhood along the length of his rock-hard shaft, my breath coming in gasps. With a low growl, he took my hips and positioned me to take him inside of me. We cried out in unison on the slide in. And soon, our voices rose even louder while I rocked myself against his hard thickness, sliding him in and out of me, until we both reached a mind-shattering completion.
                Afterward, Benito took me in his arms, murmuring words of love in my ear.
                My second-to-last thought before drifting off to sleep was how my relationship with him just could not possibly become any more perfect. My last thought was wondering how long that perfection could last before something happened to throw a wrench in it.
     

Chapter7
     
    The next morning, while we snuggled in bed, I asked Benito if things going really well ever made him nervous.
                He caressed my arm, his thick dark hair in a tousled semi-Mohawk from the night's sleep. "What do you mean?"
                "Well, I guess I just mean like, when something is going so well, when something is going so perfectly, like our relationship, and you're completely happy, just...the happiest you've ever been, does it ever just make you feel like...just like you have this low-level undercurrent of nerves running through you?"
                "Are you