Page 44 of A Sonata for the Fiery Lady
Oliver sighed heavily. He could understand very well why Melisa was so upset over the horrible experience. But he simply didn’t expect her to appear so hopeless afterwards.
“You see,” Signore Davone continued, “she was afraid of losing another child. She didn’t want to have to go through that awful mess again. It took time for her to be willing to try again, and I’m so glad we did. From that horror came our two beautiful daughters.” Oliver watched as Signore Davone smiled proudly. Oliver couldn’t contain his own smile as he regarded the older man.
“I just wish there was something I could do or say that would bring Melisa enough comfort to help her move on from all of this. In a way, I feel like I am losing my wife,” Oliver admitted. Oliver felt the hand of Signore Davone on his shoulder, a comforting feeling as he looked out over the sea.
“Fear not, my friend. This will simply be a moment in time compared to the rest of your lives together. Simply give it some more time,” Signore Davone advised. Oliver let out a deep sigh as he nodded his head a few times.
After a time, Signore Davone bid him goodnight. With the sun setting, Oliver knew it was safer below deck for the night. But, he wanted to wait just a little bit longer, hoping Signora Davone might have some sound advice for Melisa as well.
~*~
“Buona sera, mio caro,” Signora Davone greeted Melisa as the older woman came into Melisa’s cabin. Melisa had been laying down, lost in her thoughts, and so quickly sat up as she smoothed down her gown.
“Good evening, Signora Davone,” Melisa said with a weak smile. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
Signora Davone came to sit with Melisa on the narrow bed as she smiled kindly at her. “I am worried about you, Lady Quinn,” Signora Davone said.
Puzzled, Melisa asked, “But why?”
“Because you are not the young lady I met several months ago when we first sailed to Italy. My dear, I know you’ve suffered great grief, but I fear you will allow this grief to rule you for the rest of your life. And trust me,” Signora Davone said as she reached out and clasped Melisa’s hand, “I do understand how you feel. It was almost a year before I felt comfortable with intimacy again.”
Melisa released a sigh as she nodded her head. It was as though Signora Davone could read her very thoughts that had been moving through her mind just moments ago. “Indeed, Signora Davone, I am afraid of intimacy with my husband. I am afraid of going through this all over again,” Melisa admitted as tears came to her eyes. Signora Davone tightened her hand around hers as Melisa fought back another wave of tears.
“That is very understandable, my dear. Besides, it has not even been a fortnight since the incident. But you must not hold your husband at arm’s length just because you are afraid. After all, there is more than one way to pleasure a man,” Signora Davone said with a devilish grin. Melisa couldn’t help laughing, thinking this was one of the strangest conversations she’d ever had with a lady. But she and Signora Davone had been through so much together compared to normal ladies of society.
“So, when your husband does come to you tonight,” Signora Davone continued, “I want you to make love to him. Not like you once did because your body is still healing. But there are other ways.”
“I suppose you are right,” Melisa agreed as she looked up to her friend. “I’m sure Oliver feels horrible about the ordeal as well.”
“Of course, he does, my dear. Just because it was not his body does not mean he doesn’t mourn for the loss of his child. He needs love and comfort just as much as you do,” Signora Davone advised. She stood from the bed then, letting go of Melisa’s hand.
“Just because men are the tougher species does not mean that they were born without a heart. Make sure to show love to your husband always, my dear, even when your heart has been bruised by grief,” Signora Davone added as she dipped her head.
“Italians are so romantic,” Melisa said as she returned the gesture. Signora Davone laughed as she nodded her head.
“Yes, my dear. And also always true,” Signora Davone said. The two ladies parted with laughter as Signora Davone left her cabin. Once the door was closed again, Melisa settled back into the bed as she thought about what Signora Davone had told her. She was thankful for the older woman’s advice, to have gone through this with someone who understood the pain and grief of having a miscarriage. But it was also beneficial for Melisa to understand how to move on from this terrible experience.
She had to agree with Signora Davone that she was very much afraid. She was worried that by being intimate with Oliver again she would not only become pregnant, but lose another child. Melisa couldn’t fathom going through that all over again and was prepared to avoid it at all costs. But she knew that Signora Davone was right about the way Oliver was feeling as well. He needed as much love and comfort as she did. And though Oliver had been very loving and attentive to her, she’d kept him at bay in fear of him wanting to be intimate with her.
As Oliver came into the room, Melisa looked up at him and smiled. He returned the gesture as he closed the door and came to join her on the bed. Melisa didn’t say a word as she leaned over and kissed him soundly on the lips, wrapping her fingers in his hair. When she felt his arm move around her waist, pulling her closer, she didn’t resist. She allowed him to pull her closer to deepen their kiss, their tongues coming together as her hands started to roam his body.
Melisa was quick to loosen his shirt from his trousers, allowing her to feel the bare skin of his toned chest. Oliver moaned against her mouth as her hands sought him out, travelling over his bare skin and coming up his back to grab his shoulders. It had been so long since she’d been intimate with Oliver that she’d forgotten how much she loved the feeling of his skin and was surprised by how warm she was starting to feel.
Melisa broke their kiss then as she urged Oliver to lie down. “Are you sure about this, my love? I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” Oliver said as he obeyed his wife’s urges.
“I promise, Oliver. I want to show you how much I love you, but I will say there are certain things I’m not ready for. However, I know that there is more than one way to pleasure a man,” Melisa said with a wicked smile, causing Oliver to blush.
Without another word, Melisa undressed to her chemise, watching as Oliver’s eyes shone with lust. Then Melisa helped Oliver undress, planting kisses on his body as more skin was exposed. And once he lay naked on their bed, Melisa crawled on top of him, watching as his member sprang to life before her.
Melisa locked eyes with Oliver as she positioned herself over his erect member, her lips lowering to the head as his eyes grew larger the moment he realized what she planned to do. He let out a shuddering moan as Melisa opened her mouth and took his member between his lips, rubbing her tongue just on the underside of the hot flesh. Melisa watched as gooseflesh appeared all over Oliver’s body as she lowered her mouth still, allowing his member to fill her mouth.
Melisa was surprised by how salty his member tasted as she raised and lowered her head again, allowing her tongue to coat his member so that she could slip over him more easily. After a bit more, she raised her hand and gripped the base of his member, holding him still while she worked her mouth on him. She was enjoying the way she was making Oliver moan as his hips started to lightly buck into her mouth. When his fingers gripped the covers, she could tell he was reaching his peak.
She closed her eyes and focused on bringing her husband as much pleasure as she could. She bobbed her head with a quicker speed as she sucked and licked his member from head to shaft. It was an arousing experience for Melisa as she focused on the sounds Oliver was making until he started to grunt loudly, signalling to Melisa that his peak was coming. When he squirted into her mouth, she was a bit surprised by the new flavour, but was quick to devour it all in an attempt to bring him more pleasure.
Oliver leaned forward and pulled Melisa to his chest, panting heavily as he held her close, his member still twitching as Melisa settled beside him. “What did I do to deserve such a wonderful wife?” he asked aloud once he’d caught his breath.
“’Tis simply because you love me so,” Melisa responded with a giggle.
