Stolen Moments In Time (Ending 6 of 6)

PARK RIDGE, NEW JERSEY
Artesia’s Residence

Artesia realized she was talking to Tristano’s bent head.

Tristano lifted his head, and pivoted his body to face her. He massaged the back of his neck with the cup of his palm.

“I let you down Artesia.”

He lifted her hand and placed it on the side of his face. He kissed her inner palm.

“There are no words to express to a man’s wife he failed her in a time of need. I swear, if I could take away the pain from what those bastards did to you, I would.”

Tristano dropped Artesia’s hand and pulled her to him. He hugged her and rocked her body within his embrace.

“Baby, I’m sorry, I will never let anyone, or anything come between us again.”

Artesia inched back.

“Tristano, I can’t do this with you anymore, I just can’t.” She stood and hurried to the door.  

“I’ll stop by your office tomorrow morning, and sign the divorce papers.”

Artesia opened the door.

Tristano stood and rushed over to the door. He closed it and laid his forehead against the back of Artesia’s head. He wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed her into his embrace.

“I need my wife. I cannot do this alone.”

“Tristano, according to you this marriage cannot not be saved,” she whispered.

Tristano hugged Artesia to him tighter.

“I never filed for divorce,” he rushed out. “Artesia, if you give this marriage one more chance, you won’t regret it. I can’t live without you; I’ve been despondent without your presence. Baby, your achievements should be my achievements. When you are down, I want to be the man who uplifts you. I want heirs produced from this marriage, and when we are old and gray, I want to be the man beside you in that rocking chair.”

Artesia turned around.

“That may sound good Tristano, but its empty results. That night when Michael nearly blackmailed me to sleep with him, I needed my husband’s arms. I needed your understanding; I needed your reassuring words. It sickened me as a woman to come to terms, I was nearly raped when I was a teenager, and facing a man who I gave my virginity too, an episode in my life I never once remembered. Let alone, I never expressed to my parents. Tristano you mentally hurt me, and I do not know if I could emotionally recover from that.”

Tristano pulled Artesia to him, and hugged her.

“Artesia I’m sorry. I love you too much to ever let you go, and if you will have me, just this one last time, and promise to keep me, this conversation will never hinder this marriage again, ever.”

Tristano hugged Artesia tighter.

“I can’t…you hurt me Tristano.”

Artesia tried to step back.

Tristano held on to her even tighter.

“Baby I need you; I want to be a facet in your life. Just have me again, for better, or for worse, richer or poorer. I promise I will uphold these vows to you from this day forward.”

Artesia inched her face up.

Tristano leaned his face down and kissed the tears rolling down her cheeks. He cupped the back of her head and extended the kiss. His lips scooted across her cheek. He whispered in her ear, “I love you Artesia, don’t shut me out, not this time, please.”

Tristano kissed Artesia on her lips again.

The tears on his cheeks mingled with hers.

Artesia’s lips trembled beneath his.

“Tristano…I’m scared.”

“Shh, just hold me, and never let me go. Baby, I promise this marriage will get stronger and better.”

Artesia hugged him and buried her sniffles in his fleece.

“I will always be here for you.”

He kissed her on top of her head.

“I promise.”

Tristano inched back, and leaned his head downward. He lifted Artesia’s chin and claimed her lips again.

Ooh his lips felt so warm on hers, so comforting.

Tristano kissed Artesia over each eye, her nose, and then her lips again. He kissed her fading tears away.

Artesia held Tristano around his hips tighter. He hugged her to him, and rested his chin on the top of her head.

“I’ve missed my wife, her smile, her laughter, but most of all, I’ve missed the soulful intimacy of this union.”

Tristano dropped his arms and stepped back. He swung Artesia up in his arms, and carried her to the bedroom. He uprooted her and lifted the tee-shirt over her head.

Tristano unsnapped Artesia’s bra from behind, snatched it off, and let it fall to the carpet. He leaned down and kissed a nipple. He stepped back and took off his sneakers.

Artesia unbuckled Tristano’s belt buckle, and then unsnapped the button; she pulled down the zipper, and then pushed his jeans down his thighs. She marveled at his lengthen and concealed hard erection, she weakened at the significance behind its impending foray.

Tristano leaned down and kissed Artesia on her shoulder blade. He inched back, and took off his fleece. He let it fall to the carpet; he quickly pushed his jeans down his legs and stepped out of them.

Artesia’s thumbs were already inside the elastic band of his jockey shorts.

Tristano assisted her and took them off. He kissed Artesia on her nose and linked his arms around her lower back; he hugged her to him with all his might.

“I was going out of my mind without you in our bed.”

Tristano covered her mouth with his. Artesia slowly inched back.

“I love you Tristano, I need you to always believe that, and yes, when we are old and gray, I want you to be the man in that rocking chair beside me.”

Tristano kissed her on the forehead.

“Artesia, I love you, and I will never give you any other reason to…”

Artesia captured Tristano’s lips. She slowly turned them around; she inched back and pushed him backwards on the bed.

“Someone told me you have another lover, huh.”

“Yeah, she’s young, gorgeous, intelligent, and a sought after New York power attorney.”

Artesia climbed on top of Tristano, and kissed his chest.

She leaned downward, and whispered in his ear, “Umm, does your wife know about this affair handsome?”

She tickled his earlobe with her tongue, and then suckled it.

“Oh… baby I...I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“Don’t blame me, if your wife’s pussy, keeps you coming back for more.”

Artesia lifted up. She grabbed Tristano’s engorged manhood, and flogged the opening of her womanhood. She eased it inside.

“Oh shit, you’re so damn tight.”

Artesia held Tristano’s hands above his head; she leaned her head downward, and kissed a nipple. She kissed his entire chest wall, and then licked over his skin. She moved her vaginal walls up and down his manhood.

“I love you Artesia.”

“Funny, I wonder what your wife will think of that.”

Artesia flapped her buttocks against his groin, hibernating his manhood.

“Oh shit, have mercy on this man.”

She stopped, leaned down, and whispered in his ear, “I do have skills that will tie you up all night Mr. Giordano the III.”

Tristano palmed Artesia’s hips and rotated the movement of her pussy on his dick.

Artesia leaned up.

“You are a very very bad boy Mr. Giordano the III.”

“Let me show Mrs. Giordano how bad this boy could really be.”

“All talk.”

“Before the momentum of this reunion gets too hot and heavy for the lady to handle. I need to inform you, I took a short vacation; I’m all yours until next week, as a matter of speaking. I have those two airline tickets to Florence, Italy, there; you could see what door that key unlocks.”

“Interesting. However, convince me, you should take your wife.”

She inched back and looked down into his eyes.

“You are aware you have some serious making up to do, and I mean tremendously making up.”

Tristano flipped Artesia over.

“Smooth move, handsome.”

“For starters. And I did hear you say you have skills, which

would keep your husband in this bed all night.”

“Uum hum, now come here and let me show you handsome.”


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