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“Better?” I smile before I kiss her forehead.
“Much better.” She looks up at me and smiles back looking satisfied.
I kiss her one more time before getting a good hold of her and carrying her out of the shower toward my bed.
“What are you doing?” Her arms cling around my neck as I carefully lay her out on my bed.
“I’m not finished.” I sink onto my knees and lower my head between her still-soaked body. I scissor two fingers to open her folds before trailing my tongue through the center of them. Looking up over her round stomach and seeing her watching me, as she builds up more of that pleasure, makes my cock hard to the point of pain. Then as she loses control and throws her head back, I rest my hands on either side of her belly to keep her grounded.
She soaks my tongue and lets my entire house staff know that she’s coming for me again and as she winds down and catches her breath, I climb back up her body and take hold of her jaw.
“I love the way you come for me,” I tell her, as my cock finds its place back inside her. This time I make sure each thrust is slow, so I can appreciate the way she looks as she takes them.
Her eyes open back up and focus on mine as I ensure she feels every inch of cock I fill her with.
“That feels nice,” she tells me, dropping her eyes from mine so she can look between us. Her hands slide onto her belly as if she’s becoming appreciative of it, and I place my hand over hers as I kiss her.
I don’t see hate in her eyes when she looks back up at me and smiles, and for a split second, I consider telling her thetruth. I could lay out my sins right here and try to make her understand, but the fear of seeing that hatred in her eyes again stops me.
Things seem perfect as they are, and although my wife may never love me, today has proven that she needs me, and that’s way more than I’m worthy of.
MADALINA
“Why do you look so miserable?” Dario asks as steps into the living room and finds me on the couch.
“Let me think about that for a minute.” I stroke my hand over my ever-growing stomach and roll my eyes. “I feel like the size of a house and still have at least four months to go. I’m not getting any sleep because these babies don’t stop wriggling around and I’m married to an arrogant asshole.” I try shifting myself into a more comfortable position.
“An arrogant asshole who has arranged a party for you.” Dario looks pleased with himself.
“I don’t want to celebrate my birthday this year, it doesn’t seem right.” I shake my head.
“Your father wouldn’t want you to think like that.” He frowns at me as he takes a seat beside me.
“Well, it is how I feel. Besides, I don’t want to have to perform. It was bad enough last week when I had to go to that awful luncheon. Every single one of those women had a horrific birth story they couldn’t wait to tell me.” I feel another flutter in my lower stomach.
“You shouldn’t listen to them. Everything is going to befine, and when these little ones decide to come I’ll be right there with you.” He pats my belly affectionately.
“That day seems so far away.” I throw my head back against the couch. I expected to be a little bigger since I’m carrying twins, but I didn’t expect to be so big, so fast.
“I like this look on you,” Dario circles his palm over my bump. “ If it were up to me I’d keep you constantly knocked up—Woah!” Dario’s eyes widen at the exact same time that one of the babies moves. “Was that…?”
“You felt it too?” I stare back at him in excitement.
“I did.” Dario quickly shifts position so both his hands are on my stomach and after a few seconds when I feel more movement, he looks up at me and laughs. “They are getting stronger.” His thumbs stroke me affectionately.
“I should think so, the amount of space they’re taking up.” I let a smile lift my lips, I can’t even pretend to be miserable, at a moment like this. Dario looks so happy and it proves, among everything else he does, how much these babies mean to him. It’s time I started looking forward to this next step. And, as much as I hate to admit he’s right, my father wouldn’t want me to spend my days sitting around feeling sad.
“Can you arrange a car for me? I was supposed to be meeting Lorna for lunch today but I canceled on her again. I miss her.”
“Sure. I can get you a table at The Vineyard too, they do the best gelato in the city.” Of course, he uses the fact I’m obsessed with the stuff, right now, to try and tempt me to the restaurant his family owns.
“Sounds perfect.” I shrug, not even letting myself get annoyed by how overbearing he can be, we have a long way to go and I get the feeling he’s going to get worse.
“You make the reservation and I’ll go find somethingto squeeze into.” I take his hand and let him help me off the sofa while he presses his phone to his ear.
“Madalina,” I stop and look over my shoulder when he calls out to me.
“Thank you.” He has a serious look on his face and I have no idea what exactly he is grateful for, but I smile at him anyway
