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“With good reason, tesoro, paradise waits for no one,” I rasped, running my hands on her thighs and spreading them wide. Rough hands. Soft skin. Sandpaper on velvet. I could smell her cream already. She was always on edge, a single touch was sometimes enough to set her off. I imagined it would be the same with the next pregnancy, even though I knew I had to give her time off to continue her studies.
I stopped the path my hands were on just before her pussy, earning a frustrated growl from her.
“Patience is a virtue you seem to miss these days.” Moving my hands away, I slid them to her back and unzipped her dress, sliding it down to her waist and finding, to my disappointment, a bra hiding what I sought.
“Pfff…. Why do you bother with these?” I muttered, unhooking the fragile lace thing and letting it drop on the floor.
“Because they are twice the size now, and I can’t have them bouncing around freely.”
“Why not? If it was up to me, you wouldn’t be wearing a stitch.” I caught the skin behind her ear. “Just my dick inside you… All. Through. The. Day.”
She bit her lower lip, her pupils enlarged. “You and your words,” she murmured huskily, “If only we didn’t have staff….”
“Let's get rid of them,” I offered.
“As if you would.” She laughed.
My heart clenched, a feeling I hadn’t known before sneaking up on me. Watching her laugh was beautiful as much as it was frightening because I never wanted her to stop laughing. Always mine. Always happy.
“What?” she whispered.
“You are so beautiful today, so much more than yesterday….” I croaked, a heaviness in me carrying emotion. I ran my rough thumb over her soft cheeks.
“A.k.a fat, ugly, and—”
I shushed her by slamming my palm on her mouth.
“Beautiful. Breathtakingly gorgeous…. Although,” I murmured, “something tells me you will outshine this tomorrow.”
Letting go of her mouth, I grabbed hold of her face, pinning her with my eyes. “You are me, I am you. We are one. Ti amo, mia cara,” I whispered.
She lifted her head to the ceiling. “And the man says he’s not good with words.” She grinned when she picked my expression up. “Ti amo, my darling,” she whispered back.
I loved the Italian falling off her lips. She had the hottest accent I’ve ever heard. I sank onto her breast, big, swollen with nipples twice the size because she carried my child inside.
The day I hadn’t bothered with a condom was probably the moment I fell in love with her. This woman took me and my child and turned us into a family.
To this day, I kept the business of Cosa Nostra apart from her. I couldn’t bear the darkness overriding her innocence nor that of my daughters. The goodness in her I never wanted to see being reduced.
“Antonio.” Her broken voice, heavy with lust, revived me out of my thoughts. Taking two fingers, I thrust inside her, finding her oozing with thick cream coating my fingers. I had a plan. Involving some mangoes. But the sight of my wife distracted me again. Next time, I promised myself, feeling her body shudder in between her breasts. She jerked her hips, keeping pace with my thrusting fingers, her nails digging painfully into my back.
“Arggh…. Don’t stop, don’t stop…. Arggh.” She shook in my arms as she screamed out her release.
I dropped my shorts hurriedly. She wasn’t the only one who had been going commando. Even before she came down off her climax, I thrust inside, a groan escaping me. I gave her a shove, pushing her to rest her back on the island. She put her hands behind her and held onto the other side as I pounded inside her, thrusting deep and hard. How did she make me feel like a teenager fucking for the first time? Every time. “Fuck,” I hissed, gritting my teeth as I tried to hold on. I swear she took my control and chucked it out the window. Every single time.
I grabbed onto a full breast and squeezed firmly. So fucking sexy, this woman, mine, only mine.
I withdrew and went in and out so deep my balls brushed against her pussy, giving her just the right amount of sensitivity to send her screaming to her second orgasm.
Her muscles clenched around me, dragging me in, spurting batch after batch of cum inside her as I came growling.
I heaved and tried to get my breath under control again. She smiled a private smile only I knew too well. Slowly, painstakingly taking deep breaths, I watched the rise and fall of her heavy breasts, my cock stirring.
There were no secrets between us. It was quite obvious she held the strings to my heart, with a smile driving me to do whatever she wanted.
I might be the consigliere. But with her, I was just a man bowing to my woman.
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