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“Do not rush yourself, Alessia,” Jenna said a kind smile on her face. “Take it one day at a time, and everything will work out soon. You know you can always count on us. Right?”
“Yeah,” I replied. “Thanks for always reminding me. I’ve got to go now, girls. Thanks for all your support and love. I will stay in touch.”
They waved goodbye, disconnecting one by one. I took a deep breath, lying back in bed as a thousand thoughts rushed through my mind. My father and brother would definitely overreact to the fact that I was pregnant without a ring on my finger, not to mention a wedding. It went against everything they wanted for me and their stupid traditional values.
They would also flip when they found out that it was casual sex that led us to this point. We weren’t even dating, nor did Michael have any sort of commitment to me. They would lose their minds. It was archaic and annoying, and I wanted to avoid it as much as possible, but I could not run from Father and Enzo forever. I arose and got into the shower. It was going to be a very slow day today.
I headed down the stairs to grab breakfast and was surprised to see Michael on the couch, his laptop in front of him. I had wrongly assumed he would be out working today, but it looked like he had chosen to work from home.
He wore a different tank top from the day before and sweatpants. The blue light from the screen reflected off his horn-rimmed glasses. His arm muscles bulged, and his back muscles looked ripped through the tight-fitting tank top. His laptop looked entirely too tiny and out of place next to this specimen.
I flashed back to all the paintings I had made of him, with sultry memories breathing life into my head. I grew red as I watched him. He was a beautiful creation and the most attractive man I had ever met. All l wanted was for him to pin me to the wall and do terrible things to me. I blushed uncontrollably and considered running back upstairs until the urge passed.
Michael looked up from his laptop suddenly. He narrowed his eyes at me, then set the device down and walked toward me. The last thing I wanted was Michael standing too close to me. He placed a hand on my hip and put a second on my neck to check my temperature, his face knotted in worry. “Alessia, you look pale. What’s wrong? I’m sorry I did not ask earlier, but are you experiencing pregnancy symptoms? Is there any way I can help?”
I felt embarrassed by his attention. How could I explain that my condition was more sexual than medical? “Actually, no. I have not experienced the usual symptoms associated with pregnancy.” I chuckled nervously, his hands still touching me, making my color rise. “That was how I missed being pregnant for so long.”
“Oh…” he said, looking me over. “You’re one of the lucky ones then, aren’t you?”
“Yeah… I guess I am…” I averted my eyes from his gaze. My heart beat as fast as an Indian drum, and I could hear my pulse throbbing in my neck where he touched me. My urges were on turbo drive, and he was killing me with little effort.
“So what’s the matter with you? Why do you look so sick? You look as red as a tomato.”
I looked sideways, not trusting myself to look into his hypnotizing gray eyes. “It’s you. This is all you.”
His hands grew stiff on my body, and I heard him draw air sharply. I turned to look into his face and saw the look of concern disappear. It was immediately replaced with a savage, hungry visage. He held my gaze quietly, breathing deeply. The passion oozed out of him, enveloping me like a warm blanket.
For three months, I had tried to find a spark of what I had shared with Michael in Milan. I searched and failed to find even a shadow of the storm that was Michael Gates. And here he was again, his breath hot on my skin like liquid fire. I felt all my worries and uncertainties about our future disappear. All I wanted was him. Nothing else mattered.
I felt clammy between my legs while my mouth watered in mindless anticipation. Michael's eyes pierced through me, searching my soul. He smiled as he found what he sought. He shot at me with the speed of a deadly snake, and my lips parted in time as he wrapped his firm arms around me.
Colors blossomed in my mind as his mouth melted and became one with mine. I felt whole in his embrace. I could not believe I had walked away from this. He grunted pleasantly as his hands toured my body.
He picked me up gently, holding me up effortlessly as if I were weightless. Without breaking the kiss, he led me up the stairs to his bedroom. His footing was sure, his body full of tension as taut as a drawn string.
He kicked the door to the room open and dropped me gently on my back. He took his tank top off in one fluid motion, then stepped out of his sweatpants. I felt my breath catch as I took him in. I had come to know every inch of his body by memory, and I was excited to see that it was still as perfect as I remembered it.
He sank down to his knees, crouching up to me as slowly as a dangerous cat. His sleek body moved in one sinuous, unnatural motion. He lifted my dress slowly over my head, discarding it over the side of the bed.
He stared at my naked body for several moments, mumbling quietly to himself. Ever so slowly, he lowered his mouth to my neck, taking his time as he kissed me, nibbling gently on my soft skin with his canines. I shuddered with pleasure and squeezed my eyes shut. I wanted to tell him that all I wanted was his massive cock filling up my insides.
I bit my tongue instead. I knew how Michael loved to work, or so I thought. He was a man who took his time, savoring every curve and pleasing his mind first before pleasing his body. The worst thing about it was the anticipation of pleasure. I was already so wet I could feel moisture dribbling down the crack of my butt. How much more readily do I need to be, you damned man?
He worked his way slowly down my body, massaging my skin softly as he kissed, working with both hands. It felt glorious to be under his touch again. I closed my eyes, giving myself to the experience.
Michael spread my legs gently apart with his knees, then slid down until his face was level with my groin. He ran his fingers slowly through my sensitive nub, sending shivers through my body. A low moan escaped my lips as he lapped my wetness. I had missed this: his precision and skill with his tongue.
He grabbed one of my breasts, gently squeezing as he rubbed against my clit. He looked up at me from between my legs, his eyes glowing wickedly. I grabbed a handful of his sleek hair, forcing his face between my thighs, rubbing it through the sleek wetness at will. He made no resistance and allowed my hand to lead him as I chose.
“Oh, Michael,” I whispered, arching my back. “How much I have missed you .”
He ate quietly, his grunts mixing with the squelching sounds coming from my wetness. I stiffened as I pressed his face into me, cumming with his face buried inside me. Through my jerks and spasms, he stayed put, not protesting.
When I collapsed limply on the bed, my chest heaving, he climbed up to regard me. His face was completely wet, and some dripped down on my chest. He had a satisfactory smile on his face as he watched me.
He adjusted his position, placing his cock at the mouth of my slit. “How is this going to work? What with you being pregnant and all?”
“I suppose you can go slowly for a change?” I asked between breaths. “Think you can manage that?”
