I pull Serenity into my arms. “Do you want to watch a movie in a little while?”
She kisses my lips. “Yeah, sure.”
“That tone tells me you want to watch my dick slip in and out that pussy.”
She throws her head back and laughs. “Yeah, that’s what I really want.”
My timer sounds, and I turn it off.
Our eyes land on the pregnancy test together.
“Two pink lines,” I say.
I jump off the counter and pull her up into my arms. “We’re having a baby.”
She curls her arms around my neck. “Another little Pitucco is coming,” Serenity giggles.
I know I have to keep her busy. Because if she focuses on the baby growing in her belly, she could panic.
I carry her into our bedroom. “How are you feeling?”
“Nico, I’m fine. I figured I was pregnant. My breasts are sensitive. And the morning sickness started the other day.”
I place her on the bed and drop to my knees. Our eyes lock.
“I’ve got you, Serenity.”
“I know.” She palms my face and slides her tongue past my lips.
Deep down, I know she’s not okay. But I’ll do all I can to help her through this. I tug her bed shorts down her thick thighs. And she moans into our kiss.
“Nico, we’re having our second child. I can’t believe it.”
“Serenity, I can.” I press her down until her back lies flat against the mattress, then rise to my feet.
I shove my briefs down and my cock springs free. My wife licks her lips and opens her legs, giving me the best show. Kicking my briefs aside, I peer down at her glistening pussy.
“Do you see how badly I want your dick?” she purrs.
Stroking my length, I flash a devilish grin. “Looks like you’re in desperate need of an orgasm.”
She bats her eyelashes, tugging the corner of her purple-painted lips between her teeth. “I need at least two.”
We laugh.
“I can handle that.”
Sliding over her body, I wrap an arm around her back and lift her to the head of the bed. She showers my face with kisses. This is the affection I missed from her. No other woman could ever give me what I craved. Only Serenity. I tug the tank top over her head and toss it on the floor. My mouth and hands are drawn to her breasts.
“Be gentle, Nico.”
“I will.” As I stroke one breast, my tongue circles her taut nipple.
Her greedy fingers tease my cock between us.
“Not yet, Mrs. Pitucco.”
“Nico,” she moans.
