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Chuckling, he shakes his head. “It’s for your memory alone. Come on, I’m starving.”
After dinner we make up a grocery list for Karen together. Enzo starts laying down the law: I leave work by five unless I’m with a client. As soon as I get home I lay down for a nap. Even if I’m not tired, I lay down with my feet up. We’re in bed no later than ten o’clock, and no more work on the weekend, period. I argue if there’s no more weekend hours for me, then there shouldn’t be any for him. I’m shocked when he nods in agreement, I thought he would argue more.
“It makes sense to start doing this now rather than waiting for the baby to come. For both of us.”
I can’t believe I’m yawning as I agree. It’s only been three hours since I woke up.
“Bedtime.” Opening my mouth to argue, I close it when I see the heat in his eyes. I nod, Enzo tugs me close, then his mouth is on mine. I’ve missed this so much. Without any memory of how we made it to our room, Enzo is undressing me.
“I do believe you’ve been a bad girl not taking care of yourself. That is too important to let pass. A spanking is in order, my sweet, and I don’t think ten will cut it.” My panties become drenched in anticipation.
Ripping my shirt in half, he smiles as he sees my breasts heaving, nipples tight and hard for him. Ah, yes, oh god they’re more sensitive than the last time, so good, so fucking good. Long laps, he teases me with his tongue then longer sucking, deeper and deeper until I swear I can’t take it anymore. Then he stops and I scream, only quieted by him moving to my other nipple. No please, I need your cock, please, please it’s been too long.
But he doesn’t stop, again and again and then oh god it happens again, I break apart into millions of tiny pieces. My body is still shaking when Enzo flips me over the edge of the bed. There’s no warning before the smack, no demand to count it off, one cheek, then the other, back to the first one then the other, oh god why is this so fucking awesome? Wrong, this has to be so wrong only it feels so good, no, good doesn’t come close to—oh god, my ass is on fire. When it stops I’m desperately grinding against the bed, I give in and try to rub my own clit. My wrist is grabbed and pulled behind my back. Enzo, please.
“No, angel, bad girls don’t get to rub their clits. You come when I allow you to come.” Oh yes, his fingers push into my weeping pussy, only for them to disappear seconds later. I’m wondering what he’s doing
when those fingers invade, there. Oh my, a deep breath is all I’m allowed before he’s pressing deep into me. I never thought it could feel as good as it does. I never thought I would want him to not stop fucking me with his thick fingers, or that I would press my ass out, begging for more. Rubbing my breasts into the bed, I moan, asking for more.
“How sweetly you ask. I can’t deny you.” His fingers are gone. I turn to see him taking a small bottle from the bedside table. My mouth waters as he coats his cock with the lubricant. The fingers are back, slipping inside me easily, while his other hand goes down to the small of my back, holding me in place. Ah, so good, please, I plead. Before I realize the fingers are gone, it’s there, his hot cock pressing into me. A gasp escapes—his cock is much thicker than those fingers. The first few inches slip inside without pain, and I moan for more. He gives it to me: slowly his cock presses deeper, then deeper and oh god it stings, no, I can’t, it’s too much.
“Yes, you can. I’m inside you, I told you your body was made for me, I’ll fit, always.”
Hot, so hot, he’s burning into me. I can feel every bit of him. I’m trying to breathe deep then his fingers are there on my clit, gentle, insistent pressure again and again and I’m coming and now I realize Enzo is fucking me and it’s amazing, awesome, unfucking believable, I’m fucking him back moving against him, more, more, faster, deeper I’m chanting there’s no slow build, no warning before my climax slams into me. Too much, too painful, I’m shaking, grabbing at the bed, grasping for something solid to hold on to. Until I feel it: Enzo coming, spilling scalding hot come deep inside me and I swear I come again from the sensation. Then the world goes black around me.
25
Chloe
The next few days follow a schedule according to Enzo, until Friday morning when for the first time in forever I wake up before him.
I’m already waking up early most mornings to pee, but at least I can usually fall back to sleep easily. Only this morning I’m having trouble with Enzo so close, bang in the middle of the bed where every night he holds me close. On my side, facing Enzo, my eyes won’t close for long, I’m too happy he’s beside me. With a sigh I turn onto my other side. I’m still really sleepy, it’s only four in the morning. It’s not working; I can’t sleep.
I startle when Enzo’s arms go around me, tugging me up against him spoon fashion. Hm, this is nice. Gradually, I fall back asleep.
Coming awake slowly, I’m surrounded by heat. Weird, I feel like I slept for another three or four hours yet I first woke up at four, only an hour before Enzo wakes up. I turn in his arms. “Good morning.”
He chuckles. “More like afternoon.”
“Afternoon?”
“It’s a little after eleven.”
Bolting upright, I check the clock. Holy crap. “What? Work, why aren’t you at work?”
His hand wraps around my wrist, pulling me back into his arms as I lay my head on his chest. “Every time I tried to let you go, you did this frowny thing and moaned. After a little while I couldn’t bring myself to try again. I managed to get ahold of my phone to text Pauline to let her know I’m taking a day off. I called Dante for you, he’s fine with it, he said you were due a day off.”
“You’re taking the day off?”
“It happens, not often, but I figured we never had even the long weekend we were supposed to. Let’s take our long weekend now, we can hang out in the pool, go to the opera tomorrow night. How does that sound?”
“You’re just trying to get me naked in the pool.”
“We can wait until it’s dark for that.” He kisses me until I’m dizzy with love, with hope.
Over the next few weeks, we’re back to those weeks before everything went to hell. I try to stamp down the mean voice that tells me it isn’t about me, Enzo is worried about the baby. It doesn’t matter—I’ll take his care and attention any way I can get it. We have date night at least three times a week, we go to exhibits, the theater, the symphony, we have Dante and Bethany over and go over to their place for movie nights. We’ve invited Adam and Russell several times, but they are busy with their remodel and application to become foster parents.
Then we get to our twelve-week appointment. The doctor is happy with everything she sees. I’m back to once a month. Enzo gives me privacy so I can change back into my clothes. I walk out of the exam room to hear Enzo yelling. He’s done what he was told to do. His whole day revolves around making sure I eat, sleep, that I’m not stressed; now can the doctor tell him if the baby is safe?
