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“I want to make you soaking wet,” I whisper, nibbling on her exposed ear.
“I’ll fucking kill you if you don’t stop teasing,” she groans as my finger moves faster, flicking her Satan's bean up and down. She’s panting now, just how I like it. I take my hand away and use it to guide myself to her now sopping-wet hole. She tries to spread her legs as much as she can, but I like it tight, so I don’t mind that it isn’t much. I shift my weight and push into her slowly.
She forms a fist with her hand, gripping the duvet we’re on top of tightly.
“Sweet mother of Mary,” she growls.
I stroke her belly softly, “Gently, love.”
I start to move slowly, letting her build up that tension that I know will rip through her body. It’s hard, though, as my balls are aching for release, but I control myself. I cup her breast again, and she turns her head, and we kiss somewhat awkwardly as I move a bit faster.
I steadily move faster and faster as the minutes tick by, building us both up for a blistering orgasm.
Tori squirms next to me, touching her clit between her legs, then playing with her nipples and gripping the duvet tightly.
“You ready?” I murmur, kissing her neck.
She can’t speak, so she just nods hurriedly, and I move a bit harder, not wanting to hurt her but wanting to chase that release we’re both waiting for.
My balls tighten, and I bury myself balls-deep inside her pussy, reaching around to stimulate her clit. She shakes like she’s possessed as her orgasm rips through her, her eyes rolling back in her head as she cries out.
It takes a while but soon enough, we separate, and she turns over, resting her head on my chest.
“I’m not in labor,” she says after a few minutes. “So I think we’ll have to do that again.”
I laugh and kiss her head. “Let’s try the shower next.”
Chapter 29 - Vittoria
I hold Roman close to my chest. He’s a few weeks old, and I’m absolutely in love. I look out the car window. “Are we nearly there?”
“Yes, love,” Ivan says, stroking Roman’s head.
“I’m going to be so sick of introducing him by the end of the day,” I laugh. “Hello, thanks for coming. Here is Roman Sonny Volkov, have a nice day.”
“You wanted a huge party,” Ivan says with a smirk.
“Who is bringing Anastasia?” I ask.
“Aleks is fetching her after her hair appointment,” Ivan says, settling back.
I look out the window. My own hair is down. Anastasia has been teaching me all the best ways to wear it, and I can apply proper makeup now after watching some video tutorials. I look down at Roman, asleep in my arms, and stroke his face. “Have you ever seen someone so perfect?”
“Yes,” Ivan says. “You!” He kisses my head as the car pulls to a stop.
Evgeni opens the door and helps me out. We walk up the stairs to the front of the venue. I peek inside, and it’s decorated beautifully in black and blue. The decorations are perfect, and the tables are set out nicely so the families can intermingle and get to know each other properly. I know Arina is excited about meeting my father at long last.
Ivan gets me a chair to sit near the door, so people can greet me as they pass. I’m thankful no one expects me to wear heels or stand all day in them. Ivan walks off with Evgeni to have a cigar and talk business, which I frown at but don’t say anything. He comes back when the guests start to arrive, and they form a rather long line as everyone stops to ooh and ahh at Roman. The only person who skips the line is, of course, my cousin Alessandro, along with his wife, twins, and my father. Everyone lets them in front.
Alessandro shakes Ivan’s hand and excuses them both so they can talk. I shake my head, but Katya brings the twins to me.
“They’ve gotten so big,” I gush. “Can you believe they’re walking already?”
“I know, more like running around being chased by nannies,” Katya smiles. “Roman is gorgeous, Tori. You’re going to do a great job raising him.”
“That means so much to me. Thank you, Katya.” She leans down and kisses my cheeks before shuffling inside so the rest of the line can proceed.
Anastasia also skips the queue, but she gets a chair and sits next to me.
