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“I still can’t believe it,” he said. “When you told me you weren’t pregnant, it felt like I’d lost the Stanley Cup. I’ve never known disappointment like that.”
“I felt the same,” she admitted.
Elio closed his hand over hers, lifting it, kissing it. “Gianna,” he said, his lips brushing her knuckles as he said her name.
“Yes.”
“Take off the rest of your clothes and get on the bed.”
Finesse went out the window as the two of them quickly undressed. They’d left too much unsaid when they parted at the cabin, and they’d suffered for it. Forced to lock their feelings away, uncertain if their fondness, their affection, their desires were returned.
Even now, in the face of everything they’d said to each other, Gianna still struggled to believe this was all true. That it would last.
She’d been left alone by too many people she loved—abandoned by her mother, cheated on and dumped by Sam, and while her grandmother didn’t choose to go, she’d felt the loss of Grandma Mary most of all, essentially orphaned at twenty-one.
Once they were naked, Gianna climbed on the mattress, Elio following. She turned, laying on her back, as he caged her beneath him, on his hands and knees.
Gianna ran her hands over his chest, taking the time to explore his body. Every time they’d come together in the cabin, there’d been this underlying sense of urgency, as if they knew their time was limited. As such, she hadn’t truly taken the time she wanted to look at him, to learn his body. There was a thin scar on his shoulder she hadn’t noticed before. When she ran her finger over it, he said, “Took a high stick during a pick-up game in high school. Split the skin enough that I needed a few stitches.”
Elio gave her the time she needed to look, mainly because he was studying her as well. He stroked a spot just above her hipbone.
“Birthmark,” she whispered.
His fingers drifted back to her stomach, and she smiled. She hadn’t been able to stop rubbing her belly either, her hands drawn there as if she could feel the life that was growing inside her.
Elio lowered himself, resting his weight on his elbows, so he could kiss her. They took their time with this as well, their tongues touching playfully, a game of hide-and-seek. His lips were soft at first, but they soon grew hungrier, drifting away from her mouth to her cheek, her ear, her neck, then downward to her breasts.
She hissed when he sucked on her nipple, roughly.
“Yes.” She’d loved his breast play at the cabin, but this time was different, more potent. Her breasts were more sensitive to his touch, every stroke of his tongue, pinch of his fingers, nip of his teeth more pronounced. “That feels so good.”
Elio played with her, building her arousal slowly but steadily. Especially when he drifted even lower, his tongue finding her clit on the first swipe.
Her hips jolted upright, roughly enough that Elio had to grip her thighs, hold her steady for his passionate assault. His tongue left no part of her unexplored, and when he drove it inside her pussy, she had to clench her eyes closed tightly, the pleasure too intense.
“I think…” God, she thought she was going to come already. Then, she knew it.
Elio drove his tongue in faster, his thumb entering the game, stroking her clit with the same force, the same speed.
Her back arched as she came, calling out his name loudly. “Elio!”
He didn’t stop, drawing out her orgasm until the last remnants fell. Then he lifted his head, smiling at her like the cat who ate the canary.
She reached down, gripping his upper arm, pulling him back up her body. Once he was there, she lifted her head to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips. It was a rough, hungry, passionate kiss, and while she’d initiated it, Elio wasted no time taking control.
“Need you,” she murmured against his lips. “Inside me. Now.”
“Greedy girl,” he said, and though his words were teasing, the dark look in his eyes told her she was going to get exactly what she wanted.
He shifted, reaching down to grip his cock. He placed the head at the opening of her body, then paused, glancing back toward his pile of clothing on the floor.
She laughed softly. “Elio,” she said, capturing his attention. “It’s not like I can get any more pregnant.”
He snorted briefly, then…fuck…then he was there, pushing inside in one long, relentless, glorious thrust.
“Jesus Christ. You feel so goddamned good!”
She winced slightly, and while he saw it, he didn’t stop.
