CHAPTER 25
Chiara
The twins are asleep.
Both of them
At the same time.
It’s like a miracle. And Adriano and I are lucky that neither of us has to work, so we take shifts caring for the babies. But after months of complete exhaustion, maybe we can finally have a little break and some time just for us.
Maybe it would’ve been easier if I’d just hired a nanny, but I don’t want a stranger around my babies. I don’t want to risk anyone hurting them.
My mom offered to help, but she slipped on the wet floor and broke her ankle, and I don’t want her to do anything until she fully heals.
Adriano watches me as I lie next to him on the bed. He shifts and winds his arm around me, his lips brushing my ear.
“I love you so much,” he whispers, and a shiver of delight runs through me as his hand slides down my nightgown.
“I love you too,” I murmur as he nips on my earlobe, his hand traveling down my stomach.
A fire ignites inside me almost instantly, and I glance at the baby monitor on the nightstand. They’re still asleep.
Adriano kisses my neck, and I can feel his erection poking at me as his hand lifts my nightgown. “Do you think you’re ready for—”
“Yes!”
He doesn’t even have to finish that sentence because I know what he’s thinking. It’s been a really long time, and I wanted him inside me so many times I’ve lost count.
But we had to stay away from each other because my pregnancy was risky, and then the babies came and it was pure chaos. I definitely didn’t feel in the mood for anything.
But now...
Now there’s so much fire raging inside me that I rub myself against his cock as this crazy, bottled-up need threatens to rip me apart.
Adriano hisses, catching the hem of my nightgown. I move so he can take it off me. The only thing I’m wearing under it are my panties.
As he tosses away my nightgown, I graze his erection with my fingers.
“You need to stop doing that,” he says, catching my wrists.
He pins me against the bed, climbing on top of me. “Don’t move your arms.”
I let out a soft moan as he traces his hands down my arms and cups my breasts. He lowers his head and licks one of my nipples.
I can barely stay still as his tongue circles around my hard bud. Then he switches to my other nipple and I groan as his teeth graze me.
He moves down my body, leaving a soft kiss here and there that drives me absolutely insane with desire. When he shoves my legs open and rips off my panties, I gasp.
I’m already dripping wet when he spreads my folds with his tongue. He grasps my thighs as his tongue slips in and out of me and makes a path over my clit.
The sensations are all too much, and my loud moan pierces the air as a few more flicks of Adriano’s tongue send me over the edge.
He smiles at me as he lifts himself up, and then he pulls his shirt over his head. I’m mesmerized by his muscular chest, and I want to touch him.
“What did I tell you about your arms?” His mouth quirks up as I sit up and splay my fingers over his chest.
“I know, but I needed to touch you.” I watch his chest as it rapidly rises and falls.
“Or did you just want me to spank you?”
I bite down on my lip as more need zaps through me like electricity. “Sure.”
“Then why didn’t you just say so?” His grin widens.
A few moments later, I find myself facedown on all fours.
“Fuck,” he says, his voice husky. “You’re so hot.”
I chuckle, but then I yelp because he brings his palm down hard on my ass. The sting of his swift smacks goes straight to my core, and all I can think about is having him inside me. Every inch of me is tingling with need.
“Please,” I choke out, wiggling my ass. “Just fuck me already.”
The bed shifts, and I see Adriano’s pants flying across the room and sliding down to the floor after colliding with the wall.
A few moments later, he grabs my hips and rubs himself against my opening. The throbbing between my legs doubles, and I let out a groan.
Adriano shoves himself inside me as hard and as deep as he can, and I half gasp half moan from all the pleasure spreading through me.
His thrusts are quick and impatient, furious even, but I’m loving it. After everything we’ve been through together, it feels like this is the moment when we can release all the pent-up energy and just let go of everything.
My moans and Adriano’s grunts fill the room, and as he pounds into me, I curl my fingers in the sheets.
When my orgasm rolls through me, I cry out, and Adriano joins me a moment later. He holds onto me, and for a few moments, we’re just frozen in time.
But it’s not just our bodies that are connected. Our lives are forever intertwined now, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. Somehow, I believe that we can survive any storm that comes our way.
As I collapse on the bed, Adriano falls right next to me.
“Check the baby monitor,” I say, gasping for breath.
He groans as he lifts himself up a little. “Everything’s—”
A cry pierces the air.
“Alessandro,” I say.
Adriano glances at the screen. “Yep.”
I start to lift myself.
“Nuh-uh,” Adriano says. “You stay here. I’m going.”
I let out a long breath, glad that I don’t have to figure out how to walk right now. Adriano quickly gets dressed, and I close my eyes.
Once the cries stop, I look up at the baby monitor. Adriano with our babies in his arms will never stop being the cutest and sweetest thing ever.