Chapter 82
Alessandro
2 Weeks Postpartum
W atching Luci feed Gia is the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. The way she glows when she looks down at our daughter with so much love reminds me of the picture from the journal. The only picture of my mamma holding me. Now I fully understand that it’s peace and love that can only be given from a mamma to her baby. On the other side of things, Luci wasn’t lying. Gia is such a quiet baby that I’ve woken up before her in the morning and seen how her body reacts to going too long without expressing. My mouth waters being near her thinking about giving her relief. Most mornings a cold shower is the only thing that calms the need to find out what her milk tastes like.
When Luci pulls Gia away, I notice the differences in her breasts. Her nipples are larger and darker, something I never liked on a woman previously. Seeing it on Luci makes me feral to the point where I almost want to say fuck it and have her the way I want to.
“What's wrong?” My hypnosis is broken by Luci talking to me once she’s done setting a sleeping Gia in her bassinet.
“I’m thinking about how exquisite you are now that you’ve given birth.” Luci hunches in on herself and I can tell she’s uncomfortable with my statement. She’s always been self-conscious about her body and being pregnant didn’t help. I wish she could understand how perfect she is, especially now that she’s had my baby. When I reach over to grab her, I remember that I’ve been shot and shouldn’t overexert myself but need her body close to me.
“Alessandro you need to relax. Lay down.” She goes to readjust her shirt when I stop her.
“Leave your shirt where it is. I can’t help but fixate on how plump your breasts are now. They’re fuller and your nipples are more prominent.” She gasps, eyes wide, obviously surprised by her reaction when I bring my finger over the one that Gia wasn’t feeding from. “Also, I’m sure you need relief from this side.”
“I-I’ll just pump. Then we’ll have extra milk if needed.” Luci knows where I’m headed with this and the golden shine of her eyes give away her arousal.
“I’ve never told you this, but I can always tell when you’re turned on.” She swallows and the gold in her eyes gets brighter, showing me what I already knew.
“What? How?”
“Your eyes. Depending on what is prominent in the hazel of your eyes shows your emotions. Right now they shining bright as gold, proving that you’re just as turned on as I am.” Her mouth drops open when I rock myself into her. Dr. Rossi only said she needs more time before I can fuck her.
“Alessandro I can’t, not yet.” No way she’s talking her way out of this.
“Dr. Rossi said I had to stay out of this sweet pussy of yours. She said nothing about other types of pleasure.” Luci doesn’t have an opportunity to answer before I kiss her, slowly guiding my mouth down her body until I bring my mouth to her breast. I kiss her plump nipple, noting the drop of milk starting to form.
“And the child grew, and was weaned: and Abraham made a great feast the same day that Isaac was weaned.” Luci’s eyes widen in shock when I lean into her breast, suckling then groan the instant her sweet milk hits my tongue. I’m desperate to sink into Luci at this moment, but knowing that’s not an option, I reach down, grasping myself and pumping a few times to give me some relief.
When I pull away from Luci’s breasts, licking my lips to savor the taste and crash my lips to hers. I’m caught off guard when Luci pulls away from me.
“Alessandro! You pervert! You need to stop quoting scripture at inappropriate times.” Another thing that’s changed, Luci has inherited the punishing glare only mammas give.
“We’ll see.” I gently lay back down, stifling the laugh I’d love to let out and change the subject. Gia coos in her bassinet, not quite fussing, letting us know she’s awake.
Luci prepares to roll off the bed to grab Gia but turns to me first. “If she’s still hungry, I’m blaming you.”
“Worth it.”