56. Good morning
FIFTY-SIX
GOOD MORNING
Alessio spent half the night inside me, the other half worshipping my pregnant body even though I’m not showing yet. He said the change is obvious, especially in the way my breasts feel fuller and heavier than before. He couldn’t stop touching them.
Being the object of Alessio’s attention felt good. Really good, and I slept deeply, feeling safe.
I wake up and roll onto my back, rubbing my eyes, when my elbow bumps a warm body next to me. I turn my head and see Alessio propped on the pillows, watching me.
He smiles. “Good morning, my wife.”
I check his watch, and it reads eight in the morning, which is like noon for this man.
“Good morning, my husband.” I touch his forehead and his cheek, but he’s not burning up. “Are you feeling well?”
“Mmhm. Why?”
“Because you’re not conquering the day already.”
He chuckles. “I’m sleeping in. I think that’s the correct phrase.”
“It is. Never thought you’d say it, though.” I throw my leg over his body and roll on top of him. Between my legs, Alessio is already hard, and I gently glide myself over his erection, eliciting a groan from him. Strong hands grab my hips and travel up over my belly to mold my breasts and tweak my nipples until I’m so wet that the erection I’m gliding on slips inside me without friction.
I move up and down over his cock while Alessio grips the headboard. I take it as a sign he’s restraining himself from taking over the sex because he wants to be fucked.
I rest my hands on his chest and start bouncing over his cock. Alessio’s grip on headboard tightens, his expression somewhere between bliss and contentment, and when I think he might come, it turns me on so much that I start to bounce even faster, chasing my orgasm. It comes in a rush that makes me shiver.
Under Alessio’s strong hands, the iron headboard bends. I remember how he broke the headboard at the hotel.
He stills, his muscles go taut, and he ejaculates so hard, he shows me his teeth as if he wants to bite me.
I fall on him, leaving him inside me, and tuck my nose into the crook of his neck so I can inhale the scent of him.
Alessio wraps his arms around me and kisses my temple. “I like waking up with you, Mrs. Angelini.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, I think I’ll do it more often.”
“I think you should.”
“Guys,” Leo calls from the other side of the door.
Alessio makes a face that tells me he doesn’t want to answer.
Leo knocks softly. “Guys?”
I open my mouth to answer him, but Alessio shakes his head.
“Guys!” Leo shouts again and bangs on the door.
I giggle when Alessio rolls his eyes.
“He’s persistent,” I say. Wonder who he got that from?
Leo bangs on the door again. “Uncle!”
“What?” Alessio barks, and I start to laugh because he sounds so irate. Here’s the guy who almost never takes a break, and when he tries, the world isn’t ready for him to take a break.
“Aunt Val said to tell you that if you want to pick the venue for your wedding to come down in ten minutes because all the best venues are getting booked fast.”
Alessio groans. “I’m not doing this today.”
I sit up. “See? This is why you married me. I’ll tour the venues, taste good food, and make sure the pleasures of life are fully enjoyed.”
Alessio folds his hands behind his head. “Then by all means, Lake Angelini, go forth and conquer your day. I’m going to rest.”