Chapter 21
DARIO
“ M adalina,” I call through the house as I step through the front door. I’ve only been away from her for a night and I’ve made a promise to myself that it’s the last overnight trip I’ll be making until after the babies come. All I thought about while I was away was her, and them. I see or hear no sign of her so I march through the house and go in search.
“Madal–” I smile to myself when I find her curled up on the couch sleeping, the book that’s open flat against her chest is the one I’ve been reading in preparation for the babies getting here, and the fact she’s a good halfway through it confirms what I’ve been thinking.
Madalina is coming around to the idea of these babies.
I gently lift up the book and place it on the coffee table, then being careful not to disturb her I pull back the blanket that covers her, so I can see if she’s grown.
The tee she’s wearing is far too tight for her now, but she’s too stubborn to give up wearing it, so it rises up over her midriff and shows off that beautiful bump I’ve given her.
“Did you guys miss me?” I whisper as I place my palm on its surface and press two kisses against her skin. Madalina is seventeen weeks pregnant and although all the books say it’s unlikely to feel any movement from the outside until she’s past twenty, I’m hoping my baby girls are going to defy more odds and prove the books wrong. Madalina tells me she feels flutters and little jolts inside her all the time and, although it makes me jealous, I love hearing how excited her voice gets when she speaks about it.
“You’re back?” Her voice comes out groggy and when I look up, I can’t tell if she’s happy to see me or disappointed. The only time I ever really know what this girl is thinking is when I’m giving her pleasure and she can’t hide it.
“I took care of business as quickly as I could so I could come back early.” I smile up at her. That's all I’m prepared to say on the matter, I don’t want her to know that Gregory Samson from Chicago got one hell of a lucky break. My father wanted him to suffer for days, but I put an end to his misery way sooner, just so I could get home to them.
“You look tired.” I stroke tiny circles over her belly, knowing how much she likes how it feels, even if she refuses to admit it.
“I didn’t sleep well, last night.” She rests her arm on the back of the couch and uses it to maneuver herself into a seating position, and I try not to smirk when I notice how such simple tasks are starting to become a struggle. There's something very hot about my wife getting more and more pregnant.
“You must have missed me.” I offer her some help, surprised when she actually accepts it, and as I place a cushion behind her back, the way her own hand strokes over her stomach makes my dick hard.
“Don’t flatter yourself.” She screws up her face.
“Well, I’m back now, is there anything you want to do?”
“No.” She answers the question far too quickly, and when I notice the way her eyes are trying not to focus on the bulge in my slacks, I rub my lips together.
“Ahhhh, I think you lie.”
“I told you, I didn’t get any sleep last night, all I want to do is sleep.” She steers her eyes in the opposite direction, but I can tell by the way she bites her lips that she’s thinking dirty thoughts.
“Fine.” I reach across and kiss her forehead. “You get back to sleep, I’m sorry I disturbed you,” I stand up, letting my hand glide over her belly one last time as I leave the room and when I hear her huff in frustration, I don’t look back.
Trying to make Madalina a victim of her own stubbornness is no easy task. I’ve spent an hour and a half in the gym, taken a run, and my cock is still fucking solid as I lather myself up under the warm water of my ensuite shower. I’m just about to consider doing something about it when the door creaks open and Madalina steps inside. I don’t think she’s ever been in here before and she looks nervous as she moves closer. She knows she has my full attention as she slowly lifts that little tee over her tits and slides it over her head, and I wipe my hand over the condensation on the glass separating us so I can get a better look at her. There's no hate in her expression as she stares back at me, just seduction, and when she slides her boy shorts and panties off and stands naked in front of me, my cock touches the glass too.
“Are you coming in?” I ask, unable to take my eyes off her perfect body.
Her head nods back at me as she steps around the glass screen and I move back so she can soak herself under the stream of water. I lick my lips as I watch the water cascade over her, soaking her hair and making her skin glisten.
“Did you want something?” I look down at my steel-hard cock, knowing that it’s exactly what she came here for .
“Don’t make this hard.” She presses her shoulders against the tiles, making her stomach stick out even further, and I know that she’s using it to taunt me. Madalina is very aware of how obsessed I am with her changing body, and now she’s using it as a weapon.
“You really have missed me.” I take my cock in my hand and start to stroke it in front of her while my other hand rests on the top of her swollen belly.
“It’s the hormones. I did some research and apparently, it’s perfectly normal at this stage of pregnancy for me to be–”
“Craving your husband's cock.” I finish her sentence for her as I step into her body and let her feel how hard it is against the ridge of her stomach..
“Dario, just fuck me.” It’s almost disappointing that she gives in too easily.
“You want to be fucked?” I tease her as I slide my hand over one of her tits, they’ve grown in size too, and feel much heavier in my palm. I swear her nipples have slightly changed in color, and when I lower my head, taking one of them in my mouth, she holds her breath and moans in relief. I flick her with my tongue and suck her hard and when her fingers slip into my hair she tugs it tight and lets me know how much she likes it.
“You want me to fuck you like a little slut?” I look up at her and when she smiles and nods her head again, I wrap my hands around her thighs and lift her off her feet.
“I’m going to take care of you.” I balance her ass cheeks in my hands, using my fingers to spread her open, and my cock slides so easily into her pussy, I swear it was made for me. She moans another long sigh of relief, and I take great satisfaction in being the one to give it to her.
“Look at you all desperate, you look so pretty,” I tell her as I thrust in and out of her, she’s so slick inside, I can tell she’s been building herself up to this. She can lie to me all she likes, her body will always let her down.
I look down at the bump that rests snugly between us and although she’s still got a long way to go, I can tell we won’t be able to take this position for much longer. I guess I’m going to have to start getting inventive.
“Is this what you needed, pretty girl?” I check and she nods her head back at me. I frown and nod with her. “Yes, it is. You’ve missed having me inside you, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispers, not even trying to deny me anymore.
“Greta tells me you’ve been eating everything she’s made you. You’ve been such a good girl taking care of our little ones.” I kiss her lips as I continue to fuck her against the tiles. “And good girls get rewards. I’m going to let you come real fast because I can see how needy you are. I won’t make you wait.” I use the wall to keep her upright as I slide one of my hands under her belly and stroke it through her folds. Then, strumming her clit fast and hard, my cock continues to penetrate her tight little pussy.
“Dario.” Her nails dig into my back as her breaths come out heavier. “I’m coming!” Her hips rut against mine so hard that it almost throws me out of sync.
“Tell me all about it, baby.” I kiss her neck and feel her pulse beat against my lips.
“I’m so close, I’ve needed this since you left,” she admits breathlessly.
“Then take it. Come all over my cock and show me how much you’ve missed me.” I graze my teeth over her skin and pinch at her clit knowing she needs a little pain, and the shudder her body makes is followed by a desperate moan and she claws against my back.
I kiss her lips, wanting to absorb all that pleasure and relief for myself, and once she’s finished throbbing around my cock I give her a chance to catch her breath and swipe the wet hair from her face.
“Better?” I smile before I kiss her forehead.
“Much better.” She looks up at me and smiles back looking satisfied.
I kiss her one more time before getting a good hold of her and carrying her out of the shower toward my bed.
“What are you doing?” Her arms cling around my neck as I carefully lay her out on my bed.
“I’m not finished.” I sink onto my knees and lower my head between her still-soaked body. I scissor two fingers to open her folds before trailing my tongue through the center of them. Looking up over her round stomach and seeing her watching me, as she builds up more of that pleasure, makes my cock hard to the point of pain. Then as she loses control and throws her head back, I rest my hands on either side of her belly to keep her grounded.
She soaks my tongue and lets my entire house staff know that she’s coming for me again and as she winds down and catches her breath, I climb back up her body and take hold of her jaw.
“I love the way you come for me,” I tell her, as my cock finds its place back inside her. This time I make sure each thrust is slow, so I can appreciate the way she looks as she takes them.
Her eyes open back up and focus on mine as I ensure she feels every inch of cock I fill her with.
“That feels nice,” she tells me, dropping her eyes from mine so she can look between us. Her hands slide onto her belly as if she’s becoming appreciative of it, and I place my hand over hers as I kiss her.
I don’t see hate in her eyes when she looks back up at me and smiles, and for a split second, I consider telling her the truth. I could lay out my sins right here and try to make her understand, but the fear of seeing that hatred in her eyes again stops me.
Things seem perfect as they are, and although my wife may never love me, today has proven that she needs me, and that’s way more than I’m worthy of.