28. Lucia #2
Strong, muscled arms wrap around my body, his hands lying gently against my stomach.
“I can’t wait to see your belly swell with our baby,” he whispers close to the shell of my ear.
“Really? Do you want to know if we’re having a boy or girl?” It’s something I’ve been wondering about. There’s been so much else happening that we haven’t had a chance to talk about anything more than the bare basics of pregnancy.
“One of each.”
“What?” I splutter.
“You always said you wanted two. And one day it would be nice to have at least one of each, if you haven’t changed your mind.”
Smiling, I sink back into Antonio’s chest. The tension that’s held my body captive this last week unfurling with the delicious warmth of my husband’s body pressed close against mine.
In front of us, the Tyrrhenian Sea sparkles like a treasure trove of jewels in the dying rays of light. Sunrise and sunset are my favorite times of day on the balcony of our villa. And even better with Antonio placing soft kisses along the column of my neck.
“You’re not mad at me anymore?” he asks, before kissing the pulse point right below my earlobe. He knows exactly what this does to me, and on cue, my legs turn to jelly.
“How can I be when you do that?” I reach my arm up behind me to loop around his neck, and his hands roam higher to cup my breasts. They’ve felt tender lately due to pregnancy. But his touch remains gentle, like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever held.
“So does that mean you’re up for some makeup sex?”
“I thought you told me we don’t have sex—we make love.”
He chuckles, and his warm breath tickles my ear. “Makeup love, then. Please, I need to be inside you.” I love it when he begs for my body.
“Sì . Please show me how good makeup love can be.”
His hands move down, following the shape of me, and when he reaches the band of my leggings, one slips beneath it.
I gasp. “Where are Will and Parker?” I ask. Not wanting Ant to stop, but also not wanting our security to see us.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not about to let anyone see you. Your gorgeous body is for my eyes only.”
We’re standing on the upper-level balcony off our bedroom, which isn’t overlooked by neighbors.
We’d only be seen if someone were standing on the main balcony below and looked up.
And even then, we’d only be visible from the waist up.
They wouldn’t be able to see me spreading my legs wider as Antonio’s thumb circles my clit.
“Ahhh! That’s good.”
“Have you forgiven me?” he asks, raising his head from where he’s stringing kisses and light nips along my shoulder.
He feeds one, two, then three fingers into my pussy. My core floods with desire.
“M-m-maybe,” I stammer.
Again, he chuckles. “Well, I might not let you come until you do.” His fingers hook up inside me to hit that magical spot, and my next breath catches. I’m so close, but with his thumb now stilled against my clit, I can’t get there.
“Ti prego.”
“You can beg all you want, beautiful, but you need to tell me I’m forgiven, and then you can come.”
I push my hips forward, reaching for more. “Sì, Antonio,” I whimper, but when his hand remains motionless, I add, “Antonio, I forgive you.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs close to my ear, and I can hear the satisfaction in his voice. He gives me the friction I need, and my hips buck, fucking his fingers.
“ Sì , Antonio. Sì. Sì . Sì ,” I cry out, not caring who can hear me as I fall apart in my husband’s arms. Completely consumed by the orgasm rippling through my body.
And I’ve barely caught my breath when Ant pulls my leggings down to my ankles, has his steel-hard cock out of his pants, and is rubbing it along my ass crack.
“Bend over,” he growls, and I do, bracing myself with my hands on the low brick wall.
A thrust of his hips, and his cock fills me, stretching me wide.
His hands on my hips holding me steady and upright.
The slap of skin against skin as our bodies come together, hard and rough, filling the air.
It’s a delicious fullness that fires my body with a passion that burns hot.
I glance over my shoulder. Golden light from the sunset highlights his clenched jaw, sharp features, and heated gaze. His mouth captures mine.
My pulse spikes again with each swipe of his tongue across my bottom lip.
“I fucking love you so much, Luce.” His heavy breathing as he pumps into me makes his voice husky.
“Oh fuck. I don’t think I can hold on.” The hand on my hip winds around me to rub my clit.
And I’m instantly back to reaching for another orgasm. “Ant! Antonio! Don’t stop,” I beg, and he doesn’t. Our gasps loud and in sync as our hips find a matching rhythm.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he roars, drowning out my own shouts of release. A shower of stars bursts out behind my eyelids, and they’re brighter than any I’ll see in the sky tonight.
Antonio peppers kisses across my shoulders as my heart rate slowly returns to normal. With the orgasm still pulsing through my body, he slides out, then bends to pull my leggings back up before tucking himself back into his jeans.
I turn within his protective embrace. “You do realize we still haven’t talked properly yet.”
“Priorities, sweetheart,” he says with a tap on my nose. “And you did see an amazing sunset.”
“The most spectacular sunset. I even saw stars.”
He chuckles. “I’ll bring you a galaxy of stars anytime you want.”
“I’m sure you will. But please, can you stop with the distractions long enough to talk to me more about what’s happened. Is your company going to be okay?”
All the laughter leaves his eyes as he leads me over to the sun lounger and we settle onto it. Then, with my body curled against his side and his arm protectively around my shoulders, he gives me all the lurid details Nico discovered about Bruno’s secret life.
“None of it surprises me,” I say when he’s finished, and I snuggle closer.
“Bruno was a nasty bully as a child, expecting everyone to dance to his tune. But that first summer when you and your brothers came, he was knocked off his self-appointed-leader pedestal by Gio. I saw the hatred in his eyes when he looked at you both.” A shiver runs up my spine, and Antonio pulls down the blanket folded over the backrest and spreads it over us.
“I never really knew that about him. Well, not until he attacked you. Then I understood,” he says, tucking the blanket under my chin.
“Dante knew how evil he could be. He was terrified of him. But he got his revenge the night of our wedding party. He may have broken his nose.”
“Good, I was hoping he would deal with him.”
What if …? My body freezes. “Do you think that’s why he had you attacked? Because of Dante?”
He hooks a finger under my chin and tips my face up. “No, sweetheart. Bruno just figured out that we were getting closer to finding him out.”
“Well, I’ll feel so much better when I know the carabinieri have finally arrested him.”
“Me too,” he agrees. “Now let’s not waste any more of this evening thinking about him.”
And with a simple brush of our lips, nothing else matters but my husband’s clever fingers and tongue.