Chapter 26
Lucrezia felt her Daddy”s heavy hands running along her right side beneath the blankets, grasping at her nightgown.
She fought against the sun peeking through the curtains, unwilling to leave the land of sleep just yet.
She lay on her left side with her arm beneath her pillow, especially bought for her by Romero to soothe her aching muscles.
He truly took care of everything she desired.
Romero’s fingers dragged up the hem of her gown, hiking it up to her hips.
Her Daddy was unable to keep his hands off her, no matter who they were with during the day or how many could see the way his hands wandered.
She saw the hungry look in his eyes everywhere she turned. The flashing green eyes that followed her like an illustrious painting.
Each time Lucrezia turned her back, she felt the prickle of his gaze on the back of her neck, threatening to follow and pull her into the nearest dark corner and ravage her again.
Romero growled in her ear as he writhed against her, his chest hair scouring her back as he pushed the gown up even further to get to her tender breasts.
Lucrezia hissed through her teeth, pinching her brows together.
”Shhhh,” her Daddy whispered in her ear, nipping at the outer shell.
He gently kneaded the flesh, drawing a tired moan from her lips.
”These are going to get so big soon, perla. Full of milk for my babies. I can”t wait.”
Romero splayed his hand over her belly, waiting to feel for the kicks that always responded to their father.
”Mmmmm,” Lucrezia sleepily melted into his touch, acting on instinct and putting her hand over his.
She moved it further down until his fingers reached between her legs.
Her clit throbbed already, swelling for his touch.
Romero found it already slick and ready for him as he covered the thatch of her sex with his palm.
Too exhausted still to open her eyes, but too needy for him to stop, she grasped Romero”s wrist, encouraging him to give her pleasure.
She heard him chuckle behind her.
”You want Daddy to make you feel good, perla?”
”Mhmmm,” Lucrezia whimpered, squeezing his wrist harder.
”Say it, baby. Say you want Daddy to make you feel good, and he will.”
Lucrezia parted her lips, willing her dry throat to make sound.
”Please, Daddy, I want to feel good.”
”You want to come, don”t you?”
”Yes...”
His face buried in the crook of her throat, teasing the sensitive skin with his stubble. He was just barely touching between her legs.
”Daddy, I want to come. Please. Pleaseee,” Lucrezia whined, bringing her hand up to his unkempt hair and fisting it.
With a growl of her own, she kept him where she wanted him and rolled onto her back, practically pulling him on top of her. Romero fanned the warm blanket around them, covering them completely to create another barrier between them and the world.
Romero kissed her with an intensity that spoke for itself.
He took care not to put pressure on her front, balancing on his forearms and seating himself between her legs.
”Off. I want this damn thing off.”
He snarled against her lips as he yanked off her flimsy nightgown. His penchant for ripping her clothing had somewhat ceased, likely because purposely riling the ire of a pregnant woman wasn”t on his list of ways to die.
Lucrezia”s long hair draped over the pillow as she rested her hands on her husband”s broad shoulders.
Romero positioned himself, reaching into his underwear and stroking the length. He finally pulled himself free.
She said the word please probably about a dozen times before he finally ran the swollen tip over her slit.
Lucrezia loved to watch his face right before they joined. His jaw jutted, his chest inflated, and his abdomen clenched as he pushed inside just slightly and pulled out again.
Romero always savored their time together, never rushing their lovemaking.
”Daddy,” Lucrezia sighed when he finally sunk his length into her depths.
”Again. Say it again!” He clenched his teeth, and he began to move slowly, but leaving her impossibly full.
”Daddy!”
”Again!”
”Daddy!”
Lucrezia”s nails made little half moons into his skin. The harder she pressed, the more crazed he became. When she began dragging them up and down his forearms, he pinned her wrists back on the bed, pushing her breasts out.
She playfully fought back, closing her legs on the outside of his thighs to make it harder for him, but Romero won.
”Keep on. I”ll have you over my lap again, screaming, with my hand on your ass. I don”t care who hears.”
Lucrezia was forced to remember her mother-in-law was now in the house for the time being.
She gasped when he entered again, hard and fast.
Romero pinned her wrists tighter above her head, not letting himself get lost in the heady air surrounding them.
Their foreheads touched as their bodies found the perfect flow, still groggy from sleep but buzzing with hot need.
Romero let go to grip her hips, giving Lucrezia a chance to encourage his body to roll.
He was surprised at her sudden want for control when she put him flat on his back and straddled him.
The air behind their canopy curtains remained hot, creating little beads of sweat that gathered at Lucrezia”s temples and dripping down her neck.
She rocked her hips, letting her jaw go slack as her hair flung wildly.
Her breasts were heavy and sore, forcing her to press them against her chest when her body arched, accepting Romero”s hands on her hip and belly to support her when she bounced on his length.
He praised and worshiped her in Italian, proclaiming his love over and over again until they both came undone.
Lucrezia ground her needy center harder against his pelvis, feeling his glans rub deep in her core. The mixture was enough to bring her over the edge.
She let out a guttural cry of pleasure mixed with pain when he squeezed her too tight.
Romero throbbed inside her, filling her with warmth that dripped over when she continued to ride him.
Eventually, Lucrezia fell against his front, both uncaring and ignoring the sun that was blinding them behind the curtain.
Her Daddy forced the covers back over their heads, willing the day away.