37. Gio
GIO
Ican’t stop touching my wife. We’re tangled up in each other, my cock still inside her exquisitely tight pussy, and it doesn’t feel like enough.
I’ll never get enough of her.
Her mixture of cleverness and quiet determination. Her stubbornness and sweetness. Her honesty, her beauty. Her strength. The way she sounds when she comes. The way she kisses me like she truly cares.
I’ve never felt so present, so truly myself as I do when I’m with Vivi.
She’s a drug, seeding an addiction I know I’ll never be able to cure. I’ll never be able to give her up.
Vivi shifts, wincing slightly.
“Shit, bella. Are you okay?”
“Mmm.” She moves her legs gingerly. “I have to pee.”
Carefully, I withdraw from her body. She tenses, body tender. There are spots of blood on my cock, the inside of her thighs, the bedspread.
She’s not a virgin anymore. And I’ve come inside her, hard. Bare.
I’ve never fucked a woman without a condom before. Never taken that risk.
But as I haul my wife into my arms and carry her into the en suite, I know I want to do it again, and again. As many times as it takes to get her pregnant. To grow our family.
I set Vivi down and wait. She shoos me away, rolling her eyes. “I can walk back to the bed on my own. Go. I want to pee in peace.”
I do, and spend the next five minutes fantasizing what Vivi would look like pregnant. How plush and gorgeous her body will be when she’s carrying our child. What an amazing mom she’ll be to any future children we might have.
What an amazing mom she’ll be to Aurora.
Once I start, I can’t stop. My mind is playing film reels of our future. My heart is struggling to cope with the raw emotion the images evoke. My cock is rock solid, more than up to the task of pleasing my wife until she’s satiated and pregnant.
“What are you thinking about?” Vivi is standing beside the bed, completely naked, red hair spilling around her shoulders and back, giving me a look that says I’m doing a crap job concealing my thoughts. And an even worse job of hiding my erection beneath the sheets.
“You.”
“Fair.” She smiles, unable to drag her eyes up from the massive tent my dick is making. “I’m thinking about you, too.”
I reach for her, eliciting a squeal as I pull her onto the bed and into my lap.
I lean against the headboard, her legs splayed around my hips.
Her breasts are against my chest, a sheet the only thing between my aching shaft and the promise of her heaven.
“I like that answer.” I kiss her, obsessed with the way her eyelashes flutter when our lips meet.
“What, exactly, are you thinking about?”
“You. Aurora. Your sister.”
All my salacious thoughts shrivel up when she mentions my niece and sister. “You have questions.”
“Oh, yeah. More than four.”
“Well, if you’re going to interrogate me, you might as well do it while we’re naked. At least the view will be good.”
She smacks my chest. “I’m being serious.”
“So am I.” I drag my attention from her chest and let her see how much. “What do you want to know?”
She brackets her hands on either side of my neck, stroking me lightly. Soothing the tension I didn’t even realize had clawed its way to the surface. “When did your sister die?”
“Two years ago.”
“So Aurora was, what…three at the time?”
“Yes.”
Vivi gnaws her lower lip. “At the party, Aurora said something about her father being dead too.”
“Si. Bastard died not long after my sister.” I’m careful to keep my expression neutral. Tonight is her perfect night. The reality of what happened in Sant’Angelo has to wait until tomorrow.
“That’s awful.” Vivi looks stricken. “Poor Aurora.”
I weave my fingers through her hair, savoring the silken glide across my skin.
Let it dull some of the pain this subject always evokes.
“It was awful. Still is. Aurora was little when her parents died, but she remembers them. Still asks for her mom when she’s sick or really sad.
The girl is tough, resilient, but there are some things you never get over.
You learn to live with them, but don’t ever really recover from them. ”
“Like losing your little sister?” Her eyes are soft, knowing.
“Like being sent away from your family as a child?”
Vivi dips her chin. “So we both know a little of what Aurora is going through.”
“Sì, mia amata. Sì.”
Vivi goes quiet, her fingers tracing patterns across my chest, outlining tattoos and making muscles jump. “Aurora is lucky to have you, you know. It’s clear how much you love her.”
“I do,” I reply simply. “I love her like she’s my own. I’ll do anything for her. Do anything to keep her safe.”
Vivi sucks in a stilted breath. She drops her lids, cutting me off from her thoughts.
“Bella?” I capture her chin, coax her eyes up. They’re misty. Troubled. “Not just for Aurora, amore. For you, too. Anything to keep you safe.”
“No, no. I’m not jealous of Aurora, that’s not it. I’m just…” She’s biting her lip so hard she’s going to draw blood. “Is that how you’d feel about another child? If we had a baby, would you love it the same way? Protect it the same way?”
I hold Vivi to my chest, momentarily stunned. My beautiful wife has reached her hand through my ribs and rearranged me entirely. “Are you asking if I want a baby?”
She hesitates. “I’m wondering if you could love another child as much as Aurora. So…yes. I guess in a roundabout way I am.”
I pull her closer. “If we’re ever lucky enough to have a child, Viviana, I’d love it with everything I’ve got.”
My mind turns inward, memories from my own childhood curling around me.
“Lisca Bianca is heaven for a kid. If we’re lucky enough to have one, I’ll show our little Marchetti all the best trees to climb, and when to steal the tomatoes from the garden so they taste the sweetest, and how to coax Chef into making fresh mulberry gelato on the hottest days.
I won’t just protect our child, amore. I’ll provide them a loving, safe home.
Like my sister and I once had. Like I’m doing my damndest to provide for Aurora. ”
Vivi looks a little astonished. “Oh. So… that’s a yes?”
“Sì, that’s a yes, amore. Absolutely a yes. Is that what you want?”
It takes a heartbeat, but she admits, “I want a family. One I can count on, trust. One that won’t betray me. One that I can love and will love me back. It’s something I’ve been missing for so long… And it’s what I want. More than anything in the world.”
It’s a confession. A glimpse of her soul. And I’m a bastard. Such a fucking bastard, because this is the moment I should tell her everything. Give her all the answers she’s been looking for. The answers she’s owed.
That’s what a good man would do.
A good man wouldn’t let that statement lie, let his wife pin her hopes and dreams on half-truths.
But I’ve never claimed to be a good man.
I’m ruthless. Strategic. Protective. And, I shouldn’t be surprised to learn, insanely possessive of the woman I love.
Love.
The thought lands softly. Another hit of narcotics straight into my bloodstream.
I do love Vivi. An obsession that has turned into all-consuming adoration. Devotion.
And all my instincts are screaming at me to protect her.
To protect us.
So instead of being a good man and telling her the whole truth, I behave like the selfish bastard that I am and promise, “That’s what you have with us, amore. With me, Aurora. We are your family.”
Vivi absorbs my answer, thoughts concealed behind blue eyes that are getting darker by the second. Eventually she says, “That’s exactly what the perfect husband would say on a perfect night.”
I’m not perfect any more than I’m good.
The words never make it past my lips. Vivi is clinging to her fairytale, her fingers finding their way across my jaw, one tip tracing the bow of my upper lip.
She leans forward until she can capture that lip, pin it between her teeth. Bite. My body jerks to attention beneath her, my already hard cock throbbing beneath the sheet.
I grip her bare ass, squeeze. “What do you think you’re doing, bella?”
Her smile is pure siren. “Making sure I make the most of my one perfect night.”
Then she’s kissing me, her hands traveling down my chest until she can rip the sheet away and wrap her fingers around my cock.
The greedy fucker jumps in her hand, precome already escaping in anticipation. Her movements are unpracticed, urgent, and I want to slow her down.
I want to savor her grip on my shaft, the slide of skin against skin. But Vivi groans in my mouth, rubbing her nipples against my chest, and it’s clear my birthday girl isn’t in the mood to take anything slow.
She’s rocking her hips, levering herself up on her knees, angling my cock toward her pussy. I break the kiss, capturing her by the waist. “Wait, Vivi, bella—you’re sore. We shouldn’t, not so soon.”
“I’m not.” She’s watching her hand travel up and down my shaft, and it’s making it very hard to be virtuous.
“You are. You said so.”
“Fine, I am. But not enough to stop. I want to do it again. Now, before the night is over. Please.”
Her voice hitches on that please, and it breaks me. She’s asking for so little, and I’ve already taken so much. “You’re sure?”
“I am,” she promises, gripping me tight as she lines my cock up with her entrance. At first contact, she sucks in a breath, spine tensing.
I draw my hands up her back, pull her chest to my face, draw one of her nipples into my mouth. Suck until her spine arches, her head drops back on her neck, and Vivi slides home.
My wife takes my cock into her perfect body, enveloping me in her wet heat until I can’t go any deeper.
“Touch me,” she whispers, already pulling one of my hands down to the heaven between her thighs.
I do, stroking her clit until Vivi is a puddle of need and her hips take up their own rhythm.
I press back against the headboard, gripping her hip, and my wife uses my body for her pleasure, riding me slowly, then faster, until my brain is dissolving and my hips are rocking up and I want nothing more than to make her come.
To make her feel so good, so worshiped, she’ll always want me as much as I want her.
Need me as much as I need her.
Our mouths meet, teeth knocking with the force of it. Vivi tunnels her fingers through my hair, scoring her nails across my scalp as I thrust harder, my cock driving in her exquisitely tight pussy.
I’m so lost in her body, in our kiss. I can’t think, can’t speak, but I know she needs to come. I strengthen my strokes against her clit, increase the pace. Vivi’s inner muscles clench tight.
I catch a glimpse of dark sapphire behind hooded lids. This is supposed to be her perfect night, but in this moment, I know it is also mine.
I love my wife, fiercely. I will love her forever.
Vivi gasps. Like she knows what I’m thinking.
Her eyes drift closed, her head tips back, her stunning body riding me as she gets closer and closer to coming.
I pull one nipple into my mouth. Thrust up as she drops down, again and again until she’s crying out, coming, her pussy squeezing, pulling me into heaven.
I come, groaning, losing myself inside her, filling her, and the last thought I have before my brain shuts down completely is that whatever happens tomorrow, my life is never going to be the same.