Carlo’s POV
Carlo’s POV
Catalina still kept an emotional distance from me, but a week after dealing with Nico and his men, I was able to persuade my wife to move back into our room.
Our room. It took another two weeks before she was finally moved fully back in, but I was fucking ecstatic.
It wasn’t the same as before the shitshow I started, but we were coming back to each other.
Slowly. I couldn’t ask for anything more.
It wasn’t until the end of the second week when she finally let me have her again. This time, we took our time. I needed to worship my wife the way I used to. She had been hesitant.
We were in bed that night, me holding her, running my hands up and down her silky gown.
I was starting to really love those gowns on her.
I would make sure she had a closet full moving forward.
She felt good in them. I couldn’t keep my hands off of her.
She had tried to stop me touching her, when I flipped over on top of her, caging her in, leaning over her, our faces only a few inches apart.
“Let me love you again, beautiful.”
She had stared at me, hesitating, as I leaned in and softly pecked her lips.
“Let me bring us back to where we belong.”
She sighed, more like she was resigned then accepting, but again, I would take my crumbs.
She whispered, “Okay Carlo. We can try.”
I smiled at her, thankful for this opportunity.
I kissed her more passionately this time, making sure it was neither too soft or too rough.
My hands were gently rubbing along her body, gliding along the silky gown.
I pulled her gown up, reaching my hand up to her thigh, squeezing it.
The kiss intensified. Her hands moved up from my shoulders to my neck.
One hand stayed on my neck as the other moved to my head.
Even though my hair was buzzed short, Catalina had always loved rubbing her hand over it.
Once she had said, “It almost tickles, yet feels soft at the same time.” She had then giggled.
I wasn’t about to stop her. Whatever she wanted to do, whatever she wanted to touch, however she wanted to touch, I would let her. I needed her so badly.
I used one hand to hold me up above her, while I slid my other hand up her thigh until I reached her pussy.
She moaned against my mouth. She was always easy to please in bed, and I would need that on my side right now.
I pushed my hand against her mound, and rubbed lightly.
Her body began to move against my hand. I pulled my hand away, making her whimper, as I smiled against her lips.
I pulled away enough to get some distance, and grabbed the bottom of her gown that was bunched up at her waist. I began to push it up slowly as Catalina wiggled around enough for me to pull it under her and over her head.
I tossed it to the side, not even looking where it went as I looked over my wife’s almost naked body.
Again she was wearing a matching silky panties set to go with her gown.
Last time I didn’t get the opportunity to really look over my wife I had been so damned horny.
Now, now I would take the time to appreciate her beauty.
When I made eye contact with her, she frowned up at me. “What are you doing?”
I continued to gaze over her, her curly hair splayed out around her on the pillow, her eyes hesitant. I sensed she was about to move her hands to cover herself, so I leaned in to block that possibility.
I was close enough to kiss her, but I didn’t. Not yet.
“Admiring my beautiful wife. It’s been too long since I’ve seen it, and I want to appreciate every second of it.”
I don’t think she believed me, but I didn’t wait to let her think too much of it, leaning in and pressing my lips to hers, passionately kissing her again.
My hand went to her panties, grabbing them more roughly than I had planned until I yanked them off.
I needed to feel her naked body against me.
I had on only a pair of sweatpants with no underwear underneath.
Ever since she made it back to our bed, I made sure not to wear underwear at night so I could get as physically close to her without actually being naked. She hadn’t been ready for that yet.
I rubbed up against her, making sure she could feel my hard cock through the sweatpants, as I rubbed against her pussy.
She began to moan again. I pulled away just enough to get my hand between us, slide it down her stomach to her clit.
I started rubbing circles around it, as her body arched up into me.
Shit, I had missed this. I kept my lips on hers, even when she moaned against them.
I needed contact with her. Skin to skin.
Then I slipped a finger inside her, making her gasp.
I began thrusting into her gently, then more rapidly.
Then I pulled my finger out and slowly pushed two fingers inside of her, making her moan.
I then began moving both fingers inside of her, slow and gentle for a few thrusts, then quicker and harder.
Catalina did not care for gentle sex. She liked it fast and hard.
I was only doing it gently tonight since it was our first time coming back together. I needed us to start gently.
“Carlo….”
“Yes baby, give it to me.”
I thrust my fingers in harder as I could feel her pussy tightening around my fingers, one hand gripping my neck, the other my arm so hard her nails were digging in. I didn’t care. I wanted her to enjoy this as much as possible.
Then she exploded all over my fingers, but I kept moving them in and out until she settled down.
I pulled my fingers out and rubbed them on her hip as I gripped it.
I leaned to my side and yanked my sweatpants down, kicking them off as they got to my ankles.
I didn’t want to lose contact with her for even a second.
I had my hand on her hip the whole time.
I rolled back over in between her legs, and began rubbing my cock on her outer rim.
She was wet and juicy. She moaned again.
I didn’t wait. I pushed my cock into her.
She gripped both my arms this time until I was fully seated inside her, then she wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me to her.
I began moving in and out, gentle thrusts at her first, kissing her neck, her collarbone, her jaw, everywhere I could with the restrictions of her grip around my neck.
Her head was thrown back, moaning, and then she said my name again, making me feel primal.
I grabbed her ass in both hands and began thrusting fast and hard, practically slamming into her.
Her nails were digging into my back making me thrust harder.
“Oh fuck, Catalina, fuck baby.” I grunted as I was getting close to my orgasm.
“Carlo please.”
“Cum for me baby. Cum hard for me.”
Apparently, liking the dirty talk, she exploded, “Ah!” She was breathing heavily.
I thrust a couple more times before I groaned out my release.
I twitched a few more times as my seed spilled into her.
I stayed there for a few minutes, just wanting to be one with her.
I pulled back and looked at her. She seemed dazed.
“I missed you, baby. I missed this with you.” Then I pulled out and rolled to the side, grabbing her to move with me. She squeaked. “Carlo!”
“You’re not going anywhere, baby, but here in my arms.”
That was the best night’s sleep I had since before she walked into that fucking office.
A few days later, I came home to find her standing in our master bathroom, staring in the mirror.
She looked pale as I walked in. I was about to ask what was wrong when I saw it on the counter a few inches away.
The pregnancy test. Just sitting there. I looked up in the mirror and stared into Catalina’s eyes.
She had tears there, not yet spilling out.
I came up slowly behind her, wrapping my hands around her waist, and hugging her to my chest.
“What’s going on, baby? What are you thinking?”
“We can’t have a baby. We’re broken.” Then the tears spilled down her face.
I set my chin on her shoulder, and continued to look at her through the mirror.
“Look at me, Catalina.”
She didn’t right away, but eventually her eyes moved slowly to meet mine in the mirror.
“We are broken together. We are better. Together.”
She just stared at me through the mirror, tears slowly streaming down her face.
“What if we are terrible parents?” Her lip quivered.
I moved my open palm to her flat stomach. “Then we do it together. I want this baby. I want this baby…….with you.”
Her lips continued to quiver. “Do you?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.” I kissed her cheek gently, then looked back at her in the mirror.
She smiled softly through her tears. “Yeah?”
“Hell yeah, baby.” I turned her around and pulled her into a hug, her arms wrapping around my waist, her wet facing pressed against my chest. “Fuck, I love you.”
And now we were having a baby.