fingers slide through my folds.
“You were sexy the day I married you, sexy the day I came back five years later from leaving you, and still so goddamn sexy right this fucking minute,” he whispers against my throat as his lips travel down my neck.
Spreading my thighs, I lick my lips as he plays me just the way that he knows I like, the way he knows will take me to the edge and over, fast. Massimo’s teeth sink into the skin between my neck and my shoulder just as his fingers press against my clit and I come.
It rolls through me hard and fast without warning as the warmth spreads throughout my entire body. Massimo licks the spot that he bit as his fingers slowly pump in and out of me, his palm grinding against my sensitive clit.
“Beautiful, every fucking square inch of you, dolcezza,” he rasps against my throat.
Lifting my leg, I hold on to his shoulders as I wrap my knee around his hip. “Please, Massimo.”
“Please what?” I hear him ask as he grasps the side of my flimsy panties and rips them.
His hand shifts to his waist and I can feel him working his pants open. Finally, I breathe out an exhale of relief when I feel him free himself and the head of his cock presses against my center.
Massimo reaches down, grabbing ahold of my other thigh, lifting me up at the same time he impales me before he turns me around and slams my back against the wall. Throwing my head back, it thuds against the wall as I let out a whimper of pleasure.
Massimo grunts, “Look at me, dolcezza,” he demands on a growl.
Lifting my head, my breath coming out in pants as his hips thrust, his pelvis grinding against my clit on each stroke, I try to focus my eyes on him, but it’s so difficult when all I want to do is feel, is climb, is fall over the edge into bliss—again.
“I love you,” he says, his voice coming out rough, hoarse and raspy.
Licking my bottom lip, I sink my teeth into my flesh, my eyes searching his. He continues to fuck me, slamming my back against the wall with each hard thrust of his hips. Leaning forward, I exhale against his mouth before I press my lips against his in a quick kiss before I pull my head back.
“I love you, Massimo, so much it aches.”
He grins, his eyes searching mine. He doesn’t stop, his body playing mine just the way that he knows I love. It comes like a freight train rushing through me, fast and furious. I grip his shoulders tighter, pulling him to me as I open my mouth, but no sound comes out, my climax taking over and my eyes rolling in the back of my head as my lids close.
Massimo doesn’t pause his movements, he continues to fuck me hard and fast until he buries himself deep inside and groans with his own release. We stay in our positions as we catch our breath.
Lifting my head, my eyes slowly open and my lips turn up into a smile that I can’t stop from spreading. Massimo’s lips twitch as he looks into my eyes, his gaze searching my own.
“This is it, dolcezza. We made a boy, I know it.”
“Massimo,” I breathe.
He shakes his head, his lips brushing mine to effectively shut me up. “Don’t argue with me, Pippa. I know you want my baby just as badly as I want to give one to you. It’s okay to want it, it’s okay to feel excited that it could happen. It’s all okay.”
“Rosana is waiting,” I mutter.
Massimo snorts. “It’s okay, beautiful girl. Trust your husband, yes?”
My lips turn up into a small smile. “Always, Massimo.”
“Good girl, now let’s go and throw your sister her party, yeah?”
Inhaling a shaky breath, I brush my lips against his one last time before he slowly pulls out of me and sets me down on my feet. Together we clean up, then leave our home and head toward the restaurant where all of our friends and family are waiting for us.
MASSIMO
Gavino and Arlo sit down next to me. They don’t say anything at first, and I’m glad for the silent companionship, but I know that they have something they want to say to me. They don’t usually come over together to shoot the shit.
“A new bakery came into your area,” Arlo mentions.
“I’ve already visited them,” I state. “They won’t be an issue.