date.
What can you say? Brio was a character.
I made my way into the kitchen, finding Giana poring over a recipe book, her arms perched on the counter, her ass sticking outward in a pair of barely-there silk pajama shorts.
I didn't even pause to think about it, just walked up behind her, dragging her shorts and panties down, exposing her ass, my hand slipping between her thighs.
"What are you doing?" she hissed, body tensing. "We can't."
"This is our house. Sure we can," I told her, fingers plunging into her pussy, making her hips buck.
"There is a crew of men and Brio in the next room," she told me, trying to sound forceful, but her hips were already rocking against me, begging for more.
"Then I guess you are going to have to try to be quiet then," I told her, my free hand pulling out my cock as my fingers left her drenched pussy, slipping up to work her clit.
"Lorenzo we can't," she insisted as my cock slid up her cleft, pressing against her pussy for a short second before plunging inside.
"And yet we are," I told her, lazily thrusting into her, knowing that if I got too hard or too rough, she would have no control over her reaction. And as much as I was liking the idea of claiming my woman with my men only a couple rooms away, I didn't want anyone hearing what she sounded like when she was begging for my cock. That was just for me to hear. And I did. Frequently. So while I wasn't typically someone for sweet sex, that was what I was giving her this morning, pumping into her tight pussy slowly, taking every inch of her, then rolling my hips at the deepest point, feeling her walls tighten at the sensation, then withdrawing before doing it all over again.
I thought it would take her longer, but her legs were already starting to shake, her breathing was quick, ragged, her hands were curled into fists on the counter.
"Lorenzo, I can't..." she started, voice getting louder.
My hand clamped over her mouth as my hips thrust inward, jerking up, making the orgasm crash through her system, her walls spasming around my cock, milking my orgasm from me as well, leaving me half-folded over her, panting, trying to bring some reason back into my system.
We hadn't been great about the protection thing, I realized as I slowly pulled out of her, tucking myself away, reaching to pull her panties and shorts back into place, the smell of sex mingling with the chocolate in the room. It wasn't normal for me to not use a condom. In fact, I'd only ever fucked without one once before, when I'd been too young and too stupid to think about consequences. When Santi knocked up his high school girlfriend, though, I smartened up. Never fucked without one. I didn't want to settle down. And that was exactly what I would have to do if I got someone pregnant.
That said, if Giana happened to skip a cycle, if she came to me with a stick and uncertain eyes? Yeah, I would be good with that.
It was soon, sure.
But when you knew, you knew.
She was the one.
She was going to take my ring, take my name, take my future.
I was going to give her safety, give her stability, give her a home and a family and half a dozen babies with her sass and my eyes.
So it didn't matter if we weren't careful.
You could be a little reckless when you knew you found the one.
"If you made me burn the eclairs, I am going to kill you," Giana declared, eyes going wide, rushing toward the stove, grabbing oven mitts as she went.
"Yeah, boss man," Brio said, casually walking into the room. "I will kill you too. I've been waiting for those for almost an hour now."
"Hey, do I smell chocolate?" Emilio asked, materializing behind Brio, still disheveled from bed.
Giana placed the pans on the top of the stove, turning over her shoulder to give me a smile.
I'd been itching to get the house to ourselves.
But Giana had told me she liked it like it was, busy, chaotic, full.
And I guessed I could deal with that.
Until I could get the house filled with babies, at least.
Giana - 1 Year
"I'm going to slice it off in your sleep," I told him, grabbing his hand so hard he winced.
"Hey, now, you like my cock just as much as I do," he reminded me, reaching