“Fuck, yes.” Gio groaned. “That’s what I’ve been waiting for.” The golden liquid spilled over his fingers as he brought one hand to his mouth, sucking the digits clean, a satisfied rumble rolling through his chest. “So fucking sweet.”
Gathering up more, he pushed his fingers into my mouth, making me taste it. Though I should have been outright horrified at ingesting my own breastmilk, I lapped it up greedily.
Thick and sweet, already, I craved more.
It was borderline depraved, and I realized I was just as fucked in the head as my husband. Maybe this was a sign that we were a perfect pair after all.
The fluid motion of our bodies rocking together while Gio stimulated my nipples had the ache between my thighs reaching a fever pitch.
“I need—” My broken plea was replaced by a throaty groan as Gio picked up the pace, pumping into me faster. I was so wet, the sloppy sounds of him penetrating me filled the room.
Liquid fire coursed through my veins as I strained against him, writhing in my desperation to reach the highest peak of ecstasy. I was so close, but it taunted me, just out of reach.
Sensing my needs, Gio dropped one hand between my spread thighs, strumming my clit with expert precision, and it sent me into the stratosphere on a shrill scream. My release gushed around his fingers, soaking his thighs and mine, and I kept coming for what felt like an eternity, the intense pressure seemingly never-ending.
The grunts in my ear grew louder, coming in time with each piston of his cock. Until, finally, he bit down on the sensitive skin of my shoulder hard enough to break the skin, his roar of release muffled as he emptied inside me.
Slick with sweat, I collapsed against the man at my back, trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
For a while, our harsh breathing was the only sound in the room, and we were content to lie there, our connection intact as we recovered.
Eventually, Gio shifted behind me, guiding my hands from around the back of his neck and into view so he could undo the knots holding the silk tie in place.
His thumbs stroked the red marks left behind on my wrists as I flexed my fingers. “Too much?”
Sighing, I shook my head. “Just enough.”
He hummed against the side of my head. “Ready to move?”
My gaze remained locked on our reflection in the window. Snow had begun to fall, making it appear as if we were contained within a snow globe. “Not yet.”
“Okay.” He kissed my temple, his touch trailing over my generous curves until he cupped my belly with both hands. “We can stay here for as long as you’d like.”
Content to be held in his arms, our bodies joined, I let my heavy eyelids fall shut.
Peace and calm surrounded us, hidden away from the rest of the world, and I wished we could stay like this forever.
“Where are you going?” Gio’s sleep-roughened voice called out in the darkness as I slid out of bed.
“My back’s bothering me. I’m gonna take a hot shower to see if that helps.”
The rustling of sheets falling away as he sat up reached my ears. “You want me to come with you?”
“No sense in us both losing sleep over it,” I protested.
He released a heavy sigh. “Rory.”
Reaching over, I squeezed his hand. “I won’t be long. Promise.”
Though there was a rumble from his chest, Gio had the good sense not to argue further.
Padding into the ensuite, I turned on the shower. While I waited for the water to warm up, I shoved the thin straps of my nightgown off my shoulders, and the material pooled at my feet. Groaning, I pressed a hand to my aching lower back. Hopefully, the heat would provide enough relief that I could get a few hoursof sleep, which was all I was afforded these days with the baby pressing on my bladder.
Steam filled the room, and I stepped through the glass door, a moan floating past my lips when the scalding water landed on my aching muscles. I reached up to adjust the showerhead, shifting the setting from an even downpour to a targeted massage. Turning, I placed my hands on the marble wall, rocking my hips from side to side as the high-pressure spray hit the perfect spot.
Though it dulled the sharpness of the pain, it continued to radiate outward, curling around my hips in waves.
“Rory? It’s been half an hour. Are you okay?”
