I thread my fingers through his hair, overwhelmed by the tenderness of this moment. This is so different from our first wedding night, when fear and uncertainty colored everything.
Luca stands, shedding his own clothes, then he’s guiding me to the bed, arranging pillows behind me so I’m comfortable.
“Tell me if anything hurts,” he says, settling beside me. “Tell me if you need to stop.”
“I will,” I promise. “But Luca? Stop being so careful. I’m not going to break.” I’m as big as a whale, there’s no way nothing will happen to me.
He smiles, slow and heated. “No, you’re not. You’re the strongest person I know.”
And then he’s kissing me—deep, thorough kisses that make me forget about being pregnant and tired and anything except the way he makes me feel. His hands map my body like he’s memorizing every curve, every change that pregnancy has brought.
When his mouth moves down to my breasts, lavishing attention on nipples that are almost painfully sensitive, I arch into him with a gasp.
“Too much?” he asks immediately, pulling his head back, his dark eyebrows furrowing.
“No!” I nearly shout, arching more into him and offering my breasts to him. “No, god no. More. Please,more.”
He smiles against my nipple before he takes one into his mouth, sucking on it lightly before letting his teeth scrape over it. I moan loudly, my hips bucking upward against his.
He moves his mouth to my other breast and repeats his actions, causing another deep moan from me.
“Please, Luca.Please.”
He smiles again and his mouth moves down to my stomach, placing little butterfly kisses along my skin. His mouth moves further down until it’s over my heat and I gasp as his tongue enters me, over and over again. His tongue runs over my clit, and I gasp loudly again before my body shakes and his name is a prayer on my lips.
Luca’s tongue works faster, delving deeper into my core, and my hands tangle in his hair, my hips bucking again. His own hands move to hold my hips down before he removes his mouth. But it’s clear he isn’t finished with me yet.
“More,” I nearly sob, trying to thrust my hips up, desperate for contact.
But he shakes his head. “I don’t want you to come just yet,” he tells me huskily. “I want you to feel every little thing I do to you.”
He moves back up my body and his hand trails down my thigh. God, I’m so wet and ready.
“Gigi,” he breathes. “You’re so?—”
“Pregnant and horny,” I finish for him. “It’s a thing. Hormones. Don’t judge me.”
He laughs, the sound vibrating against my skin. “Not judging.Definitelynot judging.”
He slides two fingers into me slowly and I clench my walls around him almost immediately. He pumps his fingers in and out, relentlessly, going faster, and he curls them upward, making me squirm with my breath quickening to a pant. A thin layer of sweat covers my body as his lips claim mine again, his fingers still moving inside me.
His tongue pushes my lips apart and plunges into my mouth. He slides another finger inside me and hisses, “Fuck, you’re so tight around my hand.”
I moan against his mouth, my hips bucking wildly against his.
Luca smiles against my lips, his tongue stroking mine. I can feel a knot form in my stomach, and I know I’m close to my release. Luca can feel it too because his fingers move faster as he slips a third one into me. The stretch ismagnificentand that alone makes me come so hard I see stars. “Luca!” I cry out, my whole body jerking.
“I love watching you fall apart for me,” Luca says, placing a kiss at the corner of my mouth as he removes his fingers from me. I nearly whine at the loss of contact. “I’ll never get tired of it."
“Then you’re going to love the next seven decades,” I manage breathlessly, groaning slightly as I watch him lick his gleaming fingers. That knot is building again in my stomach.
He positions himself between my legs, careful not to put weight on my belly, and I can feel him hard and ready against me.
“Are you sure?” he asks one more time.
Instead of answering, I reach down and guide him inside me, watching his face transform as he slides home. Pleasure shoots down my spine and pools at my core. My hips lift and meet with his as he pushes himself until he’s basically seated inside me.
“Please, Luca,” I whimper. “Move.”
