“Yes, want you so much,” I whimper, my walls clenching on his finger as he starts thrusting it in and out of me. “Oh God,” I cry out when he adds another finger, moving them faster inside of me and sending a rush of heat flooding my core.
“Need to be inside you,” he says gruffly, withdrawing his fingers. I whimper at the loss, but then I feel him shift behind me, lifting my top leg and draping it back over his hip. The position opens me to him, and when the thick head of his cock presses against my entrance, I moan in anticipation.
“Is this okay?” he murmurs against my ear, always checking, always careful with me in this state.
“More than okay,” I breathe. “Please, Antonio.”
He pushes inside me slowly, filling me inch by inch, and the angle is exquisite—deep and intimate in a way that makes my toes curl. His arm wraps around me from behind, his palm splaying protectively over my belly as he begins to move.
“Antonio!” I sob as pleasure rolls through me. He thrusts into me with slow, deep strokes, his mouth hot on my neck, and when his free hand slides down to circle my aching bud, I cry out. The dual sensation—his cock filling me, his fingers working my clit—has me trembling in minutes.
“That's it, baby,” he growls against my ear. “Let go for me.”
“Harder,” I whimper as I feel pleasure build in my core, fast and threatening to overwhelm me. “Please..oh God!”
My body arches back against him as he listens, his thrusts growing faster, deeper, each stroke sending waves of ecstasythrough me. His fingers move faster on my clit, and I shatter with a scream, tightening around him as violent tremors rock through me.
He follows right behind, his muscles tensing against my back as he floods me with his release, groaning my name into my hair as his hips jerk against me. His arm tightens around my belly, holding me close as we ride out the aftershocks together.
His thrusts turn slow until he stills, both of us breathing hard. He presses a kiss to my shoulder, then my neck, then the spot behind my ear that always makes me shiver. “Better than a foot massage?”
“Way better,” I heave as he helps me sit up, fluffing the pillows behind me and setting them up so I’m more comfortable.
“I’ll go get you a robe,” he says, grabbing the towel on his way to the bathroom. I admire those muscles as he walks away, smiling at the blissful feeling our little workout left me feeling.
And then I feel something, and my smile drops.
Oh.
Oh God.
“Antonio!”
***
Antonio
I'm gone for all of twenty seconds when she calls me. I smile as her voice makes its way to me. Emilia has been a little clingy since we found out we’re going to have our first child, and I'm no different. It's been a real struggle keeping my eyes off her. I wasn't able to breathe until she took her leave, and we temporarily moved out of our penthouse and into the Rossiestate. Here, she has a whole community around her ready to see to her every need.
And she has the library.
“Antonio!”
“Coming,mia stellina,” I call out, grabbing her robe. “Just a second.”
“Hurry, please!” My heart threatens to stop at her words as I rush back to the room and take in her flushed face. She's calmer than I expected, but there's an excitement in those blue eyes I adore. “My water just broke.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"Okay, I’ve got you," I say, rushing to the bed. I help her sit up, ignoring the wet pool under her as I help her to her feet.
“Let me get dressed," she says, and despite every instinct screaming at me to rush, I help her into a comfortable dress she'd laid out for this exact moment. Only then do we head out of the room. I keep a steady arm around her as we make our way down the stairs, calling out for Silvia.
She comes running from the kitchen and meets us at the foot of the stairs. "Her water just broke," I tell my mother-in-law. “Can you grab her things and meet us in the car?”
She’s already moving before I am done talking. I help my wife into the car I left parked at the front when I arrived earlier from work. I help her into the passenger seat, and by the time I'm done strapping her in, Silvia, my father and his wife, Estella, are running down the steps, carrying two bags between them.
"We'll meet you at the hospital," my father says, passing Silvia's bag when she slips into the back of my car. "Go, we're right behind you."
