She teases me with the same answer she often gives. She reaches out and trails her fingertips from my temple to my jaw before she leans in to brush a kiss across my lips.
“Did you know you’re even luckier than you realize?”
“Oh?”
“You get to be apapà.”
My eyes widen so much they hurt. My heart races as I replay her words over and over. I reach for her and pull her on top of me as I roll onto my back. She straddles me, and I harden immediately.
“Really?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“How?”
I babble the stupidest question. I’ve known how babies are made since I was at least eleven, and from how her cunt rubs against my cock, I can guess how we conceived. This position or at least one of ten others.
“Should I remind you?”
We’re on a private beach under a cabana that blocks us from anyone’s prying eyes unless they’re out to sea. We’ve sunbathed naked every day since we arrived. It’s not that either of us cares about tan lines. We’re enjoying sex on the beach every chance we get. Vita rocks her hips as she coats my cock.
I sit up, one hand fisting her hair while the other rests at the base of her throat. I reject the idea of tightening my hold, now I know she’s pregnant. Instead, it rests heavily—possessively. She lowers herself onto my dick, and we both groan. That moment when our bodies join never gets old. That first sensation of her taking me into her, no end and no beginning.
She shifts from resting her hands on my shoulders as she sank onto me to crossing her wrists behind her back. We’ll have to rethink how we enjoy kinky sex. I never want to hurt her, and now that there’s a little life growing inside her, I won’t risk her or our baby.
“How long have you known,chiquita?”
I know she hasn’t seen a doctor since we arrived, but maybe she brought a test with her.
“The morning we left.”
“You’ve kept this to yourself for a week? How long did you suspect you were?”
I know she hears the hurt in my voice. She wraps a lock of my hair around her index finger as her nails skim over the top of my spine.
“I threw up two mornings in a row, and thefette biscottateIbakedthe other day made me want to gag. It’s never done that before. I took a test the morning we left. I waited because I wanted us to be completely alone.”
I twist to peer around the cabana shade and realize none of my cousins are nearby. There wasn’t a chance in hell we were traveling anywhere without a retinue of guards, and the other men in my family are the only ones I trust for this. It’s that way when any couple travels. I’ve left Vita at home to guard my cousins and their wives. It’s just how things work.
During other trips out to the cabana or beach, the guys have given us space but were within yelling distance. Right now, I can see them much farther in the distance and back at the house. I don’t know how Vita convinced them not to be closer because I’m certain she wouldn’t tell them our news before telling me.
“Are you excited,chiquita?”
We started talking about trying a month ago, so Vita went off her birth control. Apparently, she and I are pretty fucking fertile.
“I am, Jandro. I can’t believe we’re going to have a baby.”
“I hope they look like you, little one.”
“And if I want them to look like you?”
“Definitely more like you.”
I press her head forward and capture her mouth in a kiss no one should witness. I spank her playfully, and she rides me as she throws her head back. The creamy expanse of her neck calls to me. I lick from her shoulder up to her jaw before nipping atthe bone. I bite her earlobe before blowing lightly into it. She moans just like I knew she would. I kiss behind her ear.
“Fuck,chica. You’re going to squeeze the cum from me before I’m ready for this to end.”
“I can’t help it. I want you so fucking deep inside me, and I don’t want to let go.”
