Then, I move lower.
My lips find her stomach, and I press a soft kiss to the warm skin there. The skin that will soon stretch and grow and house our babies.
A fierce wave of love washes over me, so strong it almost takes my breath away.
I rest my cheek against her stomach, my hand splayed across it.
"Antonio," she says, her voice a breathy whisper. "What are you doing?"
I look up at her, my eyes full of love and adoration. "I'm worshipping you."
I press a kiss to her stomach, right over our children.
My children. Ourchildren.
"I'm worshipping the mother of my children. The woman I love."
She looks at me, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Oh, Antonio."
I slide back up her body, my lips finding hers. This kiss is different from the others.
It's gentle, tender, full of love. and a promise of a future.
A future I'm ready to start.
Now.
I position myself between her legs, my cock nudging at her entrance.
She’s wet and ready, her body eager, welcoming.
I look into her eyes and see what I need there.
Slowly, I push into her.
The feeling is... indescribable. Tight, hot, wet.
Home.
This is home.
I groan, my head dropping to her shoulder as I sink deeper, her body stretching to accommodate me.
She feels incredible, like she was made for me, and only for me.
She's all velvet heat and tight, perfect grip, and for a second, I forget everything but this feeling, this connection.
Her arms wrap around my neck, her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, deeper.
"Antonio," she breathes, her voice a ragged whisper against my ear.
"Say my name again," I demand, my voice rough.
"Antonio," she says, her lips brushing against my ear.
"Again."
"Antonio," she says, her voice a little louder, a little more confident.
