"You're welcome," she whispers back. "Now cut the cake before Lily stages a coup."
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Antonella
The mattress dips under my palms as I grip the sheets, my knees threatening to buckle. Bruno's hands spread my thighs wider from behind, his breath hot against my skin.
"Six more weeks," he growls against my flesh. "Six fucking weeks of watching you walk around this house, knowing I can't have you properly."
I gasp as his tongue drags through my folds. "The doctor said?—"
"I know what the doctor said." His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me back toward his face. "I was there. Counting every goddamn day."
After the pregnancy confirmation, doctor recommended we abstain from penetrative sex until the first trimester ended. Bruno had taken the instruction like a personal challenge, finding creative ways to drive me insane without technically breaking the rules. His mouth. His fingers. Watching me touch myself while he sat in his wheelchair, eyes burning.
Today we have a new position testing.
"Clothes off," he'd said. "Now."
I hadn't argued.
Now I stand bent over the edge of our bed, completely bare, while Bruno sits in his wheelchair behind me. His face is buried between my ass cheeks, his tongue working me with single-minded determination.
"Bruno." His name comes out strangled.
He doesn't respond with words. Instead, he grips my thighs harder and pulls me back, sealing his mouth over me completely. The sound he makes—a low, hungry groan—vibrates through my core.
My arms shake. The position leaves me completely exposed to him, unable to see what he's doing, only feel it. His tongue pushes inside me, then withdraws to circle my clit. Over and over. Building a rhythm that makes my vision blur.
His tongue pushes deeper, and I cry out.
"Quiet." His hand comes down on my ass with a sharp slap. "Lily's still in the house."
"Then stop—" Another slap cuts me off.
"Stop what?" He spreads me wider with his thumbs. "Stop eating my wife's pussy? After all day?" A dark laugh. "Not fucking likely."
He dives back in with renewed intensity. I bury my face in the mattress to muffle my moans, my fingers clawing at the sheets. Bruno's tongue is relentless, alternating between deep thrusts and teasing flicks that make my thighs tremble.
"You're dripping." His voice is rough with satisfaction. "All over my face."
Heat floods my cheeks. "Bruno?—"
"I love it." He licks me clean, then starts again. "Love how wet you get for me. How your body responds before your mind catches up."
My hips rock back against his mouth without my permission. Bruno rewards me with a groan, his grip tightening on my thighs.
"That's it." He pulls back just enough to speak. "Fuck my face, baby. Take what you need."
The permission breaks something loose in me. I push back against him, grinding against his tongue while he holds me steady. The obscene sounds of his mouth on me fill the room.
"Bruno, I'm—" The pressure builds too fast. "I can't?—"
"You can." His tongue circles my clit. "You will."
He seals his mouth over me and sucks hard. The orgasm crashes through me without warning, my whole body seizing as I scream into the mattress. Bruno doesn't stop. He works me through it, his tongue gentling but never leaving, drawing out every last tremor until I'm shaking and gasping.
When he finally pulls back, I collapse forward onto the bed, my legs giving out completely.
