The door bursts open, and Tony strides in with quick, determined steps. He freezes the moment he sees me. One hand is still gripping the doorknob, while the other clutches the letter I gave him, along with the pieces of the broken necklace. His chest rises and falls rapidly, he must have taken the stairs two at a time.
I rise onto my knees, stretching my arms out toward him. Without hesitation, he drops everything and closes the distance in long, purposeful strides. He slams his body against mine, wrapping his arms around me so tightly that I feel the pressure in my bones. The sweet ache courses through me, and I cling to him.
For a few seconds he holds me tightly, then crashes his lips onto mine. His tongue dives as deep as it can, tasting every inch of my mouth. My arm coils around his neck like a snake, and my nails dig into his shoulder. I kiss him back fiercely, moaning softly into his mouth.
Emotions erupt within me like a volcano—being loved and loving him back. This is the deepest pleasure I’ve ever known.
I pull back for a brief moment, locking eyes with him. Both of our chests heave from the weight of desire. His eyes gleam as he brushes his nose against mine. I slide my hands under his T-shirt. He helps me pull it off.
My voice is soft, barely a whisper. “Make love to me, Tony.”
His brows furrow, and he narrows his eyes, locking his gaze on me. Every muscle in his body is tense. His fingers dig into my flesh, and strangely, it makes me feel safe, secure in his grip. It’s intoxicating. He presses his lips to mine again, carefully lowering me onto the bed.
Releasing my lips, he trails wet kisses down my body. He moves to each of my breasts, taking his time with each one. When he’s satisfied, his kisses trail back to my mouth. I kiss him deeply, my hands beginning their own exploration of his sculpted body.
I trace the strands of hair on his chest, letting my fingers roam downward. Passing his navel, I slide my hand into his pants, past his underwear, until I’m holding his hard length. A guttural moan escapes his lips as he pulls back, stepping off the bed.
He yanks his pants and underwear down in one motion.
His face is intense, determined—like he’s going into battle instead of making love. His eyes remain locked on mine as he undresses, and then he climbs back onto the bed, straddling me. The weight of his body shifts the mattress beneath us, sending ripples through my curves. My fuller breasts jiggle softly with every move he makes.
He lowers his head, planting a wet kiss on the taut peak of my nipple, drawing a moan from my lips. My skin feels like it’s buzzing everywhere.
I rub my thighs together, the pressure building into unbearable tension, while my hand glides over his body, savoring every inch.
He places his hands on my knees, gently spreading them apart as he settles between my legs. His mouth crashes onto mine, his fingers begin to glide up and down my slit, teasing me. I dig my nails into his muscular arms, crying out his name in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
His tongue trails down my breast, moving lower until it reaches my swollen, sensitive clit. He captures the tender nub in his mouth, sucking on it in a way that makes my back arch off the bed and sends a loud moan from my lips. I fist his hair, trembling as I beg,
“Tony, I need to feel you. I need you inside me.”
He lifts his head, murmuring softly, “It’s been months since we’ve had sex. Let me get you ready so it won’t hurt.”
I shake my head, propping myself up on my elbows, my body trembling with need. The pull toward him is so strong, it brings tears to my eyes.
“No, Tony. Please,” I plead with him again.
He nods slowly, crawling up my body until he’s lying beside me. Turning onto his side, he slips his right arm under my neck, using his elbow to support his weight. With his free hand he turns me onto my side, pulling my back flush against his chest.
He lifts my leg, resting it over his thigh so he can reach me fully. My core is pulsing uncontrollably, my breathing has become erratic. He grips his cock, guiding the velvet-soft tip along my slit. A slick pool of arousal has already gathered at my entrance, but he’s still intent on preparing me further.
Reaching back, I let my fingers brush against the stubble on his jaw, locking my gaze with his dark, piercing eyes.
“I’m ready, Tony,” I whisper. “Please, let me feel you.”
His mouth slams onto mine as he pushes inside. The stretch stings, a slight burn as my walls tighten around him, but it’s not enough to make me want him to stop. Quite the opposite—I clench around him, pulling him deeper, as if my very life depends on it.
He raises his head, panting heavily, his brows furrowed.
“Are you okay?”
I can’t find the words. Right now, everything is just raw nerve endings on fire with pleasure. All I can do is nod.
He stays still, watching me, making sure I’m okay. I move my hips in a circular motion. A deep groan escapes his lips. Taking my hand in his, he guides it to my clit.
“Touch yourself, baby. Make it feel even better.”
I do as he says, and he rewards me with slow, deep thrusts. My lips brush against the stubble on his jaw, and I match his movements, rolling my hips in sync. His hand slides from the soft swell of my stomach, a mark left behind from pregnancy, up to my sensitive breasts. He cups them, kneading gently, while his rough groans fill the room, each note stirring me further.
