Page 30 of Vicious Redemption

She whimpers, her head falling back onto her pillow as her fingers curl around our sheets. “Wake me like this every day?” she begs, her voice breathy and oozing with need.

I chuckle, licking her slit once again and relishing the way she squirms beneath my hands. Her legs quiver, and her fingers comb into my hair, giving it a light tug that both arouses me and silently guides me upward.

Pressing a last kiss to her clit, I obey, stalking up the length of her body until my hips settle between her thighs.

Our lips meet, and my cock throbs as we share the taste of her pussy, which lingers on my tongue. When Tia moans greedily, I deepen the kiss and find her breast with my palm. Kneading the supple flesh, I tease her nipple into a hard point. Then, I slowly make my way down the soft fabric until I find the hem of her nightie.

She lifts her hips, allowing me to guide it up around her waist. And after sitting up to let me strip her, she goes to work removing my boxer briefs. Her eyes light with anticipation as my cock springs free, and when I ease on top of her, she wraps her arms around me.

Today, rather than the frantic sex that comes after an argument, I take it slowly.

Hooking her knees with my elbows, I spread her legs, guiding her thighs open and her feet up to my shoulders so she’s fully exposed. Then I line up with her entrance and push inside her one inch at a time.

Gasping, Tia grips me tightly, her walls spasming as I fill her like we have all the time in the world. Her fingers press into my back muscles, sending tingles up and down my spine. And when I’m buried inside her to the hilt, I pause to appreciate the soft moan that escapes her lips.

I rock slowly inside her, savoring the pleasure of our bodies intertwined. Each motion arouses me further, the way she arches her back, her hips shifting as her legs flex. The friction combined with the magnetic connection between us makes the soft intimacy of making love all the more powerful.

It feels so good to please Tia, I can hardly contain myself. My instincts urge me to drive harder, to take her with all the passion building in my chest. But each euphoric movement is so potent, that I don’t want to change a thing.

“You feel so good,” Tia breathes against my lips, voicing my thoughts.

A rumbling confirmation rises from my chest as her soft words turn me on to the point of leaving me speechless. For her sake, I want to last all fucking morning. But right now, I’m so aroused I could come at any moment.

“Oh god, Leo, you’re gonna make me come!” she gasps, the sound tortured.

Her back arches, her breasts pressing into my chest, and the feel of her hard nipples grazing my skin sends me over the edge.

“Fuck,” I grunt as the pressure building at the base of my spine explodes.

Closing my lips on the tender skin behind her ear, I suck as I bury myself inside her and release my seed in several throbbing bursts. Fireworks light the inside of my eyelids as I come hard and fast, and I groan as Tia whimpers. Then her pussy clamps down around me like a vise.

It feels insanely good to have her gripping me, milking every last drop of my cum inside her body. And she trembles beneath me, her shuddering breaths raising the hair on the back of my neck.

Sex with Tia has always been beyond pleasurable. But this nearly drives me out of my mind. She’s so sinfully sensual, so soft yet passionate. I could live to be inside her, to feel her euphoria and know that I’m the master of her ecstasy.

Her fingers stroke lightly up and down my spine, sending tingling relief through my chest and core as I breathe heavily, relishing her supple warmth beneath me. Slowly, I release her legs, letting them settle onto the bed.

And rising onto my forearms, I peer into her captivating onyx gaze.

“Good morning,” she responds finally, a sultry, satisfied smile gracing her luscious lips.

I chuckle, leaning in to kiss her gently. Continuing the attention, I kiss a trail down her neck and between her perfect breasts, drawing soft, melodic laughter from her as she combs her fingers into my hair.

I don’t stop until I reach her stomach, where the sweetest hint of a baby bump has started to develop. Curious if I might hear anything, I turn to rest my ear over her navel. And though it’s silent, I can bring forth with perfect clarity the sound of our baby’s heartbeat on the ultrasound machine.

It makes my chest ache with joy to know Tia’s carrying our child. I’d never realized it could mean so much to me. Of course, I’d imagined I would have a wife and family someday. Eventually.

But how I got to have Tia as that wife—to know this tiny, innocent being is what brought us together—makes me want to shower our baby with all I have to offer. I will cherish her with every fiber of my being.

My lips curl into a smile as I realize I’ve started to think of our baby as a girl by default—because that’s what Tia believes it is.

“Good morning, amoruccio,” I murmur against Tia’s creamy flesh, covering her tummy with one palm and splaying my fingers as if to cradle our unborn child. “I know it’s not time just yet, but I can’t wait to meet you.”

I glance up at Tia and find her eyes shining with a love that melts my heart. I press my lips to her belly again and turn my attention back to our child. I don’t know if the baby can even hear me, but I like the thought that she might grow familiar with my voice, that she might get to know it even now.

“You’re so loved, piccola. And you’re so blessed, do you know? To have a mamma like yours. Will you help me look after her?”

Tia tsks, her fingers combing through my hair affectionately.

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