Page 148 of His Tesoro

Iwoke as the bed shifted. The early morning light was barely peeking through the curtains, and Sofiya was going to the bathroom again.

I forced myself to stay in bed. She’d already yelled at me twice this week when I tried to follow her into the bathroom. But what if she got dizzy and fell? My chest tightened, and I bolted upright in bed just as Sofiya walked back into the bedroom.

“Don’t worry, husband, I survived the toilet.” She rolled her eyes as she said it, but there was a smile tugging at her lips. She looked so gorgeous. Her hand supported her round belly, which was covered in a soft, lacy nightgown. Her cheeks were rosy and the morning light made her messy hair glow, just like it had on our wedding day.

She was perfection.

I guided her into bed with her back to my chest, arranged her pregnancy pillow between her legs, and wrapped my arms around her.

“Merry Christmas, tesoro,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “You’re the greatest gift of my life.” I ran my hand down her stomach, holding her close. She was just a few weeks away from giving birth, and I couldn’t wait to meet our baby.

My daughter.

We were having a girl, and I couldn’t have been more thrilled and terrified. I hoped she looked exactly like my beautiful wife.

“Merry Christmas,” she said, covering my hand with hers and giving it a squeeze.

I breathed in her sweet floral scent, enjoying these last moments of it just being the two of us.

I dozed off, content to have this slow morning before chaos descended on our home. I was woken by my little wife grinding her ass on my rapidly hardening cock.

I pressed my smile into her hair. She’d been especially horny these past few months.

“Matteo.” My name on her lips was everything.

“Yes, tesoro.” I ran my hand down her belly until I was cupping her pussy. “I’m here.”

“I’m so glad you’re with me,” she said. “No one else I’d rather live life with.”

My heart squeezed as I raised her nightgown and lowered my boxers, gently slipping into her wet cunt. She’d had more dislocations during the pregnancy, so I made my movements torturously slow as I thrust in and out. My hand wandered across her soft skin, soaking in her warmth as I gave her sensitive nipple a soft squeeze. She moaned, reaching back to clutch at whatever part of me she could grab.

“That’s my good girl.” She tightened around me as little whimpers slipped through her lips. “I love you, tesoro. So fucking much.”

She shook as her orgasm washed over her. “I love you,” she said, repeating the words over and over.

I wrapped myself around her as I came. I never tired of filling her with my cum or of holding her close like this. She was the most important person in my life, the center of my universe.

“I have something for you to open before we have breakfast,” Sofiya said as she rolled over to the tree and grabbed a red and gold striped package.

“I have a pile of gifts you can open before breakfast,” I responded. I had wanted her to open all her presents last night. Actually, I’d been pestering her to open presents since December first, but she said that wasn’t how it was done.

As if I cared. I shouldn’t have to wait for a certain day to spoil my wife.

She fixed me with a stern look and Noodle did the same as he swung his head toward me. I sighed, unable to argue with them, and walked over to grab my present. I tore the wrapping and found a bright red sweater with a deformed something on the front.

I furrowed my brow trying to figure out what the fuck I was holding.

“Do you like it? Sienna and I have been learning how to crochet and I made that for you.”

Years of training as Don allowed me to keep my face blank. Sofiya looked so happy I didn’t have the heart to tell her the sweater was the most hideous thing I’d ever seen.

“Well, what do you think?” she asked, her eyes shining with hopefulness.

I leaned down and gripped her chin. “I’m honored you would make this for me, tesoro.”

She smiled into my kiss. “Well, try it on! I used one of your shirts to get the size right, so hopefully I measured correctly.”

I gritted my jaw before pulling it over my head. At least the material was soft, and she had gotten the fit mostly correct.

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