Page 68 of His Vow
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Strong, muscled arms wrap around my body, his hands lying gently against my stomach.
“I can’t wait to see your belly swell with our baby,” he whispers close to the shell of my ear.
“Really? Do you want to know if we’re having a boy or girl?” It’s something I’ve been wondering about. There’s been so much else happening that we haven’t had a chance to talk about anything more than the bare basics of pregnancy.
“One of each.”
“What?” I splutter.
“You always said you wanted two. And one day it would be nice to have at least one of each, if you haven’t changed your mind.”
Smiling, I sink back into Antonio’s chest. The tension that’s held my body captive this last week unfurling with the delicious warmth of my husband’s body pressed close against mine.
In front of us, the Tyrrhenian Sea sparkles like a treasure trove of jewels in the dying rays of light. Sunrise and sunset are my favorite times of day on the balcony of our villa. And even better with Antonio placing soft kisses along the column of my neck.
“You’re not mad at me anymore?” he asks, before kissing the pulse point right below my earlobe. He knows exactly what this does to me, and on cue, my legs turn to jelly.
“How can I be when you do that?” I reach my arm up behind me to loop around his neck, and his hands roam higher to cup my breasts. They’ve felt tender lately due to pregnancy. But his touch remains gentle, like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever held.
“So does that mean you’re up for some makeup sex?”
“I thought you told me we don’t have sex—we make love.”
He chuckles, and his warm breath tickles my ear. “Makeup love, then. Please, I need to be inside you.” I love it when he begs for my body.
“Sì.Please show me how good makeup love can be.”
His hands move down, following the shape of me, and when he reaches the band of my leggings, one slips beneath it.
I gasp. “Where are Will and Parker?” I ask. Not wanting Ant to stop, but also not wanting our security to see us.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not about to let anyone see you. Your gorgeous body is for my eyes only.”
We’re standing on the upper-level balcony off our bedroom, which isn’t overlooked by neighbors. We’d only be seen if someone were standing on the main balcony below and looked up. And even then, we’d only be visible from the waist up. They wouldn’t be able to see me spreading my legs wider as Antonio’s thumb circles my clit.
“Ahhh! That’s good.”
“Have you forgiven me?” he asks, raising his head from where he’s stringing kisses and light nips along my shoulder.
He feeds one, two, then three fingers into my pussy. My core floods with desire.
“M-m-maybe,” I stammer.
Again, he chuckles. “Well, I might not let you come until you do.” His fingers hook up inside me to hit that magical spot, and my next breath catches. I’m so close, but with his thumb now stilled against my clit, I can’t get there.
“Ti prego.”
“You can beg all you want, beautiful, but you need to tell me I’m forgiven, and then you can come.”
I push my hips forward, reaching for more. “Sì, Antonio,” I whimper, but when his hand remains motionless, I add, “Antonio, I forgive you.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs close to my ear, and I can hear the satisfaction in his voice. He gives me the friction I need, and my hips buck, fucking his fingers.
“Sì,Antonio. Sì. Sì. Sì,” I cry out, not caring who can hear me as I fall apart in my husband’s arms. Completely consumed by the orgasm rippling through my body.
And I’ve barely caught my breath when Ant pulls my leggings down to my ankles, has his steel-hard cock out of his pants, and is rubbing it along my ass crack.
