Page 84 of Memento Mori
As I licked up her folds, her legs began to quiver with pleasure. “Can I make her come again?” I asked again, and she moaned,but her pussy answered for me, when a gush of my cum and her arousal hit my tongue.
I pulled her pussy apart and just watched as our arousal dripped from her entrance which caused my dick to thicken. Using the pad of my thumb, I gently pushed the mixture of our fluids back inside her, mesmerized as her tightness enveloped my digit, mimicking the sensation of my cock.
I groaned.
“Such a pretty cunt you have,Bella.”
As he pushed back against me, I moved my thumb rhythmically in and out of her. As I circled her clit with my finger, her movements became more urgent and forceful, pushing back against my hand with a growing intensity.
“Come, my love,” I said, applying more pressure to her clit.
Her body tightened around my thumb as she pressed her ass against my hand, savoring the lingering waves of her orgasm. After sucking my thumb clean, I planted a gentle kiss on her ass. She let out a deep sigh and laid down, and I ignored my arousal and joined her on the bed. I pulled her into my arms, feeling the warmth of her body against mine.
I could go another round or two, but she had been so tired lately, I think she needed more rest before I pulled a few more orgasms out of her.
With her snuggled tightly against me, I pressed my lips to her forehead, feeling the tender intimacy between us. If we could lay like this forever in our little cocoon, feeling the warmth of each other’s bodies, I would be so happy. I pulled the soft comforter up over both of us, and she let out a contented sigh.
“Are you tired?” I asked, tracing my fingers up and down her exposed arm that was draped across my chest.
“Of course, I am,” she said, her laughter filling the room. “You always wear me out and being pregnant doesn’t help either.”
My hand stopped abruptly, frozen in midair. I couldn’t have heard her right. Did she say she was pregnant?
“What did you say?”
“I said you always wear me out.”
With a gentle touch, I carefully detached her from my body and shifted my posture to meet her gaze. Propping up on her elbow, she faced me with a curious expression.
I shook my head. “What else did you say?” I asked, causing her to smile. And I knew I had heard her right. “Are you serious?”
“I am,” she said. “You’re going to be a father.”
My eyes immediately fell on her stomach, then I placed my hand against it. “You’re pregnant?” I asked again, just to make sure I heard her right.
A soft giggle escaped from her lips. “Yes, Antonio. I am pregnant.”
“Oh, my fucking God! I’m going to be a father?”
She nodded her eyes gleaming with happiness.
“And the baby’s fine?” I asked because I didn’t know how far along she was and we’d been dealing with a lot of stressful shit, not to mention I just fucked the hell out of her.
“Yes, the baby is fine. I’ve only been to the doctor once to confirm the pregnancy test. Everything is fine, and I have another checkup in a couple of weeks.”
“So, I didn’t hurt you?”
“No.” With a smile on her face, she softly ran her fingers along my cheek. “I’m fine. The baby is fine.”
I couldn’t find words to describe the immense relief that washed over me. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I was going to be a fucking father.
“This is really happening?” I asked, my voice still filled with disbelief.
Propping up against the headboard of our bed, she nodded, her posture relaxed and at ease. “It is.” She clasped my hand, guiding it to rest on her stomach. “This is the next generation of the Rizzo family. Your legacy. Our legacy.”
“I love you,Bella. Always and forever.”
When she pecked my lips, I felt a gentle warmth spread through my body, and her smile lingered in the air as she pulled away. “I love you too. Always and forever.”
