Page 66 of Unwilling Vow (Mafia Marriages 4)

“About?” Why would I laugh?

“I can’t take the hormones any longer. If you don’t sleep with me, I need a vibrator, or I want one of your men to come into my bed. I swear I’m about to touch myself in front of you just to see if you’ll give me the real relief that I need with this massage.”

I promised I wouldn’t laugh. But the smile on my face is huge. Wide. “I want to kiss you. I’ve wanted to kiss you from the first time we met,” I confess. I lean closer, my lips not quite grazing Olivia’s yet. “But I didn’t want to force you to do anything with me, ever.”

It was never about not wanting her. It was about respect, giving her the power to make that decision.

Olivia leans into the kiss, and my fingers rake through her hair, pulling her closer, her lips tighter and harder.

Her lip’s part, and her tongue eagerly searches my mouth, fueled with want and need. She’s fire, and I’m the coals to stoke her flames.

“You are not sleeping with any of my men,” I say. And I mean every word. She’s off-limits to them. If any one of them comes near her to satisfy her sexual cravings, I’ll kill them.

“Does that mean I get to sleep with you?” Olivia asks with a sly grin.

My fingers delve beneath the simple cotton sheet, and her legs instantly part for me. My hand is warm and firm, sliding up her thigh, teasing her. “Only if that’s what you want,” I say.

I can just as easily satisfy her without the two of us fucking.

Her leg’s part, and she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. Is she nervous?

We shouldn’t be doing this, at least not on the massage table.

The woman carrying my daughter deserves a good experience, with being ravished and adored. Not fucked awkwardly on the massage table just to get her off.

My fingers graze her sweet lips before pulling away.

Olivia whimpers in protest.

“Oh, we’re not done yet, sweetheart. I just want to make sure you’re fully enjoying the experience.” I help her off the table.

“Where are we—” her words are cut off when I guide her to the mattress and bend her forward over the bed. “Oh,” she gasps. The blanket falls around her feet on the floor.

She’s breathtakingly beautiful with her swollen belly and breasts. I come up behind her, one hand caressing her breast, the other sinking back down between her thighs.

Olivia gasps and breathes deep, leaning forward on the mattress with her arms, giving me the perfect view of her ass. I want to unbuckle my slacks and fuck her, but that’s not what I’m going to do.

No.

I want her first experience while pregnant to be entirely about her, for her enjoyment.

“Tell me what you like,” I whisper against her neck. I drop soft butterfly kisses over her skin. “You’ve had sex dreams. Tell me about them.”

Her breathing comes out raspy and in pants as she tries to speak. I’m pressed up against her, one hand gently squeezing and caressing her breast, teasing her nipple as her hips rock back into mine.

My other hand strokes her wetness, teasing her pearl as she begins to shudder in my arms. I’ve barely touched her. I haven’t even used the entire length of my fingers, and she’s trembling and moaning as she speaks.

“They’re always you,” she says.

I squeeze my digits together, putting mounting pressure on her clit as she moans and gasps, her hips bucking against me. I slide two fingers into her tightness and curl my digits with each thrust.

“Oh God,” Olivia pants, one hand clenching the bed sheets, the other reaching around trying to touch me.

I bend forward, covering her, touching her, feeling her body against mine. “Come for me,” I whisper into her ear, sucking the lobe as I continue my ministrations on her body.

Her insides clench and spasm, the first wave of an orgasm coming to the surface.

I don’t let up, wanting her to ride out the orgasm as little ripples flutter through her body.

She gasps and pants, trying to catch her breath. “That was—” she rasps, glancing at me over her shoulder.

“Incredible,” I answer for her.

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