by Reilly, Cora
“Then tell her.” I paused, knowing Gianna would loathe what I had to say next. “You should stop teaching classes. Hiding your bump in gym clothes is much harder, especially if you do all those yoga poses.”
Gianna nodded slowly, surprising me. “I know. It’s been hard to avoid ab exercises these last few weeks. Eventually my clients will get suspicious.”
Wistfulness swung in her voice. Gianna loved her job. She loved feeling useful. A life as a trophy wife wasn’t what she was born to be. She pulled her legs up against her body, her gaze returning to the ocean cloaked in darkness.
When suddenly she jumped, her eyes going wide and darting down to her belly.
“What is it?” I asked, alarmed.
Gianna didn’t say anything at first and only stared down her body. Slowly she lowered her legs and met my gaze. “It’s nothing. I think my stomach is acting up.”
Gianna was lying. “Are you sure you are okay?”
She glanced down at her belly again and nodded slowly. “I’m fine. I’ll just do a few detox-days once we’re back home, then everything will be okay.”
I had a feeling her reaction had little to do with stomach issues and more with the baby.
Gianna
I’d avoided this conversation with Lily for too long. I wasn’t even sure why. Lily wouldn’t condemn me any more than Aria had. Maybe she would have a harder time understanding my reasoning, after all she was blissfully happy being a mom. But now in my sixth month I couldn’t keep my pregnancy a secret from her any longer. I didn’t want to.
As we’d all agreed on, I’d driven out to the Hamptons after we returned from our vacation. The official explanation why I no longer taught Pilates and yoga was that I had broken my wrist during vacation and it needed time to heal. Now I just needed to stay out of the public eye until early April when the kid was due.
I sat wrapped in a cozy blanket on the couch and watched the flames licking at the top of the fireplace. I wasn’t really a winter person but roaring fireplaces always gave me a sense of peace.
The sound of a car pulling up caught my attention. Matteo had stayed in New York to take care of business with Luca, but Aria and Lily would join me with their kids today and stay until Christmas so we could all celebrate together. Of course, I wasn’t alone in the mansion. Two guards had accompanied me and were manning the security cameras to make sure I was safe.
My belly flipped when Lily entered, followed by her own bodyguard who carried Sara. He sat the kid down who immediately rushed toward me with a grin and climbed on the couch beside me. I smiled at her. She was a much quieter kid than Marcella or Amo. Judging by the line dancer in my belly, it wouldn’t be the hesitant type.
Lily joined me, her eyes crinkling with worry. She glanced at my hands, which were unscathed and frowned. She must have heard the broken wrist rumor from one of the women in my yoga course.
“I’m fine,” I said immediately. “We needed to figure out a lie for why I’m lying low.”
Lily leaned back, waiting, and as usual, her hand pressed to her very prominent belly. Even though she was only a week ahead, her bump was already much bigger. Maybe because it was her second kid or maybe because she wasn’t so desperate to hide it from the world. Sara curled up with her head on Lily’s lap and my sister immediately began to stroke her hair.
I looked away, losing myself in the flames. “You know I don’t want kids.”
Lily nodded, but her frown only deepened.
“And I still don’t…” I pushed down the blanket, revealing the bump that my sweater and sweatpants couldn’t hide anymore.
Lily’s eyes shot open, her shock almost comical in its scope. “Wow. I—” She snapped her mouth shut and shook her head.
“Yeah,” I whispered.
She licked her lips and touched my shoulder, her gaze full of questions she obviously didn’t dare ask.
“At the very beginning of April. You’re only one week ahead,” I said. I took a deep breath, steeling myself. “Aria and Luca are going to adopt it.”
Again surprise then Lily nodded as if it made sense. “So they’ve known from the start?”
I put my hand over hers. Sara was completely oblivious to our conversation and stared almost hypnotized into the fireplace. “I was worried it would affect your pregnancy. I wanted you to enjoy it without anything disturbing your happiness.”
“I’m the youngest sister, but I’m not breakable.”
“Don’t be mad.”
Lily smiled. “I’m not mad, Gianna. This must have been difficult for you. I know kids were never part of your plan.”
“Matteo and I weren’t careful. It’s our fault.”
Lily didn’t say anything. “And you are sure about Aria and Luca?”
“They are amazing parents. You are, too, of course, but you have a baby on the way yourself…”
“That’s not what I meant. Are you sure you want to give it to them?”
“Yes,” I said immediately. I’d been tremendously relieved when Matteo and I had finally made the decision. It was the only option.
The weeks until Christmas dragged on infinitely. I seemed to be stuck in a kind of endless loop of boredom, stuck in the Hamptons, without a real purpose. Not to mention that the kid seemed to seriously consider becoming either a kickboxing champion or line dancer. Despite Aria’s curiosity I’d asked the doc to keep the gender of the baby a secret.
My boredom was the reason why I almost ran over Matteo in my excitement when he finally joined me in the mansion for a longer period of time to celebrate Christmas. The rest of the family would arrive later the same day.
“Whoa,” he grunted as I collided with him. “Someone’s excited to see my pretty face.” Before I could retort something, he pulled me even closer and kissed me. I deepened the kiss at once. I hadn’t seen him in almost two weeks and was desperate for his closeness. I dragged my lips away. I was already wet and aching for him. “Not for that arrogant face, for your skillful tongue and cock.”
Matteo’s grin got wider. “Your libido’s even more potent than usual.”
“Shut up, and let’s go upstairs.”
I grabbed his hand and practically dragged him to our bedroom, ignoring Matteo’s soft chuckling. We always had the same room when we stayed in the Hamptons, so it felt like a second home away from home.
He let himself fall on our bed, spreading his arms. “I’m all yours. Use me as you see fit.”
I rolled my eyes but knelt on the bed beside him, not wasting any time as I unzipped his pants and tugged at them. Eventually Matteo lifted his ass so I could drag them down. “Won’t you help me?”
“You enjoy being independent.”
I slapped his hard stomach and finally Matteo got undressed. The sight never ceased to amaze me, but Matteo didn’t give me much time to admire him, which was probably for the best. He helped me out of my sweater and my pants before he pushed me down on the bed. Left in my bra and panties, he let his eyes rake over me. For the first time ever, I felt self-conscious. Growing a belly just wasn’t something I could really identify with. Luckily, Matteo wasn’t one to waste too much time before the fun started. With a devilish grin, he bowed over my breast and snatched a nipple between his lips. He gave a hard tug that had me moaning loudly. He pulled back slightly. “I think my favorite girls have grown.”
I rolled my eyes. He was right, of course. They had grown a cup. I grabbed the back of his head and he latched back on to my nipple. I relaxed, my body humming with the first soft pulses of pleasures spreading all the way from my nipple down to my core. Slowly, he worked his way lower, his tongue and mouth worshiping every inch of me. My body practically burst with anticipation when I felt his warm breath ghosting over my pussy.
“I never get enough of the sight,” Matteo growled.
“Enjoy the sight before my vagina gets shredded by child birth.”
Matteo burst out laughing. “Fuck Gianna, what kind of dirty talk is that?”
I shrugged. “It’s the truth.”
“I don’t want that kind of truth while I’m looking at your beautiful pink pussy,” Matteo joked.
“Tough luck. You should take your time worshiping it then.”
“Oh I will,” he said in a low voice and I shivered. I parted my legs wider and smiled when I felt Matteo’s warm breath against my opening before his tongue dove between my folds for one hard lick and I almost came right then. Matteo chuckled. “Very sensitive today, are you? Then I’ll have to be extra careful to draw this out.”
He was right. I’d become far more sensitive these last couple of months, which led to embarrassingly fast orgasms.
“I have faith in you,” I said, then gasped when he suckled one of my lips into his mouth. “God, yes.”
Then I didn’t say anything anymore because I really didn’t need to. Matteo was a fucking master at eating me. He knew every move I liked and he executed them perfectly. I had to sit up farther to watch him, propping up a pillow behind my back, and he smiled against my pussy, then flicked his tongue so I could see it circle my clit. My lips opened with a moan and I parted wider for him. He held my gaze as he flipped his tongue up and down. I loved watching Matteo and he loved watching me. Our eyes locked as he took his time caressing my sensitive folds with his tongue. I raked my fingers through his hair, smiling almost deliriously from the pleasure coursing through me.
He brought his hand down to my pussy and slid the thumb along my slit then he reached up and pushed the finger into my mouth. I suckled on it, tasting myself on Matteo’s skin. His appreciative growl almost sent me over the edge.
With that sexy but annoying shark-grin, he took my folds into his mouth and mimicked what I did with his finger. I moaned and his finger slid out of my mouth and lower until he cupped my breast and squeezed. Matteo sucked my folds noisily before he resumed eating me out like his favorite ice cream. I propped another pillow under my head for a better view, past my bulging belly, and our eyes met again. Matteo’s brimmed with eagerness, and lust and I knew mine would reflect the same. I was getting closer but I didn’t want to come yet. I clenched.
“Not yet,” I gasped.
Matteo pulled back slightly and only fucked me with his finger, his shiny lips curled up into a smirk. I relaxed, slowly coming down from almost toppling over the cliff. Matteo added a second finger and I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut as I relished in the skillful way he massaged my inner walls. His tongue brushed across my folds, close to his fingers and far away from my throbbing clit. Matteo drew my pleasure out for a long time until every fiber of my body ached for release. He sensed my need and turned his attention back to my clit, the tip of his tongue massaging it until I arched up with a harsh cry.
“Yes! Fuck, yes!” I cried as my release barreled through my body like an unstoppable force.
Matteo’s mouth was practically buried in my pussy as he guided me through my release. Eventually he pushed up on his forearms and I lay like a boneless heap against the pillows, my lower body throbbing gently in the aftermath of an intense orgasm.
“You’re so damn good at this,” I said with a satisfied smile.
Matteo smiled smugly. “I know.” He climbed up and kissed me, allowing me to taste myself on his lips. “But your cock sucking skills are up to par.” He slid off the bed and stood in front of it with his cock straining to attention.
I gave him a knowing look. “Thanks for the praise.” I stayed on my back.
Matteo raised his eyebrows then curled his hand around his erection and began rubbing himself slowly. A droplet of precum teased me. With a huff, I pushed into a sitting position and perched on the edge of the bed, so Matteo’s cock was in front of my face. I shoved his hand away and gripped his length, then ran my tongue over his balls before sucking on them as I began to pump him slowly.
“Fuck,” Matteo groaned. “I can’t wait to come all over you.”
I ran my thumb over his tip, spreading his precum. My own arousal spiked again. Sucking Matteo off was one of my absolute favorites. I ran my tongue from the base to the tip, then circled the velvety head and dipped my tongue in.
“Stop teasing, Gianna. Suck me.”
I grinned at his commanding tone. It turned me on like nothing else, even if I’d never admit it aloud. Of course, the arrogant bastard knew only too well.
I slid his erection into my mouth slowly until he was sheathed completely in me. It took a few breaths through my nose to get used to the feel as always. Matteo watched me with pure hunger, groaning low in his throat. His balls vibrated against my chin as he shook with arousal.
It had taken a while before I’d managed to take all of him but I had been determined to master it because he’d once made a comment about deep throating to annoy me.
Matteo tangled his fingers in my hair and when I started to move back slightly, he knew I was ready. Holding me by the hair, he began to thrust into me deep and slow, hitting the back of my throat every time, and every time he did, he moaned low in his throat and his finger flexed in my hair. He held my gaze as he claimed my mouth and I reached for the vibrator on the bedside table, turned it on and touched it to my clit. In the last two weeks of Matteo staying in New York, it had become my best friend, especially during phone sex sessions with him.
Matteo’s smile darkened. “Already eager for cock again, my insatiable fury?”
I glared but couldn’t say anything because he kept fucking my mouth.
“Having my cock down your throat has so many perks,” he teased.
I graced him with my teeth in warning, and he groaned deeply. “God, fuck. Gianna, you are the blow job queen.”
I cupped his balls with one hand while my other slid the vibrator in and out of me. I moaned around Matteo’s cock and could feel his balls tighten. He slammed into me a few more times before he pulled back.
I grinned wickedly up at him as his body jerked, his eyes darkening with lust and his cum shot out of his cock and all over my throat and chest. My own release crashed down on me and I arched, moaning. Matteo watched me hungrily as I kept pumping the dildo in and out of my pussy.
I let myself fall backward, the dildo still buried inside of me but no longer turned on. Matteo took a few paper towels from the nightstand and held them out to me. I took them. “You always make such a mess,” I teased as I rubbed myself clean.
A dangerous smile curled Matteo’s lips. “Do I?” He sank down beside me and gripped the base of the dildo and turned it on. I was oversensitive so I twitched.
Reaching for Matteo’s hand, I tried to get him to turn off the dildo again. “Matteo,” I gasped. “Stop it.”
He gripped my wrists and shoved them onto the bed above my head. My struggling was useless, he was too strong so I didn’t bother.
Instead I narrowed my eyes at him. “Stop torturing me!” I said, then moaned as he turned the vibrations up another notch. I was on sensory overload but Matteo was relentless.
His expression was hungry and dark as he watched his hand guide the dildo in and out of me. He was a hunter on a trail. “You have the prettiest pussy ever, baby.”
I opened my mouth for a snappy comment but he pulled the dildo out of me and held the vibrating tip against my clit.
I gasped, my eyes rolling back. “You’re wasting your time, I won’t come again.”
That was of course the wrong thing to say. Matteo loved a good challenge, which was why we were married at all.
His answering grin was shark-like and a new wave of arousal pooled between my legs. This man was too sexy for words, problem was he was too aware of it.
“Challenge accepted,” Matteo growled. “How about three more orgasms?”
I snorted. “Good luck.”
He chuckled but then his expression turned intent, predatory. The hunt had begun. Fuck.
Matteo
Gianna’s face flashed with desire. She was fucking eager for those orgasms. I released her wrists and she put her hands flat on the bed, surrendering.
I pulled the pink dildo away from her clit and parted her legs farther. That pink pussy was too fucking pretty. I lowered the vibrations to a soft hum and traced the tip of the device slowly over her outer lips. I circled Gianna’s pretty folds like that for a few minutes until her breathing was deep and she was glistening with arousal, then I turned the vibrations up and held the tip to her opening.
She moaned. “Oh God, fuck. Matteo.”
I smirked, then slowly ran the dildo up along her crease but stopped before it reached her little nub before I returned to her opening. I repeated that over and over again until Gianna was writhing and moaning, begging for release. My own cock was already hard again, watching her take pleasure like that. Slowly I slid half of the dildo into her pussy and Gianna began quivering. She was close.
“Ready for one of three?” I asked.
“Yes,” she gasped out.
I crept down her body and bent over her pussy, watching the dildo half buried in her. “Fuck. I think I’m jealous of that pink atrocity.”
Gianna huffed but it was breathless and needy.
I turned up the vibrator to full speed and sucked her clit at the same time and Gianna exploded. She cried out, gripped my hair, tugged, bucked her hips.
I pulled the dildo out and dipped my tongue into her. “You’re always my taste of the month.”
She laughed. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”
“Fuck, yes,” I rasped as I lapped at her, then I pushed up to my arm.
She shook her head. “Sometimes you sound like a madman.”
I grinned. “Only sometimes? Then I must be losing my charm.”
Gianna rolled her eyes but her smile was warm and my own heart swelled with love for her. “Are you ready for two of three?” I asked.
She sighed, half exhausted, half resigned. “Probably not, but you don’t care, right?”
“Right,” I said in a low voice as I kissed her. “How about you take my cock up that pretty pussy now?”
“That sounds good,” she said in that throaty sex voice that drove me insane. My eyes traced over her protruding belly. We mostly tried to pretend it wasn’t there but it was becoming increasingly difficult, especially for Gianna.
