by Bethany-Kris
Instead, he was down on all fours.
Face between her thighs.
Eating every inch of her.
He loved the way she whined.
How she moaned.
And shook.
Every flick of his tongue against her most sensitive areas had August backing into him for even more. There wasn’t an ounce of shame in his woman when she was getting what she wanted from him, and he loved that, too.
Pinching her clit lightly while his tongue teased the spot between her slit and her ass, he murmured, “Are you gonna come for me, babe? Give me that honey?”
“Beni.”
Her breathy moans made his dick ache. So much so that all he could think about was getting her pussy nice and tight when she came and slipping his dick in good and slow to finally find some relief that would soon follow.
Yep.
As soon as she came.
“I’m gonna—”
August’s words cut off at the same time Beni felt her pussy pulse against his tongue. He wasted no fucking time straightening up behind her and getting his cock lined up to her slit. And yes, she was all snug and hot and soaked when he worked his length into her clenching sex. Her orgasm milked his cock in the best way possible, drawing a thick moan of approval from him when he was finally seated balls-deep inside her.
For a second, he held them like that. Tight while she panted through an orgasm. Together. The way he always wanted them to be, really. If only life would allow him to spend all of his hours and days buried in his wife’s cunt.
Wouldn’t that be beautiful?
For now, he’d take this.
It was great, too.
“Hold on,” he uttered through clenched teeth.
She did, those manicured nails of hers dragging lines over the arm of their leather sofa when he started pounding into her hard from behind. Every slap of his hips against her ass while his fingers left behind red indentations from his grip when he yanked her body back into his thrusts made the prettiest art on her skin.
He liked seeing his marks.
Marking her.
Only he got to do that.
Even though he had managed to maintain some semblance of control before, now Beni was entirely losing it. All it took was August’s soft whispers, urging him to come inside her, while her pussy continued to flex with the aftershocks of her orgasm, and he was a goner.
He lost his load embarrassingly fast.
His queen did that for him.
Every time, too.
Pulling back until the head of his dick slipped out of her pussy, Beni hissed air through his teeth as he watched her sex clench until his milky cum started to spill out of her pussy. That was probably the best thing to watch.
Ever.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he muttered, still trying to catch his breath and wetting his dry lips at the same time. “Now let’s go have a shower and do it again, yeah?”
August laughed. “Give me a second to breathe.”
“Just one, right?”
“Beni.”
His hand smacked down hard on her right ass cheek, earning him another one of her sexy moans. “Fine—you get one second.”
“Thanks.”
“Second is up.”
Peeking over her shoulder, August grinned a lazy, pleased smile. “You’re something else. You really are.”
“I know. You love it.”
“And you. Too much, probably.”
“Just enough, I think,” he returned.
Her observation of him turned softer as she asked, “Beni?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“I’m pregnant.”
The shock that coursed through him couldn’t be adequately described. Those certainly were not the words he expected to hear while she was leaking his seed, and his dick was still semi-hard. Of course, he’d thought about that moment ... the one when she finally gave him the kind of news he had always wanted.
Because kids were a part of his dreams.
Just like she was.
“What?” he asked, still not sure he’d heard her right.
“Yeah. I found out the day I went to New York, and then when I was there the last day ... I was having some cramps, I got paranoid. Mom and I went to the clinic just to get everything checked out. They found two embryos. So—”
“Twins.”
Because of course.
Why wouldn’t it be two?
Not one of his brothers had twins yet despite the oddity clearly being in their genetics. Despite the fact science said twins wasn’t something you could pass on genetically, he didn’t believe that was the case when they could literally trace twins back in their family for generations. And not just any kind of twin, but identical twins. He was the lucky fuck to pull the card first between all his brothers and that just made it so much better.
Beni wasn’t sure if August took his silence as fear or panic, but her nervous laughter had his own starting to bubble, too.
Whenever his wife started to get nervous, she also rambled. “I’m sorry, I thought if I told you after we had sex then you wouldn’t freak out and—”
“I’m not freaking out. I’m not. I’m so happy.”
And he was.
So much.
He wanted that to be clear before anything else.
“So fucking happy,” he told her, leaning down to lay kiss after kiss across her sweaty back and then up to her neck and over her grinning cheek, too. “God, I love you. We’re gonna have ... babies.”
August was still smiling. “Yeah, we’re gonna have babies, Beni.”
It was a little terrifying.
It was also everything.
35.
August
Seven months later ...
THREE-and-a-half-year-old Marcus Gian—though everybody in the family just called the boy Marc—lifted his head from where it had been resting against August’s stomach. Her swell was now beyond the comfortable point.
She barely slept more than a couple of hours at a time before she needed to find a better position. She peed every twenty minutes because her two baby girls seemed to think a fun game was bouncing on their mother’s bladder. And she was past the point of looking cute in maternity clothes. Not that it stopped her from trying.
“Are you sure?” Marc asked.
For a kid that hadn’t even started preschool yet, he was terribly smart. Quick on his little feet, too. There wasn’t a member of the Guzzi family that hadn’t learned yet to be careful about what they said around Marcus Gian because the kid repeated everything. To perfect precision. Sometimes it was a little freaky how smart he was, but she loved her nephew to death. More than words could explain.
“I’m sure there are only two babies in there,” she told him.
Marc pursed his lips, reminding her so much of his father but also her husband considering Bene was Beni’s identical twin. And if there was anything notable about Marc beyond his young intelligence, it was the fact that he looked so much like his father and held many of the Guzzi men traits. From the way he quirked up an eyebrow when he didn’t believe someone to how he laughed.
He was a Guzzi boy.
Through and through.
“Really?” he asked. “Because I think there’s more. Maybe ... three.”
At that, he held up three fingers.
August blinked. “Three?”
“Four?”
The boy opened his arms wide over her stomach, his actions saying what his words were not.
“Okay, that’s enough of that,” Bene said, plucking his son away from August with an apologetic smile her way. “He’s still trying to figure out this whole baby in the belly thing, Aug. Sorry.”
She shrugged. “It’s okay.”
And it was.
She wasn’t offended.
Besides, the kid wasn’t actually wrong. She felt as huge as she looked in her final weeks of pregnancy. With only four weeks left to go, she was now just looking forward to reaching t
he end of this journey and holding her girls in her arms.
Next to her on the chaise where she had decided to take her dinner instead of at the large table with the rest of the family—their week-long visit was coming to an end soon—Beni shot her a knowing grin. “You don’t look that huge.”
“Just a little huge, right?”
Her husband didn’t hesitate to lean across the chaise, his hand coming to rest at the top of her swell, while his mouth sought hers in a slow kiss that had August turning warm all over with every hungry sweep of his lips.
“You are perfect,” he murmured into their kiss.
Well ...
How could she argue with that?
Then, that warm sensation that had spread through her body focused between her legs. Except it was a rush. Or maybe gush would have been a better description.
August made a high-pitch squeak as she pulled away from Beni’s next kiss. “Beni?”
“Hmm?”
“My water just broke.”
Chaos ensued in the Guzzi mansion.
Because of course, it did.
• • •
Lea and Lila Guzzi came into the world on a mid-October evening, in a Canadian hospital, with their entire family waiting just down the hall to greet them. August’s mother and father made it just in time.
They were five pounds each. Healthy as could be despite being a little early. The perfect mix of her and Beni with hazy dark eyes and black curls.
She was exhausted.
Pregnancy had nothing on birth.
But her world was wonderful.
Right.
Everything she wanted.
MARCUS & CELLA: PART 5
36.
Marcus
“HOW did we manage to get your parents, my parents, one of your brothers, and mine all in the same place today?” Cella asked at Marcus’s right. “Sucks that Ren and Lucia are out of town ... I’ll call Liliana later to tell her, too, I guess. But hey, we didn’t do too bad, did we?”
“No, we didn’t.”
“But how did we do it?”
His chuckle overtook the noise coming from the speaker in the car, and the man broadcasting the terrible traffic they would soon face coming into New York City. Not that it was anything new or he expected anything less. One could always count on traffic being absolute shit in Manhattan. No matter what.
“Luck,” he replied.
Cella quirked a brow at that. “Luck?”
“I did have to threaten Corrado ... but that was mostly for him to behave and less about making sure he showed up. We don’t need his attitude today, do we?”
In the passenger seat of his BMW, Cella smiled in that sweet, knowing way of hers. “He can’t help that he goes into his moods.”
“He can help it today.”
“Marcus.”
He only shrugged in reply; his unspoken I said what I said clear in the action. He meant it, too.
She could be understanding and sympathetic if she wanted when it came to his brother and Corrado’s ... moods, as Cella put it. Marcus, on the other hand, planned for this day to go off without a single hitch in the plans. Including any attitude from Corrado that might do nothing more than make Cella frown.
She wouldn’t be doing anything but smiling while she delivered the news of their pregnancy to their families. The only thing on her mind would be the happiness of it all. Nothing less. He was quite aware that Cella was already nervous about this day, the dinner, and the announcement in general.
They were unmarried ... practically unheard of for men and women like them that came from the backgrounds and families they did. Not to mention, he was sure there would be a lot of questions bounced back from their families about when they planned to get married or living arrangements because they were still in two different countries. Questions were to be expected. It was still nerve-racking to answer them when, for the moment, they didn’t have every single answer.
But they still wanted to share their news.
And they were adults.
Fuck the rest.
They would figure it out.
At the same time, he was sure it was going to be fine. Everyone would be happy. There wasn’t any reason to think that wouldn’t be the case so whenever Cella dared to let one of her worries slip, that was exactly what he told her.
Everything would be fine.
“I think some of them—my mom, mostly,” Marcus grumbled lower when Cella shot a glance his way, “probably has an idea about what we’re going to tell them today, anyway.”
“Why?”
“Not because I said! I didn’t tell any secrets. I promised.”
The new voice from the backseat had Marcus grinning wide when he peered into the reflection of the rearview mirror. In her safety seat, Tiffany beamed back as proud as could be.
“Right, Marcus?” she asked.
“Right, you promised,” he agreed. “And you’ve been great about keeping the secret.” Even Cella turned a bit in her seat, putting her hand over her eyes to shield the glare of the late August sun coming in through the window. “You were perfect about it, baby.”
As always, when Tiffany was praised, she soaked that up like a sponge in water. Every last drop of it until she beamed in her seat, the pink in her cheeks matching the color of her summer dress and the bow in her blonde ponytail. There was nothing that kid liked more than being told she had done a good job.
Next to him, Cella cleared her throat to gain his attention as she shifted her hand to the side of her face so that her daughter couldn’t see what she mouthed to Marcus. “To be fair, we’ve also kept her very busy for the last month.”
He had to hold back the laughter.
She wasn’t wrong.
They had spent a lot of time searching for a doctor in New York that was also willing to work with a doctor in Toronto, as Cella would need physicians in both countries for a portion of the pregnancy if not all of it. At least until they figured out where they wanted the twins born and whether it would be possible.
Cella also had work to handle and clients. Marcus had famiglia business that never ended. Add in to all of that trying to make time for each other and getting Tiffany ready for the upcoming school year ... well, it was a lot. They didn’t stop moving or doing something, for that matter.
Not that he complained. Ever. Because he didn’t. Whatever it took for them to be together and happy, Marcus was willing to do it. In fact, he would be the first to step up and do it.
Cella only needed to ask.
He made that clear.
In no way did Marcus think everything would be easy for him and Cella. Especially not as they navigated the territory ahead of them with the pregnancy, getting married, moving ... more. But he was willing to do it. He would make it all happen for her.
Anything to be with her.
That’s what love was.
Right?
As though Cella could read his mind, and he believed that she could sometimes, she leaned across the space between their seats to press a quick kiss to the side of his cheek. It was really all she could afford on the busy freeway as he couldn’t take his gaze away from the road for too long to spare very much more.
Not that it stopped him from trying.
He turned to catch her lips with his own. Fast and fleeting. Her silken mouth barely grazed his, and he didn’t even get a proper taste of her with how fast it had been. And yet, it was still perfect, the imprint of her smile lingered on his own, and her heavenly perfume coating every breath he took was more than enough to sedate him.
For now, anyway.
Marcus would get more from her later.
He always did.
The tips of her manicured nails teased the line of his cleanly-shaven jaw as the little girl in the backseat asked, “Are we there yet?”
“Almost,” Marcus and Cella lied in unison.
Not even close.
All in all, Tiffany was a pretty good car kid, though. She didn’t
mind long drives, but if they told her the truth then she would ask that same question every five minutes until they finally arrived. Nobody wanted that. Not even Tiff herself.
“Back to your mom,” Cella said. “What makes you think she knows?”
Ah, yeah.
He forgot about that.
Cella was a good distraction.
Marcus drummed his fingers to the steering wheel, considering the conversation he had with his mother earlier that week where she mentioned the dinner in New York and asked about their surprise announcement. Not that he gave her anything when she asked. Certainly, no details that ruined the pregnancy surprise. Cara’s simple but frank it’s finally your turn, Marcus made him think his mother knew what they were coming to tell everyone before they even said it.
“Because she just does,” Marcus said. “She’s my ma ... she knows everything.”
That made Cella laugh.
“Fair enough. Moms just know.”
Marcus was also wrong.
From the backseat, Tiffany asked again, “Are you sure we’re not there yet?”
37.
Cella
THANKFULLY, Tiffany only asked another five more times if they had arrived or not by the time they did actually arrive at Cella’s father’s restaurant in Manhattan. Kids. If nothing else could keep a person entertained and on their toes, a kid could certainly do it. Cella’s daughter definitely did, anyway. She loved Tiffany for it, too.
Unfortunately, when they did arrive at the restaurant, Cella’s morning sickness—that never seemed to make an appearance during morning hours—decided that was the time to make itself known. She opted to sip on water and breathe through her nose for a few minutes instead of getting out of the vehicle right away. Standing only made the nausea way worse.
Her doctor, the one in New York that she had seen more than once since finding out she was pregnant, said women carrying a multiples pregnancy often had bad morning sickness. Worse than normal.
Lucky her.
