His: Tony (The Sabatini Family 2) - Page 55

Blue burns into sapphire and I believe him. I run my hand over his hard ass and smile. “You haven’t changed a bit, except maybe gotten a little harder.”

“Hmm...” Oh my. He runs his cock along my lower lips, teasing me. “I’m much, much harder for you.”

His fingertips find it, the scar from Rosie’s cesarean. He goes still. His eyes meet mine with concern. “Were you okay?”

I nod, quick to reassure him. “She was stubborn and wouldn’t turn. Then became distressed. We were both fine.”

He studies me, he opens his mouth then closes it. I can read the words as clearly as if he spoke them; he wanted to be there. His mouth comes down on mine again, and I’m clinging to him, grateful he let it go. Not now, not in this moment.

Thick fingers find my weeping lower lips, gliding over the slit of me as his mouth moves down my neck, biting and teasing down to my breasts before that velvet tongue begins toying with a tight nipple. I buck up to meet his fingers only for them to trail down lower before slowly sliding up.

My hands go into his hair, at once wanting him to stop, at the same time praying he never does. Those fingers slide inside me, deeper and deeper as he sucks soft, then punishing on my breast. Oh god, I need more. I need his cock. I want Tony inside me. I beg him.

His only answer is to begin fucking me with those fingers as he moves to my other breast. No, I want—oh, oh he turns his wrist to that beautiful glorious spot and sends me flying out of my skin as he sucks harder. I’m floating lost in a sea of pleasure when I realize Tony’s mouth has replaced his fingers.

How can I hate him and love him so much at the same time when he’s driving me crazy? It’s cruel, the way he teases me with his tongue. Before, when he did this, the sound of him devouring me always made me slightly ashamed of how wet I was. I worried it made me dirty somehow. Now, fuck yes, Tony loves this. The evidence of what making love to him does to me, how much I want him is everything to him, he moans against me. I glory in his words and simply give up to pleasure.

Fuck. My orgasm slams into me, too much. Oh, it’s too much. I scream his name. Seconds later, Tony’s mouth is on mine swallowing another scream as he thrusts deep inside me. All over again we moan at the joining of our bodies...of at last becoming one. The other piece of my soul I left behind, all the pieces of my heart at last whole.

Wrapping my arms around him, I bring Tony down to me. He rests his head against mine, our eyes meeting. Everything we can’t say but feel is there. With every thrust inside me our breath tangles, his eyes glitter like sapphires. He is everything, I see, I feel, I breathe. This time as I hit my climax Tony captures my mouth. As he comes inside me, the hot liquid essence of him draws out my trembling. I have no idea why his coming inside me affects me so deeply. All I know is I wrap my legs around him to keep as much him of inside me as I can.

Tony knows why I do it, and is careful to ease onto his side staying joined. With his arms around me, for the first time since I left him, I sleep deeply and know peace.

17

Christy

I’m woken by Rosie bouncing on the bed between Tony and me. It’s too dang early. I groan as I work to sit up.

“Mommy, did you make my little sister last night?” Rosie asks as her arms go around my neck.

My eyes go wide. “What?” I barely manage to get the word out as Tony chuckles on the other side of Rosie.

“Papa said if I want a baby sister, then I have to be a good girl and sleep in my bed all by myself. No more sleeping with you. Now that Papa’s here, you and Papa sleep in your bed, and you make my baby sister in the bed at night.”

I’m blushing at Tony coming up with that as an explanation to get Rosie to stay in

bed. Even as I’m trying to comprehend Tony promising her a baby sister.

Rosie rubs her eyes. “A sister, Mommy. Papa promised I could have a sister. And we get to go shopping for pretty dresses for the wedding. I get to throw flowers and have a dress with sparkles on it.”

Oh god, a baby and a wedding? Why is my stomach doing a thousand summersaults a minute at the idea of a baby? And why is my heart pounding so hard it hurts at the thought of marrying Tony? Holy shit, after three times last night, I could already be pregnant. This couldn’t be a better—or worse—time in my cycle.

I feel Tony’s eyes on me. I look up to find him frowning at me. The question is there. Why am I freaked out? Shaking my head, I can’t give him a reason. I just am. Rosie sags in my arms, sleep threatening to overtake her already. “She’ll fall back asleep soon. This is her morning routine. She wakes up early then falls asleep again after making sure I’m too awake to fall back asleep.”

“No, Mommy. I’m not sleepy.” Rosie yawns then lays her head on my chest. “I want to go pick out a dress with sparkles on it.”

Lips numb, I pray the words make sense. “Yes, sweetie, once you’re all rested. Remember, sleepy time is good. Good girls get plenty of sleep so you don’t have a tantrum like a bad girl.”

“No tantrums, Mommy. I’m a good girl,” she whispers.

Rocking her, I hum low to get her to slip into sleep sooner. After only a few minutes, I know she’s out. I look around, not sure how to get off the bed with her in my arms. Tony takes her from me, his movements sure and gentle.

“I’ll put her back in her bed. How much longer will she sleep for?”

“Another hour at least, maybe even two.” God, he’s gorgeous. Seeing him naked with Rosie in his arms I want him all over again.

Tony chuckles as I watch him growing harder. “I’ll be back to feed the hunger in your eyes. Two minutes.”

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