Alexa
I wake up to my husband’s large hand sweeping over my stomach. Finally the jet lag that has lingered is gone today. It was worth it to wake up here, in our home in Florence for our anniversary. This home was my first-year anniversary present, every year since we make sure to spend it here. We also spend summers here, alternating from our home to Ria and Drake’s vacation home in England and Dmitri and Elise’s vacation home in France. All of our homes are big enough to house everyone and we all love the way it feels to be a part of a larger family.
Still, Leo and I love the time we spend here the most. We love it when our boys babble happily in the language we’ve raised them on, their English adorably accented. The boys get excited to finally meet others who speak the same language.
Our daughter kicks at his touch. He chuckles, delighting in the response. Every day Leo makes sure to greet our baby with kisses and whispers of promises for her life when she’s here with us. As I have before I marvel at the enjoyment he takes in every aspect of my pregnancy. I was sure with David it was because it was the first time. Yet, he did the same thing with our second son, Nicholas and now again with our third child, we already know we will name after his mother, Melena.
He is the kind of father he never believed he could be, incredibly patient, always caring, infinitely perfect, I believe. The laugh lines I once never thought I would see are now etched firmly on his beautiful face. Still the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
Hmm...it’s my turn for some attention. I slide my leg in between his then slowly up. The change in him is instant. His head comes up with a smile. I’m wet at the sight of him thickening for me. How he goes hard at me being pregnant I’m still pleasantly surprised by. During my first pregnancy we made love until two weeks before I delivered. Now at eight months although it’s getting more difficult, Leo still whispered his desire for me that matched my own for him. Leo said it was because I was always beautiful to him and it was also a huge turn on knowing the change in my body was because of him. He was also extremely happy by my expanded ass and breasts.
Oh, speaking of breasts. His mouth latches onto my breast while his tongue teases the nipple until I’m mindless. My hands go into his hair, to hold him in place. Yes, oh yes. I’m squirming, until his hand covers me then fingers slip inside. Damn, he’s being mean this morning, just teasing me lightly his nimble fingers playing inside me. I moan, pleading. He moves to my other breast without a hint of the urgency I beg for. No, no his fingers press inside and find that spot. I want him inside me. Leo is determined, and oh god. I come with a moan into his mouth.
His kiss is lazy. “Good morning, my beautiful wife. Happy anniversary. How would you like my cock this morning? It’s all you today. Anything you want is yours.”
In the last few weeks from behind, usually side by side has been most comfortable. Today I want to see his face. To watch him in the moment, I whisper my need. His beautiful eyes darken, he nods. Carefully, he slides two pillows under me. Kissing his way down my inner legs he leaves fire where he touches. After five years I would have thought the fire he once ignited in me would have dimmed, it hasn’t, it’s only gotten stronger, more intense with every passing day.
Oh, now he’s kissing my dripping pussy. I laugh at the way he had once needed to pull the word from me. Thought disappears as Leo seeks to drive me crazy using his mouth. I come with a scream. Thank god, the nursery and the nanny are two doors down.
I’m still shaking when Leo goes to his knees. He thrusts inside with a power I welcome, I crave, I plead for more. His hands at my hips hold me in place as he fucks me hard, please more harder, harder, yes yes, oh god. The world goes dim for a moment. When I blink he’s still there, inside me, looking down at me with so much love it takes my breath away.
“Thank you, for my gift.” I whisper.
“Sweetheart, making love to you is hardly a gift.”
I shake my head. “It’s always a gift. Your love, the heart you gave me that I’ll never give back to you because you have mine so I need yours. That’s my gift. It’s the only one I’ve ever wanted. Thank you.”
He closes his eyes. When he opens them all the love he’s never held back is there. “My heart wouldn’t have it any other way.”