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“Yes, La Signora Barone.” He delves between my legs and sucks my clit into his mouth, teasing and licking until I’m a boneless mess on the bed.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans, sinking one finger inside me. My mouth falls open, and I whimper again.
“Please. Please.” I don’t know what I’m begging for because there are a lot of things I want.
Valentino continues to suck my clit. His clever tongue traces circles around the nub while he sinks a second finger inside me until I feel full. He slips in and out of me with long fingers while his mouth and tongue work my clit and vulva.
“Touch your breasts,” he orders. “I want to see you do it.”
When I touch my breasts, Valentino groans and stretches on top of me. “I can’t hold back anymore,” he groans. “I need you.”
I hug him as he thrusts into me.
My heart fills with so much love as I lock my legs around his waist. He makes love to me slow and sweet. When my orgasm comes, it drags out of me, lasting for ages and ages.
Once his orgasm has hit, he falls back on his back and turns his face to me. “You know this is our time to make babies.”
I didn’t plan to tell him this way, but what better time is there than now?
“We already did.”
He frowns, his forehead scrunching cutely. “What do you mean?”
“I’m pregnant. Four weeks.”
He gasps, freezing on top of me for a moment before pulling me into a crushing hug. “Lamia piccola perla, you’re God’s greatest gift to me,” he says emotionally. “I must have done something good in my former life to deserve you.”
This man finds different ways to tell me he loves me every day. “Valentino…”
He kisses my forehead. “You are about to ask me for something. What do you want? I will give the world to you, my beautiful wife.”
“I don’t want the world, but there’s something I want.” I trail my finger down his chest.
“What is it?” he asks. “Ask me anything.”
“Your cousins would love a second chance with you,” I say softly. “Please, I’m not asking you to trust them straight away, but give them a chance to prove themselves. Please.”
He sighs and rolls over. “You’ll be the death of me.”
“Is that a yes?”
He is silent for a long time before nodding. “Yes, it’s a yes.”
I squeal and roll off the bed. “I should call Nonna Isadora and tell her. She’ll be so happy to hear this.”
He grabs my waist before I bolt. “You can call her tomorrow. Tonight, I want you all to myself.”
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