I pushed his cock against my opening and slowly slid down every inch of him. Bit by bit he stretched me, opening me up more. Not once did he rush me or push me to go faster. Piero simply glanced up at me, adoration in his eyes as I slowly raised and lowered myself, adjusting to his girth.
Piero’s hands wrapped around my waist. His grip tightened on my flesh, his breathing slowing and then speeding up as he tilted his head back exposing his throat. I leaned down and kissed it, licked it.
“Shit,” Piero growled low in his throat, and I felt the rumble of his voice against my lips. “You’re unbelievable.”
I picked up speed, my knees squeezing his sides. “Is that a good thing?” I grinned.
“Fuck yes,” he laughed, and that smile squeezed my heart.
Piero thrust up into me and I braced myself with my palms flat against his chest. His hips bucked and rolled into me. I watched the look in his eyes go from sweet to fiery and I melted. I loved when he looked at me like that too, as if he couldn’t get enough of me and had to have me the way he wanted me right now.
I rocked with him and my fingers tightened, my nails digging into his chest, which earned a grunt from his lips. My lips met his and he worked his hand between us, stroking my clit as he nipped and sucked on my bottom lip.
My body heated up all over again. It was overload being in his arms like this, feeling him so close to me. I cried out as I tightened around his length and felt my legs spasm. I came on him hard and he thrust upward until he filled me with his cum in return.
“I guess this means you’ll be staying,” Piero panted as he ran a hand up and down my back. I couldn’t see him with my head tucked into the crook of his neck but I could hear the smile on his lips.
“No.” I sat up and tried to keep my face straight. “I really just wanted some dick. I’ll head home now.”
I climbed off of him as he stared at me with his mouth hanging open. Before I could make it into the bathroom, he was on me. His hand wrapped around my mouth, his teeth grazing my throat.
“Say that shit again. I dare you,” he growled.
I shivered and felt tingling all over my body. Pissing Piero off was fun. Maybe I should do it more often. He turned me around and I smiled up at him, watching the scowl fade into confusion before he glared at me.
“You’re fucking with me.”
Once he removed his hand, I chuckled. “Yes, but you know what?” I traced a finger over his chest. “Next time I’ll remember to do that before we have sex. If you grab me like that again, I’ll lose it.”
Piero gripped my wrist tightly. “Who the hell says I’m done with you?”
I licked my lips. Oh yes. Playing with fire could be fun.
6
Piero
“What’s the matter?” I asked as I sped down the freeway. The city flashed by me, but I didn’t give a damn about speed limits or anyone else. Something was wrong with Abby.
“I told you, I’m just a little sick,” she chastised me. “Did you pick up the soup and crackers like I asked?”
“Of course I did. What do you take me for?”
“Hey, hey, don’t snap at me.” She sniffled, her voice cracking.
“What? I wasn’t snapping at you, baby.” I quickly calmed down and told myself to shut the hell up when I heard her sniffling. “I’ll be there right away, okay? I brought you a few other surprises too.”
She sniffled again. “You did? You didn’t have to do that.”
When her voice cracked again I groaned. “Please, please don’t cry. I can’t take it when you cry.”
She laughed softly. “You sound so big and tough, but you’re such a softie.”
I smiled and took the exit off of the freeway. “Yes, and if you ever tell anyone that, I’ll kill you.”
“Only if it’s with your dick.”
“Only if it’s with my dick,” I confirmed, and laughed. “I’m five minutes from home, okay? And Abby?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
“I l-love you too.”
She hung up, and I sighed. I could already hear the tears starting again. I had too much hope to say what I really thought it was until she took the test I’d purchased, but the signs were obvious. Abby constantly cried, got upset, ate like mad, and then puked. If she wasn’t pregnant, she was definitely possessed or something.
As soon as I pulled up to the penthouse, I hopped out and jogged to Abigail. She was curled up on the couch, a thick blanket wrapped around her, the AC blasting and soap operas on the TV. I always made fun of her for them, but honestly, they were pretty interesting. I’d started getting drawn into them.
“Here’s your soup,” I said as I placed it on the coffee table. “Minestrone just like you asked for, and some crackers. I also grabbed water, a sports drink, and chocolates.” I pulled out a rose and held it out to her. “And this.”
Abby smiled and took it from me gently. “You are so sweet to me.” She stroked the delicate petals and smelled them before she hummed happily. “Thank you, my Piero.”
“Of course.” I pulled out the pregnancy test and handed it to her. “So, please take this before I lose my mind with worry.”
Abby reached out a shaky hand. “Do you really think I’m pregnant?” she whispered.
I frowned. “Do … you not want to be pregnant?”
She looked up at me with wide eyes. “I didn’t say that! I’m just nervous, that’s all.” She gently touched her belly, and a small smile touched her lips. “A baby with you, from us. That would be amazing.”
My heart squeezed in my chest. “You really think so?”
Abby smiled. “I really think so.”
She stood up and went up on the tips of her toes before she planted a kiss on my cheek. Abby took off for the bathroom and I let her have her privacy. As much as I wanted to barge in and hound her, I resigned myself to vigorous pacing as I waited.
A child of my own. If Abigail was pregnant, I would give her the world. I was already crazy about her, and having a child added to the mix would just make everything better. I’ll have to get rid of the penthouse, get a real home for all of us so they can have a yard to play in. My mind went a million miles a minute planning our future when she came out of the bathroom with a smile on her lips.
“And?” I asked. “What did it say?”
“We’re going to be parents.” She broke into a wide smile and showed me the test. “We’re going to be parents!”
I wrapped her up in my arms and lifted her in the air. Abby’s giggles filled the living room and I knew more than ever that I couldn’t be without her. I would break anyone’s neck who dared to mess with her or our children. She was exactly what I needed in my life.
Finally, I set her down and looked at her. She’d donned one of my dress shirts, and it was so long on her. Even the sleeves eclipsed her wrists and it landed mid-thigh. I never thought I would enjoy the company of anyone long enough to smile at the sight of them wearing my clothes, but here we were.
“We should tell my family,” I said finally as I tucked some hair behind her ear. “And we need a house. A real house for the baby. I’ll get to work on it.”