I eye Sophie as she bends over to do something and actually groan. She stands up and looks at me in surprise. “Was that you?”
“Bend over again and find out,” I suggest.
She bends over slowly, peeking at me and I actually whistle at her. She gapes. “Roman!”
“Why don’t you bring your sexy self over here.”
“Oh yeah, because I’m moving so fast.” She sticks out her tongue at me.
Sophie could wear a dress of grocery bags or something three sizes too big and I’d still find her sexy, but her comfortable lounge pants and crop top combo today ... mm. There are so many options for me to touch, kiss, and appreciate.
And her full breasts, bigger than normal, definitely have my attention. She rubs one of her breasts. “I think I’m going to have to stop wearing bras. I’m all tender.”
“I’ll kiss it better,” I decide, standing up.
She backs up and points at me. “Roman, you don’t have to put your hands on me every single nap-time.”
“Oh, I do,” I disagree, getting my hands on her hips and pulling her against me. “You’re my wife, Bambina.”
“Your very pregnant wife who just put down two kids.”
“You say that like it’s not a turn-on.” I nibble her throat. “Managing the house, handling the children, doing it all with a smile.” I groan and kiss her jaw. “You handle a house with grace. Nothing sexier in the world.”
She trembles and I see her eyes dilate. I kiss her hungrily. Her tongue strokes mine in the best way and I tear her shirt off, then free her of the bra. She sighs with relief as her arms wrap around me.
“Amore.” She moans when I release her mouth for just a second.
I cup her breasts gently. “Let me make you feel good. No pain or tenderness, just pleasure.”
“You ruin any kind of restraint, you know that,” She pants. “How can I resist one of the sexiest men alive?”
“You’re not supposed to be able to,” I purr against her mouth.
Slowly, we work back to the couch. I drop her on her back and she rolls to her side while wiggling out of her pants. I shake my head. “You need crotchless pants, Bambina.”
She groans. “Roman.”
But the second I can, I push my fingers into her pussy, gently stroking, working her up until she’s so wet and ready, she’s moaning into the pillow to stay quiet. I bite her shoulder gently before licking over her nipple.
Her back arches. “Roman!”
“I can stop after you come on my fingers, Sophia. I could be done then.”
It would kill me, I’d have to run to the shower to finish myself, but she shakes her head. “Inside me. I need you fucking me hard.”
I swat her for that little curse, but she spreads her legs and I’m completely ruined. I get on the couch behind her after undoing my pants and dragging them down. I kiss across the back of her neck, welcoming her warmth, her sweetness, and then I finally thrust into her.
Sophie moans loudly and I turn her head to kiss her. I try to silence every moan, but it’s next to impossible if she’s involved. Because I just want her. It’s that simple. She’s pure perfection, a goddess that has given me everything I’ve ever wanted and more.
“Sophie,” I growl against her neck as I grind deep inside her. I go off, telling her everything, how important she is to me, how much she means to me, how much I love her. I don’t know what language it is, I don’t care.
“Oh, amore!” She bites the pillow in front of her as her pussy tightens around me and she comes again. She grips my hip hard.
I slowly pull out of her, sure that the kids are going to wake up. I sit on the couch and look over my shoulder. By the time I look at Sophie, she’s on her knees in front of me. I shake my head. “I’m not done making you come.”
She strokes over my cock, her fingers tightening around me perfectly. I soften my groan and try to breathe through the pleasure. “Soph.”
“You make me come multiple timeseverytime. Let me do this. I love tasting you.”