“At the very beginning of April. You’re only one week ahead,” I said. I took a deep breath, steeling myself. “Aria and Luca are going to adopt it.”
Again surprise then Lily nodded as if it made sense. “So they’ve known from the start?”
I put my hand over hers. Sara was completely oblivious to our conversation and stared almost hypnotized into the fireplace. “I was worried it would affect your pregnancy. I wanted you to enjoy it without anything disturbing your happiness.”
“I’m the youngest sister, but I’m not breakable.”
“Don’t be mad.”
Lily smiled. “I’m not mad, Gianna. This must have been difficult for you. I know kids were never part of your plan.”
“Matteo and I weren’t careful. It’s our fault.”
Lily didn’t say anything. “And you are sure about Aria and Luca?”
“They are amazing parents. You are, too, of course, but you have a baby on the way yourself…”
“That’s not what I meant. Are you sure you want to give it to them?”
“Yes,” I said immediately. I’d been tremendously relieved when Matteo and I had finally made the decision. It was the only option.
The weeks until Christmas dragged on infinitely. I seemed to be stuck in a kind of endless loop of boredom, stuck in the Hamptons, without a real purpose. Not to mention that the kid seemed to seriously consider becoming either a kickboxing champion or line dancer. Despite Aria’s curiosity I’d asked the doc to keep the gender of the baby a secret.
My boredom was the reason why I almost ran over Matteo in my excitement when he finally joined me in the mansion for a longer period of time to celebrate Christmas. The rest of the family would arrive later the same day.
“Whoa,” he grunted as I collided with him. “Someone’s excited to see my pretty face.” Before I could retort something, he pulled me even closer and kissed me. I deepened the kiss at once. I hadn’t seen him in almost two weeks and was desperate for his closeness. I dragged my lips away. I was already wet and aching for him. “Not for that arrogant face, for your skillful tongue and cock.”
Matteo’s grin got wider. “Your libido’s even more potent than usual.”
“Shut up, and let’s go upstairs.”
I grabbed his hand and practically dragged him to our bedroom, ignoring Matteo’s soft chuckling. We always had the same room when we stayed in the Hamptons, so it felt like a second home away from home.
He let himself fall on our bed, spreading his arms. “I’m all yours. Use me as you see fit.”
I rolled my eyes but knelt on the bed beside him, not wasting any time as I unzipped his pants and tugged at them. Eventually Matteo lifted his ass so I could drag them down. “Won’t you help me?”
“You enjoy being independent.”
I slapped his hard stomach and finally Matteo got undressed. The sight never ceased to amaze me, but Matteo didn’t give me much time to admire him, which was probably for the best. He helped me out of my sweater and my pants before he pushed me down on the bed. Left in my bra and panties, he let his eyes rake over me. For the first time ever, I felt self-conscious. Growing a belly just wasn’t something I could really identify with. Luckily, Matteo wasn’t one to waste too much time before the fun started. With a devilish grin, he bowed over my breast and snatched a nipple between his lips. He gave a hard tug that had me moaning loudly. He pulled back slightly. “I think my favorite girls have grown.”
I rolled my eyes. He was right, of course. They had grown a cup. I grabbed the back of his head and he latched back on to my nipple. I relaxed, my body humming with the first soft pulses of pleasures spreading all the way from my nipple down to my core. Slowly, he worked his way lower, his tongue and mouth worshiping every inch of me. My body practically burst with anticipation when I felt his warm breath ghosting over my pussy.
“I never get enough of the sight,” Matteo growled.
“Enjoy the sight before my vagina gets shredded by child birth.”
Matteo burst out laughing. “Fuck Gianna, what kind of dirty talk is that?”
I shrugged. “It’s the truth.”
“I don’t want that kind of truth while I’m looking at your beautiful pink pussy,” Matteo joked.
“Tough luck. You should take your time worshiping it then.”
“Oh I will,” he said in a low voice and I shivered. I parted my legs wider and smiled when I felt Matteo’s warm breath against my opening before his tongue dove between my folds for one hard lick and I almost came right then. Matteo chuckled. “Very sensitive today, are you? Then I’ll have to be extra careful to draw this out.”
He was right. I’d become far more sensitive these last couple of months, which led to embarrassingly fast orgasms.