I’d put Isa down to sleep and headed back to the bedroom but froze in the doorway. Matteo lay spread-eagle, completely naked, on the bed. “Have your way with me. I’m ready.”
I cocked one eyebrow. “Seven days. You kept track.”
“Come on, babe. Give me a helping hand— or mouth.”
Matteo curled his fingers around his cock, which was already hardening.
“Doesn’t look like you need help,” I said but arousal was already pooling between my legs at the sight of Matteo. His body never left me unaffected. I strolled over to him and tugged my top over my head then shook off my shorts. Naked, I stopped in front of the bed. I felt confident in my body again, which was the best feeling in the world.
Matteo sent me a grin. I climbed on the bed and straddled his head before I shoved his hand away from his cock and sucked the tip into my mouth.
Matteo moaned but fell silent when he buried his face in my pussy. His eagerness showed by the way he shoved his tongue into me. I moaned around his cock. Matteo answered with a groan that vibrated against my clit. Soon we were both panting. I was grinding myself against Matteo’s skillful mouth while he thrust upward into my mouth.
When he sucked my clit into his mouth, I exploded. My fingers around his cock tightened and I sucked him even harder until he too exploded in my mouth.
I collapsed on top of him, completely spent. Rolling off his body, I stretched out on the bed, wiping my mouth.
“And, does it taste different?”
I hit his six-pack.
“What? It’s a legitimate concern.”
“It hasn’t improved,” I muttered.
Matteo grabbed my feet, which rested on the pillow beside his head and tickled me. I let out a screech and tried to jerk free of his hold but he was too strong.
“You’ll wake Isa, babe. Laugh quietly.”
I rammed my elbow into his side, causing him to grunt but not to release me. My belly hurt from howling and tears pooled in my eyes. “Stop!” I gritted out. “Fuck me!”
Matteo momentarily stopped the assault. “You know how to distract me.” His voice was low and one of his hands traveled up from my ankle to my inner thigh.
“It’s not that difficult,” I got out and opened my legs.
Matteo pushed two fingers into me and began to fuck me with them, his intense gaze never looking away from my pussy. Soon my muscles began to spasm for another reason. I rotated my hips, driving Matteo’s fingers even deeper into me until I came with a hoarse cry.
Not wasting any time, I climbed on top of Matteo who was already hard again. “See, everything’s still working.”
I reached for a condom and slid it over his cock.
Matteo sighed. “The next few months will be hard.”
I lowered myself on him, causing us both to moan. “I hope so.”
Matteo chuckled and gripped my hips, but I didn’t need encouragement. I loved to ride him, to steer my, and especially his, pleasure with every move of my hips.
When we laid in each other’s arms afterward, I asked, “And, do you regret it?”
I could only imagine what kind of comments Matteo had gotten from Luca. Given our traditional culture, a vasectomy was something that might hurt his manliness.
“No. We don’t want any more kids and I hate condoms, so it’s our best bet to keep Isa an only child.”
I smiled. “Growing up with Flavio and Aria’s third kid, she’ll pretty much have annoying siblings to spend time with.”
“No doubt.”
I slung my arm around Matteo’s chest. Now that Isa was eight months old, things had calmed down. I had returned to giving almost all of my classes and Matteo’s and my sex life was almost back to how it used to be. Moments of panic were few and far between but Matteo or my sisters were always there to catch me if they came.
We all alternated watching our kids. That way we all got some much needed couple time, even Lily occasionally let me or Aria watch Flavio and Sara. With Isa under the same roof, sex was limited to our bathroom and bedroom, and we had to be quiet, but on the nights when Isa was with one of her aunts we really went all out.
Right now Aria and Luca still got the short end of the stick because they didn’t have a toddler yet, but their third child was due in a couple of months and then things would take a turn.
“You’re quiet. What are you thinking?”
“About how far we’ve all come. When Aria, Lily and I were teens, back in Chicago, and tried to imagine our future, we never imagined it to be like this.”
“I thought all girls want true love, a handsome prince and a splendid palace. I think you live every young girl’s dream.”