Bound By Blood Anthology

After dinner at a small rustic fish restaurant with a beautiful view over the ocean, Lily and I returned to our one-bedroom cottage. Lily wore a flowery summer dress that accented her curves and her baby bump. At five months it was unmistakable. Maybe some men were turned off by the sight of their pregnant wife. I definitely wasn’t one of them.

The moment the front door closed behind us I cupped Lily’s face and kissed her, my tongue slipping in for a taste. The chocolaty note of our dessert lingered on her lips. Lily pressed her palms against my chest and I pulled her even closer, my back against the door as we kissed for a long time without hurry.

Soon my hands couldn’t stay still anymore. I stroked Lily’s neck, her collarbone before I cupped her breast gently through the fabric of her dress. She moaned softly into my mouth and I couldn’t resist sucking her lower lip into my mouth as I kneaded her breast. I was already growing hard, tasting Lily, feeling her.

“I need to make love to you,” I rumbled as I pulled away. She nodded with a dazed smile.

I lifted her into my arms and carried her toward the bedroom where I lay her down on the bed. I climbed on top of her, my thighs parting her legs. Careful not to rest my weight on her belly, I kissed her again as my fingers slid down the strap of her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath so her beautiful pink nipple appeared as I tugged down her dress. Not able to resist, I kissed it, feeling it harden against my lips before I drew it into my mouth. Lily moaned, her hips lifting to meet mine. I circled Lily’s nipple with my tongue, watching her face. Her eyes were lidded, those pink lips parted. I gently rocked my hips, knowing she wanted to feel me there. But I wasn’t in a hurry. I took my time kissing and sucking her nipples until Lily shifted almost helplessly under me.

I let up and pushed into a sitting position then helped Lily get out of her dress. She reclined again and I dropped light kisses all over her belly before I moved lower to the soft triangle of darker hair. When my tongue traced her slit, Lily bucked her hips with a breathless moan. I smiled against her bundle of nerves and gently traced it with just the tip of my tongue. I kept my touch light and slow, teasing Lily until she begged for more, for release.

I swirl my tongue around her clit, then take a long lick along her center. I push a finger inside of her pussy, groaning at the feel of her heat, her arousal. My dick’s digging into the mattress and I’m close to losing sight of my main goal: prolonging Lily’s pleasure for as long as I can, but my own need burns hotter with every passing second. As I suck her clit, I curl my finger inside of her and Lily snaps. Her cry sent another thrill through me. I pumped my finger harder, faster, wanting my cock to take its place.

I pushed up, unbuttoning my shirt impatiently. Lily quickly sat up to help me until I was finally naked. Bending over her, I slid into her, slower than I would have liked but I couldn’t help but be worried I’d hurt the baby after all.

Lily wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer. Her belly bumped against my abs as I lowered myself for a kiss. Every thrust into Lily felt like heaven from the wet heat surrounding my cock to her gasps and moans. Soon our bodies fell into a rhythm. Lily met my thrusts with her hips, driving me deeper. We never stopped kissing even as our breaths came shorter. When Lily dug her nails into my shoulders and pulled away for a moan, I allowed myself to let loose as well. Lily clung to me as my movements became uncoordinated. Eventually, I paused, breathing harshly against Lily’s throat. Her lips found mine for another kiss. I rolled off her but pulled her into my arms.

We fell asleep like that not long after. As usual my sleep was peaceful with her at my side. No matter how bad the day, Lily kept the horrors at bay.Luca, Matteo and I sat in Luca’s office, talking business. Even if Luca and I were closer than he was with his other Captains, he expected me to report frequently. He’d put his trust in me by making me Captain despite the many dissenting voices and I wanted to show him that he hadn’t made a mistake. That’s why I worked hard every day to make sure the clubs and bars under my wing flourished. He wouldn’t have a reason to regret his decision.