I place my hand over his and move it a little lower. “I love you, too. Seeing you so happy makes me happy.” I look back at him and give him the eyes. The ones I give him when I need him.
He looks at me and his eyes grow wide, then he looks to the door.
“Here? Now?” he asks, but he doesn’t turn me down.
I nod. “My hormones are crazy. My boobs are leaking and I’m super horny.”
“Good enough for me,” he says as he goes over and flips the lock on the door.
I scoot to the edge of the bed and raise the little hospital gown they gave me. He comes over and has his hard cock out in his hand and ready to go. My Gio is always hungry for it.
“Fuck, you’re soaked. You get just as turned on as I do when I get you pregnant,” he says right before he thrusts into my wet pussy.
His being inside me fills more than just my body. It fills my soul, too. I need this connection with him at least twice a day, and he always makes time to give me even more than that. He spoils me in every way possible, and I like to think I spoil him just as much.
“Take this thing off. I want to see your tits,” he demands, pulling at my hospital gown.
I reach behind my neck and untie it, watching it fall down around my waist. Gio is going in and out of me, giving me the hard thrusts he knows I love.
“Goddamn it. They’re leaking. I’m going to have to suck on them.” He leans down and surrounds my nipple with his mouth.
He sucks hard, and I feel both relief from the pain and turned on at how fucking wet it makes me when he does it. It’s somehow intimate, yet dirty and sexy all at once. I don’t like to think on it too much, I just do what my vajayjay likes.
He moves to the other one, and I’m already so fucking horny I cum instantly. I have to bury my face in his shoulder to keep from shouting as the wave of pleasure hits me and my body goes lax. I’ve been wound tight since we got here, and I needed a quick orgasm to take the edge off.
Gio goes off inside me, and I feel his warm seed spread. If I wasn’t already knocked up, no doubt I would be now. The lower half of my body is under his command and if he wills it, so it will be.
“Everything okay in there?” the nurse asks from outside as she knocks on the door and jiggles the handle.
“Fucking perfect,” Gio says as he looks at me.
He takes my face in both of his hands and kisses me on the lips so sweetly I start crying. I have zero control over my body right now, but that’s okay. Gio kisses the tears away and then helps me get dressed.
“You okay?” he asks once we’ve both gotten our clothes on.
“Yes,” I say, and I truly am. I’m filled with love and happiness and I’ve got two more pieces of Gio’s heart on the way. How could life get any better?
“Guess we’ve got to get home and tell everyone the good news,” Gio says, smiling from ear to ear.
“Hey, no fair. You got to tell everyone last time,” I say as we walk out of the office.
“Okay fine. But next time, it’s my turn.” He winks at me.
“Next time?” I can’t imagine having more than four kids. But I also can’t imagine a time when I tell Gio to pull out.
Yeah, next time.
Epilogue
Giovanni
Fifteen years later…
“I’ll need ten please,” I say, handing over my card.
“Ten?” the guy asks, and I roll my eyes.
“Congratulations, you heard me correctly.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll bring those right out.”
Emma elbows me in the ribs and I growl at her. Then she winks, and I’m a slave for her. Never in a million years did I think a woman like her would have me wrapped around her finger. But I guess I should have always known. She was the one I’d waited for, and now that I’ve finally got her I’ve spent my life making her happy. Which, in turn, makes me happy. The old saying is true. Happy wife, happy life.
“Go easy on the guy. I’m sure it’s not every day a couple with eight children comes in,” she scolds me.
It’s Christmas and we’ve decided to get the kids cell phones. Then we decided we wanted to get new ones for us so we can try to keep up with them.
“Please, one look at your curves and they understand why I can’t keep my dick out of you.” I pull her into my arms, and like always, she melts into me. Her arms go to my chest and my hands go to her ass. “This right here is the root of the problem,” I say, squeezing it.
“You keep saying that. But I don’t hear any complaints in the bedroom.”
“Or the shower,” I say, nibbling on her ear.
“Definitely not in the shower,” she agrees.