The Italian's Pregnant Mistress(34)

Now he knelt by the side of the bed and, as she rolled over to face him,  he lazily lifted her lacy pyjama top to reveal the exquisite bounty of  her breasts, which lay like ripened fruit waiting for his attention.

Francesca watched with loving eyes as he delicately traced the full,  dark circle, then the hardened tip, with his tongue before drawing the  nipple into his mouth and suckling on it. With one hand he caressed her  stomach and she groaned softly, parting her legs to invite his hand  there.

This was her man and this was the very, very wonderful life she had never imagined she could ever have.