He withdrew his cock and rubbed it through my folds instead, his fingers still working in my ass.

“I won’t,” I grunted, fisting my hands. “I…”

He leaned over me and tickled my ear with this tongue. “Just say please. Just once.”

“Never!”

“Feels good and tight, Lucia. You’re ready for a good, hard, ass fucking. You want it. I just need the word,”

“You’ll never let me forget it.”

“Think of it, of me pounding into that tight little hole. Think of how sensitive it is, how you’re already so close.” He pulled his cock away from my clit and withdrew his fingers. “But if you don’t want it—”

“Please!”

“Please, what?” he whispered, cock ready at my ass.

“Please fuck my ass.”

I swear I heard him smile.

“I told you you’d do it.”

He kissed my cheek before straightening. He pulled apart my ass cheeks with one hand, smeared lube on his length with the other. How I loved watching him grip his cock. I could just look at that all day long. He grinned and slid the other hand beneath me.

“And you call me dirty.”

I arched my back. “Fuck me already.”

“Up on your elbows. It’s going to be hard and fast.”

I braced myself but couldn’t have been ready for that.

“Good girls get rewarded, Lucia, remember that?”

“Fuck, yes!” His fingers worked my clit roughly while his cock thrust in and out, movements deep, slow at first but increasing in pace as I came, my first orgasm making me cry out, making him thicken inside me until, on the heels of my second orgasm, he thrust one final time and fell over my back, his cock throbbing as he came. He breathed hard against my ear and bit the edge of it just a little too hard, but that nip drew one final, smaller shudder from me.

We clung to each other, neither of us speaking as our breathing slowed. I don’t think either of us took our time together for granted. I knew I never would, and I knew it would never be enough.

We showered afterward before sitting down to eat. I plated the steaks and carried the dish over to the table where Salvatore had just put two beers down. I took a seat across from him.

“You’re really going to eat two steaks now?”

I nodded, ravenous, unsure how to tell him, happy myself but uncertain how he’d feel. We’d only been living together for half a year if I didn’t count the time in New Jersey.

He watched me for a long minute, sipping his beer while I devoured the food. He pushed my untouched beer toward me. I met his gaze but popped another bite of meat into my mouth instead of going for the beer.

“Lucia?”

He could always read me like a book.

“I’m pregnant.”

Salvatore’s Epilogue