Amo was eight weeks old and a fussy baby, so I tried to help Aria during the nights as often as I could.
The second I entered the apartment after midnight I could hear his wails. I took the steps two at a time and rushed into the nursery where I found Aria in the armchair, covered in sweat, eyes red from crying and a red-faced Amo screaming and squirming while Aria tried to feed him.
“Aria?”
“I can’t get him to calm down. No matter what I do. He’s been crying for hours.”
I stroked her head. “Shhh. Let me take care of him. Take a bath, Love.”
“I’m failing him.”
“You’re not failing anyone, Aria.” I kissed her hair. “Where’s Marcella?”
“In our bed. I allowed her to watch her series because she couldn’t sleep.”
I pried Amo from Aria’s arms. “Go, get some sleep. Or take a bath. Now.”
She nodded then moved into our bedroom. I put Amo in his carrier before I followed her. Marcella sat on the bed, watching her series on the tablet, but looked up from the screen when I entered. “How about you, Amo, and I drive around the city for a bit?”
Marcella jumped off the bed. “Yes!”
Before I left with our kids, Aria gave me a grateful smile as she sank down on the bed.
As I’d hoped, both Amo and Marcella fell asleep in the car after thirty minutes of driving in circles around the area. After bringing Marcella into her bed, I stretched out on the sofa in the nursery in case Amo woke up again.
* * *
“Luca?”
My eyes shot open. Aria’s face hovered over me, her brows drawn together in concern. “Don’t tell me you slept like this all night?”
I glanced at my watch. A few minutes after nine in the morning. “Amo kept me busy most of the night.” I shook my head at the look of guilt on Aria’s face. “You needed sleep more than I did. You’ve been taking over most nights and now it was my turn.” I sat up, peering toward the crib but Amo wasn’t in it.
“I grabbed him three hours ago and took him downstairs with me. Gianna and Matteo will watch him and Marcella for a few hours so we can have breakfast together and have some time for us,” Aria said with a hopeful smile. Standing up, I pulled her against me and kissed her.
“How about we have breakfast in bed? Why don’t you go ahead and order a few things while I take a shower?”
Aria nodded and dashed off after another kiss. Watching her in her sexy shorts and camisole, blood rushed into my dick. We hadn’t been intimate since Aria had given birth, and it was slowly starting to kill me, but I didn’t want to put additional pressure on Aria. I stalked into the shower and jerked off, even if it hardly satisfied my hunger for my gorgeous wife anymore.
When I emerged from the bathroom, Aria sat cross-legged on the bed, two steaming mugs of coffee on a wooden tray in front of her. “Food will be here in about ten minutes.”
My eyes were drawn to the way her shorts gathered between her ass cheeks, accentuating her pussy. I took the cup and gulped down some coffee. Aria regarded me with a knowing look but didn’t comment.
* * *
Thirty minutes later, we were done with our waffles and pancakes and I was sprawled out on my back with Aria lying on top of me. We’d been kissing for a couple of minutes and Aria’s warmth and her scent rekindled the desire I’d tried to kill earlier. I wanted nothing more than to sleep with her, but I held back.
Instead my hands rubbed Aria’s back, her sides, and her ass, trying to ignore the small rocking motions of her pelvis.
With a soft sigh, Aria pulled back, her lips red and swollen. “I want to try to have sex.”
“Are you sure?” I rasped, even as my hand kneaded her ass cheek and my cock sprang to attention.
Aria answered with a firm kiss, her tongue slipping in. I rolled us over so I hovered over her, desperate to worship her and get her body ready. Soon I’d worked my way down her beautiful breasts to her pussy. After a kiss to her shorts, I dragged them down her legs, laying her bare to me.
I stroked Aria, parting her so I could rub her clit and stifled a groan at the sight of her need for me. Aria moaned softly as I stroked her.
I pushed my middle finger into her but paused when Aria exhaled shakily. “Okay?”
She nodded and I began to move slowly while I drew small circles on her slick clit. I loved watching my finger fuck Aria’s pussy, loved seeing how it glistened with her juices. It didn’t take long for Aria to become undone, rocking her hips, pushing my finger even deeper into her. She came with a cry, nails scratching over the sheets and I almost came in my fucking boxers. I quickly pulled out my finger then bowed my head down and ran my tongue along her slit, licking up her arousal.
“Luca,” she gasped.
“Did you miss me eating you out?” I rasped before dipping between those delicious pussy lips.
“God, yes,” she moaned. I smirked against her pussy and fluttered my tongue over her opening. Aria rewarded me with more of her sweet juices.
“You taste so good, principessa. I could lick your pussy all day.”
Aria whimpered, rocking her hips, pressing her pussy closer against my mouth. “Do you want me to suck that little button?”
“Yes, please.”
I closed my lips around her clit and started suckling the way Aria loved it. Soon she was writhing and moaning, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her, even as my own need became almost impossible to ignore. She arched up as her release hit her, looking wild and gorgeous. I pushed up and shoved down my briefs, then kicked them off impatiently, dying to be inside of Aria.
Spreading her open with my thighs, I groaned when my tip pressed up to her heat. Three months since I’d last been inside of her. Fuck. I couldn’t wait. Before I started to push in, I lowered myself so our bodies were flush together and kissed Aria.
She curled her fingers over my neck and lifted her ass. I shifted my hips, sliding into her slowly, my gaze intent on her face to see any hint of discomfort but there was only lust and need. I moaned when I was buried all the way inside of her and Aria squeezed her eyes shut with a shudder. “Is this okay?”
Aria gripped my shoulders, opening her eyes with a look of desire. “Please fuck me, Luca. I need you.”
Our mouths clashed and I pitched my hips forward. Aria wrapped her legs around my hips, bringing us even closer as I started to thrust into her, deeper and harder, until we were both panting and sweating. Neither of us lasted long, coming at the same time, overwhelmed by the sensations. Afterward, I held her in my arms, trying to catch my breath, but my cock had a mind of its own and so did Aria’s fingers as they trailed down my abs…
* * *
Aria and I picked up our children two hours and another round of sex later. It was strange how much more relaxed Aria appeared, and I, too, felt less stressed. We’d have to make sure to arrange time for ourselves even with two small kids.
When we entered the apartment to pick up our children, Gianna looked as if she’d done a nosedive into a paint box. Her bright red lipstick extended to the skin around her mouth, giving her a grotesque smile, and her eyes were surrounded by so much color it was difficult to make out her actual pupils and irises. “Marcella decided to do my makeup for me today,” she said.