I collapsed on top of him, completely spent. Rolling off his body, I stretched out on the bed, wiping my mouth.
“And, does it taste different?”
I hit his six-pack.
“What? It’s a legitimate concern.”
“It hasn’t improved,” I muttered.
Matteo grabbed my feet, which rested on the pillow beside his head and tickled me. I let out a screech and tried to jerk free of his hold but he was too strong.
“You’ll wake Isa, babe. Laugh quietly.”
I rammed my elbow into his side, causing him to grunt but not to release me. My belly hurt from howling and tears pooled in my eyes. “Stop!” I gritted out. “Fuck me!”
Matteo momentarily stopped the assault. “You know how to distract me.” His voice was low and one of his hands traveled up from my ankle to my inner thigh.
“It’s not that difficult,” I got out and opened my legs.
Matteo pushed two fingers into me and began to fuck me with them, his intense gaze never looking away from my pussy. Soon my muscles began to spasm for another reason. I rotated my hips, driving Matteo’s fingers even deeper into me until I came with a hoarse cry.
Not wasting any time, I climbed on top of Matteo who was already hard again. “See, everything’s still working.”
I reached for a condom and slid it over his cock.
Matteo sighed. “The next few months will be hard.”
I lowered myself on him, causing us both to moan. “I hope so.”
Matteo chuckled and gripped my hips, but I didn’t need encouragement. I loved to ride him, to steer my, and especially his, pleasure with every move of my hips.
When we laid in each other’s arms afterward, I asked, “And, do you regret it?”
I could only imagine what kind of comments Matteo had gotten from Luca. Given our traditional culture, a vasectomy was something that might hurt his manliness.
“No. We don’t want any more kids and I hate condoms, so it’s our best bet to keep Isa an only child.”
I smiled. “Growing up with Flavio and Aria’s third kid, she’ll pretty much have annoying siblings to spend time with.”
“No doubt.”
I slung my arm around Matteo’s chest. Now that Isa was eight months old, things had calmed down. I had returned to giving almost all of my classes and Matteo’s and my sex life was almost back to how it used to be. Moments of panic were few and far between but Matteo or my sisters were always there to catch me if they came.
We all alternated watching our kids. That way we all got some much needed couple time, even Lily occasionally let me or Aria watch Flavio and Sara. With Isa under the same roof, sex was limited to our bathroom and bedroom, and we had to be quiet, but on the nights when Isa was with one of her aunts we really went all out.
Right now Aria and Luca still got the short end of the stick because they didn’t have a toddler yet, but their third child was due in a couple of months and then things would take a turn.
“You’re quiet. What are you thinking?”
“About how far we’ve all come. When Aria, Lily and I were teens, back in Chicago, and tried to imagine our future, we never imagined it to be like this.”
“I thought all girls want true love, a handsome prince and a splendid palace. I think you live every young girl’s dream.”
I huffed. “You are impossibly vain.”
“Why? It’s true, isn’t it?”
I gritted my teeth but I had to admit he had a point, especially Lily and Aria had often droned about finding true love and a good-looking prince. I’d rarely entertained such fantasies, already too jaded at that young age, and if I’d ever allowed them, I’d kept them to myself. “I was never like that. Disney princes never did it for me.”
“That’s why you got me.”
I pushed up on his chest, narrowing my eyes. “All right, so let’s say I really live my teenage self’s dream, what about you? Is this your teenage dream come true?”
Matteo grinned in a way that raised my alarm bells. “Every horny teenage boy dreams about a girl that can suck cock like a pro and ride like a cowgirl.”
I punched his shoulder as hard as I could.
Matteo chuckled. “Okay, okay. But I never dreamed about having a wife and a kid. I never thought that it was meant to be. Until I met you. I wanted you from the first moment I saw you and only wanted you more with every rude word coming from your mouth. Today, you and Isa are the embodiment of a dream I never dared to dream.”
I swallowed, stunned by Matteo’s words. “Asshole, why do you have to say something so heartfelt and lovable? Now I feel like the cold-ass bitch in our relationship.”
“It’s your parade role, babe. Embrace it.”
I punched him again but gentler, then I gave him a hard kiss. “You and Isa are something I never thought I needed but all I want now,” I mumbled as quickly as I could to get the words out of the way. Then I swung myself on top of Matteo. “Now let’s fuck this lovey-doveyness out of my system.”
“Your wish is my command.”
* * *
The screaming and laughter of children filled the back yard of the mansion. We spent a few weeks in the summer together in the Hamptons every year. It was chaotic but also the best time of the year.
“They outnumber us,” Matteo muttered as he sank down in the chair beside mine.
I held up a bottle of white wine. Matteo grinned and grabbed a glass from the table. I filled his glass then lifted my own. “To booze, the balm for every parent’s frayed nerves.”
“Can I have some as well?” Marcella asked as she stepped out onto the terrace in a summer dress that made her look like a runway model.
Marcella had Aria’s beauty, only the pale skin against the black hair was even more eye-catching. She was fourteen and men began to notice her. Every time I went shopping with her, I noticed the appreciative looks. Every man who knew of her father kept their eyes to themselves. Anything else would be suicide. I couldn’t imagine Luca ever being okay with Marcella dating anyone, much less marrying. The perfect man for her probably didn’t exist on this planet.
“Ask again in seven years,” Luca muttered from his position at the barbecue.
“Daaaaddd,” Marcella moaned with a roll of her eyes and went back inside.
“She’s at a difficult age,” Aria said.
“When aren’t they?” Luca asked.
A high-pitched laugh sounded. Isa was playing hide-and-seek with her cousins Flavio and Valerio. As usual, the boys did what she wanted, she was only four but already very strong-willed. Aria’s second son was only nine months younger than Isa, and Flavio one day younger. They were inseparable.
“Dinner’s ready!” Aria called as she set a salad down in the center of the massive patio table. Luca carried over a plate with grilled meat.
“Flavio, Valerio, Isa!” I called but they kept chasing each other.
Aria sighed. Matteo waved at Amo. “Come on, Amo, move your butt and help me catch the little monsters.”
Amo pushed out of his chair. Only ten and the kid was already taller than Aria. He and Matteo began running after the children who began screeching. Marcella came out on the terrace, Lily’s seven-year-old daughter Sara trailing after her like a lost puppy.