La Vita Dolce Ch. 12

He pulled her closer, his eyes still roaming over her features. His voice was husky when he spoke. "Give me a daughter with a face just like yours." She blinked at him in shock and he looked thoughtful. "Or perhaps it's a boy." His face lit. "Maybe I'm going to have a son."

Natasha looked at him carefully. He was smiling at her and she returned the smile uncertainly, "You are not angry then?"

His face softened. "My God, bella, never think that. I'm going to be a father. Do you know how incredible that is?"

Nearly sagging in relief, she sank back against the sofa cushions. "Well you fooled me for a second there."

Gianni grinned boyishly as he carefully lifted the hem of her t-shirt towards her ribcage to reveal her tanned, still flat stomach.

He leaned on his elbows on either side of her hips and looked down speculatively at her bellybutton. "Hey little guy," he glanced up at her, "or girl."

Natasha laughed. "What are you doing?"

He smiled. "They say that they can hear you in the womb and will know your voice when they're born."

She lifted one raven brow. "Don't you think it's a little early for that?"

He shrugged, still grinning broadly. She yawned and Gianni stood smoothly, lifting her once more into his arms. "Let's get you into bed, sleepyhead."

She shifted in his arms as he carried her up the stairs. "You now, I'm not incapable of walking. You can put me down."

"No," he said simply as he carried her into the bedroom and deposited her upon the bed.

He bent and removed her shoes and socks before he rose. He gave her a gentle push and she lay back watching him intently as he unbuckled her jeans and slid them down her legs. He then offered his hand and pulled her upright. She smiled and lifted her arms above her head as he pulled her t-shirt up over her head. She wore no bra and he felt his breath hitch at the sight of those golden brown dusky tipped orbs.

She lay back on the bed and stretched languorously. His cock jumped and he came after her. He moved to straddle her hips and held himself aloft on his elbows as he looked down into her face. "Christ, you're gorgeous."

Natasha slid her hands up and down the corded muscles of his arms before running her hands over his chest. Her hands glided down over his abdomen before she lightly raked her nails up his sides.

He groaned and pressed his hips against her, letting her feel his hardness pressed against her belly. She buried her hands in his hair and drew his face down to her own.

He kissed her lips very gently, and then held her face with his hands and pressed his lips against hers, and slipped his tongue into her mouth and tasted her deeply. She clasped her arms around his neck and felt the stubbled prickliness of his face and the ripples of his dark silken hair as she grasped it, and most of all the sweet pressure of his tongue inside her mouth.

He fingers slid up her side and brushed over her ribs as he moved to cup her breast in his hand. He drew his mouth away from hers, and took her nipple into his lips. She gasped for breath. Her heart was beating so that she felt it might burst beneath his tender lips. He said her name, "Natasha", but did not so much say it as breathe it and then he said it again and again as he brushed his lips over her breasts and throat and before his lips fastened on her mouth once more.

Natasha could not catch her breath speak. Her only answer was in her kiss. He pressed his thigh between hers, and groaned her name. She arched against him and running her hands down his back only to groan in frustration as she realized he still wore his jeans.

Gianni reluctantly withdrew from her and rose, his body immediately missing her warmth the moment he lifted himself from her. She was sprawled upon the bed, her hair a dark halo around her head. Her golden brown skin was flushed, her chest heaved, and her dark eyes were heavy lidded.

Unable to help herself, her hands drifted to her breasts and she arched slightly as she slid her hands over their fullness.

Gianni's breath became heavier as he watched her hands glide down her sides and then delve into her underwear as she looked at him. He froze just as he was unzipping his jeans and watched her in avid fascination as she pleasured herself. She moaned as her fingers moved deftly over her clit. Her gaze slid to him. "Baby," she breathed, "come here."

Gianni stepped out of his jeans and pushed his boxers down His large rigid cock jutted out proudly from his center. Natasha's eyes roved over him as she stroked her clit. Gianni watched as her gaze slid to his cock and unconsciously her pink tongue swept over her lips.

Gianni groaned low in his throat. He advanced on the bed and leaned over her as he brought his hands to the sides of her underwear and slid the flimsy silken fabric down her thighs and discarded them. A smile lit his face as he gently pushed her thighs apart and her brown pussy was fully revealed to him.

He moved back over her only to loop an arm around her waist and tug her body higher up the bed. He kissed her mouth fiercely before trailing his lips down her throat, lingering reverently over her breasts before he brushed his lips lightly over her stomach.

He pressed her thighs further apart when he came to hover over her center. His fingers lightly traced her folds before slipping one finger and then another into her tight wetness.

She moaned and writhed upon the bead as he moved his fingers teasingly in and out of her. "Gianni," she moaned his name as he pressed his tongue against her clit. Natasha cried out as he gently sucked that sensitive bud between his lips and flicked his tongue over it as his fingers continued to delve into her. He increased the pace of his fingers and she bowed up off the bed as the orgasm took her. Gianni felt her clench and shudder around his fingers.

He withdrew his fingers slowly. She watched dazedly as he brought his fingers to his mouth. Her eyes drifted closed as he moved to cover her body with his own and his hips fell between her thighs. He leaned down and kissed her. She kissed him back fervently, tasting herself on his lips.

Gianni hooked one of her legs over his arm, spreading her wider as he pressed his cock into her. He paused suddenly. "Look at me, baby." Her eyes flickered open and she gazed up into his face. Smiling in satisfaction, he slid inch by glorious inch into the wet heat of her sheath. Her fingers gripped the muscles of his biceps as he filled her. He grinned down into her flushed face as his hips pressed against hers. He made a small movement as he leaned over her and rotated his hips, the motion rubbing his pelvic bone against her clit. With a small moan her hands slid down the taut sinews of his back to grasp his ass and pull him more fully against her as she spread her legs wider to draw him more deeply into her.

With a gasp she the arched up off the bed as he suddenly withdrew nearly and held himself aloft on his hands. He allowed his gaze to roam appreciatively over her. Her head was thrown back, her riotous curls splayed over the bed. Her full lips were parted and her dark gaze was wide with passion. Her breasts heaved. His gaze slowly roamed down her body to the place where they were joined. He thrust his hips leisurely; entering her only to withdraw with exquisite slowness. She writhed beneath him, lifting her hips off the bed to meet his thrusts.

Unable to help herself she wound her arms around his broad back and pulled him down, wanting to feel the weight of him against her. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent as he began to thrust more strongly. She moved her hips back against him, rubbing her clit against him.

"Gianni," she gasped as she felt the first waves of her orgasm begin sweeping over her. Feeling her tighten around him, Gianni thrust himself more deeply inside her. He raised himself aloft on his arms and thrust hard into her again and again.

Natasha tossed her head back and let out a cry as her orgasm crashed over her. Watching her, Gianni let go, pistoning his hips against her. He watched Natasha's eyelids flickered open to gaze up at him. He exploded inside of her, a shudder taking his body.

Natasha stared up at her beautiful man as he found his release inside her. She smiled as her gaze drifted over the sinews of his arms, the broadness of his chest and the rippling muscles of his abdomen. His head had dropped forward, his chin to his chest as he breathed hard. His arms were trembling slightly. He lifted his head and his dark lashes lifted to gaze down at her. A smile stretched over his lips.

Letting out his breath in a 'whoosh' he collapsed to her side, pulling her with him as he rolled onto his back. He pulled her on top of him, her head resting against her chest. They didn't bother moving up the bed. He merely pulled the covers over their bodies and they drifted into a contented sleep.