I reach out and place my hand against his shoulder. “Is she okay?”
He looks up at me. “She’s okay. I think it was just a nightmare.”
“Do you think it’s her molars? The pediatrician said they might be coming in soon.”
“Frankie,” he murmurs, placing a kiss on the inside of my thigh. “She’s fine now. Concentrate.”
“I know, but what if she needs some Tylenol? Did she seem like she’s in pain?”
Dante sighs and pulls me to the edge of the bed. “Does she sound like she’s in pain?”
I genuinely listen for any sign that our seventeen-month-old is fussing again, but it’s quiet aside from the white noise machine in her room.
“No,” I say glumly.
“Do you know what would take your mind off things?” he asks, flicking his tongue against the skin of my thigh. One of his hands comes between my legs and his index finger pushes inside of me. I let out a satisfied sigh, and as I let my legs fall open even farther, I feel his finger hook around my birth control ring.
I’d only just put a new one in this month. I didn’t want to take any hormones when Lucia was younger because she was exclusively breastfeeding,
“What are you—” In one swift motion, he dislodges it from inside of me and pulls it out, smirking. “Hey, I just put that one in?—”
“And I hated every goddamn second it was inside of you,” he growls.
My breathing turns ragged as his eyes blaze, dark and hungry, across my body. “But I thought you wanted to wait until Lucia was a bit older?” I ask, my voice hoarse.
“I changed my mind.”
I gasp when he inserts another finger. “Are you sure?”
He knows my stance. He knows I loved being pregnant—at least after the twenty-week mark—and that as soon as she was born, I wanted another one.
Heconvinced me to wait until she was two.
Though now that I think about it, he was quite grumpy when I put the birth control ring in a couple of weeks ago.
“I’m sure. I want another baby,” he says, kissing my clit before his tongue darts out. “I want two or three more, actually. And I want them all with you.”
I arch my back as he adds a third finger. “I feel like we should talk about this some more?—”
“Why? Lucia was spur-of-the-moment, was she not?”
I huff out a laugh. “That was different and you know it.”
He moves up my body so that his face is near mine. His lips are wet from tasting me, and his eyes peer at me intently.
“Was it?” he asks, one hand coming to my throat.
God, I love it when he does that?—
“Please,” I rasp. “Harder.”
He chuckles as his other hand frees his cock, and then he pushes into me. At the same time, his hand grips the flesh at my throat tightly. Despite him knowing not to cut off airflow, the compression against my blood vessels causes the room to spin around me. The lightheadedness and euphoria that come next send me sailing straight into my orgasm, and I cry out as Dante drives into me.
“Fuck—”
His hand releases from around my neck, and as the oxygen floods my body, I begin to convulse with pleasure.
“That’s it,” he grits out, and a second later, his body goes rigid as he empties inside of me.
