Total pages in book: 197
Estimated words: 199143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 996(@200wpm)___ 797(@250wpm)___ 664(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 996(@200wpm)___ 797(@250wpm)___ 664(@300wpm)
“You’re awful.”
“You love me.”
“I do,” Kim murmured.
*
“I would tend to agree with what you said,” the doctor told Giovanni after the door was closed and Kim had left with their son to schedule the baby’s next appointment. “It’s definitely Post-Partum Depression. But the fact you recognized it and she agrees there’s a problem is a huge relief for me. We’ll try the meds, Giovanni, and see how it goes from there.”
“All right.”
“And this isn’t uncommon for a first birth, not to mention, a traumatic one like Kim experienced.”
“It’s not a permanent thing, right?” Gio asked. “This medication and shit.”
“No.”
“Good.”
“What else did you want to discuss with me?” the man asked.
Gio shifted on his feet, uncomfortable. “A vasectomy.”
The doctor cocked a brow. “That’s a little early to be thinking about this, isn’t it?”
“No. It’s what I want. You can do it in-office, right?”
“Yes, but—”
“I’m not here to argue,” Gio interrupted calmly. “I know what I want—what my wife wants. This is ... it.”
The doctor sighed. “You’re sure?”
“Absolutely. One and done.”
*
“Mmm.”
Kim’s moan was soft and heady. It rocked Giovanni inside-out. Her sweet, sensual little smile as she hid her face into the blankets while he kissed all the spots on her that he could find was teasing to him.
He wanted to see her.
See her smiles.
Her happiness.
Her bliss.
“Kim,” Gio whispered, kissing the swell of her ass.
“Hmm?”
“Turn over.”
“But this is good, too.”
“Kim.”
Gio smacked his wife’s ass with his hand just hard enough to earn a yelp. Without any more argument, Kim turned over on her back. Now, a sassy little grin split her lips. Nearly thirteen weeks after their son’s birth and finally ... finally ... sex had been approved by the doctor.
“Beautiful,” Gio murmured, licking a path down Kim’s stomach.
She squirmed under his teasing.
“God, how long are you going to make me wait?” she asked, breathless.
Gio found her slit wet and hot under his fingertips. Kim hadn’t been expecting his touch, because she jerked with a quiet cry. Softly, he stroked her sex with light touches that were sure to get her shaking and soon. Her arousal smeared under his motions up to her clit as he circled the hardened little bud.
Kim was soft and silky under his hands and Gio loved it. She was goddamn gorgeous, especially when her skin was flushed with the need to come and she was chasing that bliss. So fucking gorgeous. The more she canted her hips into his hand, the fast he circled over her hot clit. She was wetter than ever and soaking him beautifully.
So sensitive.
Fucking hot as hell.
“Come,” Gio demanded. “Come for me, Kim. Let me taste that fucking honey of yours, Tesoro. I want it—come.”
“God,” Kim breathed.
She came trembling and mumbling his name in the sweetest way. Gio was harder than fucking steel and aching to be buried as deep as he could get into his wife. Kim trembled from head to toe, her lips parted with the quietest whine.
“So good.”
Gio chuckled. “Been a while.”
“Too long,” Kim mumbled.
He let Kim tug off his shirt and then help push his cotton sleep pants down until he could kick them off. His cock rested at the junction of Kim’s thighs and every time she moved even an inch, she rubbed over his length in the best fucking way.
He needed to find a condom and quick. Despite having the vasectomy, he still hadn’t gone back to have his spunk tested to be sure everything was good.
“Condom,” Gio said as Kim grabbed him and pulled him in for a kiss.
His thoughts were lost.
Just like that.
Soft lips.
Wet heat.
Her nails scored across his back as he seated his cock against her sex and pushed in with a long groan. He could feel every inch of her sex holding him tight and soaking him with her fluids.
Yeah, too long.
Heaven.
Jesus Christ, she was heaven.
Kim sighed a shaky breath when Gio cupped her jaw and forced her head back. He wanted to look at her—to see the pleasure darken her blue eyes and how her lips trembled the closer she came to orgasm.
Nothing about this was new to Gio.
He knew everything there was to know about Kim.
But nothing could ever be better.
She was his drug.
“Fuck,” Kim whispered.
Pulling out so that just the tip of his cock was stretching her pussy open, Gio slammed right back into his wife. Kim’s lashes fluttered as a soft oh fell from her mouth.
“Missed this,” Gio grunted, repeating pulling out and holding there for a second before thrusting back in again. “Love the way you open for me—you’re so fucking full of me, Kim.”
“Stop talking.”
Gio smirked. “I thought you liked my dirty mouth.”
“I do,” she moaned, pushing against him and canting her hips up into another thrust. “But I just want to fuck.”
Shit.
Yeah.
“We can do that.”
*
Gio spluttered over his words, feeling his fingernails cut into his palm. “What in the hell do you mean, not a success?”