𝐒𝐈𝐍 | 𝟏𝟖

A T H E N A

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I let out a sigh in content, letting the sun burn down on me. It's a hot day in Italy today, so I took the opportunity to work on my tan.

I open my eyes when I feel a shadow looming over me. My green eyes are met with a pair of dark brown ones. I feel a smile take over my features at the sight of my husband.

"Already back?" I ask and sit up. He takes a seat on the lounge chair and leans down a bit to kiss me. "Yes," he murmurs against my lips.

"Were they crying?"

With a chuckle, he shakes his head. "No, they're always happy when they get to see their grandparents."

I squeal when Vincenzo lifts me up, setting himself on the lounge chair and pulling me on top of his lap.

"I love coming to Italy," I sigh, nuzzling my head into the crook of his neck. He hums and runs his hand up and down my bare back. "I just love you," he replies.

I can't help it, but every time he says it, a blush comes on my cheeks. "I love you too," I whisper and kiss his lips.

He makes me happy beyond my beliefs. "I love you so much," I repeat. He smiles cheekily. "You already said that," he jokes. I playfully smack his chest.

Vincenzo bought another mansion by the sea, so we have our own private little beach zone. I took a swim half an hour ago, and decided to lay down a bit. "I have to shower," I murmur, not wanting to get up.

Instead, he gets up, taking me with him, and starts walking towards our house. "Are you excited for your birthday?" I ask as we walk into our house. I rest my chin on his shoulder.

"Yeah, I guess. It used to be a lot more fun when I was a teenager though," he replies. "It's not fun, getting older is it?" I chuckle. "At least I'm not as old as you," I then continue with a smirk.

His grip on me tightens. "Oh, but you love it."

I blush a bright red, and am glad he can't see my face. "Shut up," I mutter. He lets out a laugh, knowing he's won the argument.

"Your family and friends will be flying in tomorrow," he tells me. I bite my lip, getting excited. "I'm glad I'll get to see Chris and Lucy again," I sigh. He takes me up the stairs, and heads for our room.

"What's my present?" he asks.

I smirk. "You'll see."

"Can't wait, baby girl."

° ° °

"My baby is turning forty-two," I sing when I enter our bedroom the next morning. Vincenzo rolls over in bed, but I still manage to catch the smile on his face.

I start singing happy birthday and place the breakfast I made on the bedside table. I laugh when he pulls me in bed with him.

"I made you breakfast," I whisper into his ear. I feel his hand slide down, until he's cupping my ass. I bite my lip to prevent a moan from slipping out.

"I only want one kind of breakfast right now," he growls into my ear. He yanks the bedsheets away, exposing our bodies. His hand crawls down, underneath my panties. My back arches off the bed at the pleasure coursing through me.

"Now, let's eat," he whispers huskily, before diving underneath the sheets.

° ° °

"Who is going to be there?" I ask when I come out of the shower. Vincenzo is already busy dressing up. "Some of my friends, mostly my family. And then your friends and family," he answers, buttoning up his shirt.

I dry myself up and pick out a satin black dress. "Can't wait," I smile. The party is hosted at his other house here in Italy – or should I say our house? He had his sister and brother plan everything out.

I start preparing myself, putting my dress on and checking myself out in the mirror, looking for spots that I haven't shaved.

Once everything's cleared, I start with the make-up. I apply just the slightest bit of make-up and put my heels on. I check my hair, satisfied at the sight of my wavy hair falling over my back.

"We have to leave in about fifteen minutes," I say when I take a look at the clock.

I walk into our bedroom, and see Vincenzo sitting on our bed, waiting for me. His eyes widen once he sees me. "Fuck," he whispers and stands up, walking towards me.

"How do you expect me to contain myself when you walk around like this?" he asks, his voice husky. "You have to stay strong," I giggle and make a move to walk past him, but he's having none of it.

"Vincenzo!" I exclaim when I feel his arm wrap around my waist. He throws me on our bed, stalking over to me like a predator.

"We're going to be late," I whisper, but don't stop him. "Don't care," he growls and slips his hands underneath my dress. He drags my panties down, his gaze dark and filled with lust.

"Now is really not the time," I breathe, but am craving this as much as he is. "Shut up," he whispers, and spreads my legs. His hand lands on my belly and pushes me down.

My back arches off the bed when I feel him teasingly lick my inner thigh. "Fuck!" I moan when he licks up my slit. He wraps both his arms around my thighs and sucks my clit into his mouth, gently nudging it with his tongue.

"Vincenzo," I whimper and grind my hips into his face. After another lick, he leans back and stands up, undoing his belt and dragging his pants down. My mouth practically waters at the sight of his length.

He looms over me, both his elbows placed beside my head. "Please, Vincenzo," I beg when I feel his tip nudging my clit.

"Feels good, doesn't it," he smirks and leans down, capturing my lips. He enters me, filling me up and giving me exactly what I need.

He draws back and slams back into me. My nails claw at his back, needing more. He keeps circling his hips, entering me over and over again. My hips lift, meeting his in the process.

One of his hands tug the top of my dress down, revealing my breasts. He takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it. The sensation courses right down to my pulsing clit.

Moans keep falling from my lips. I close my eyes and throw my head back. "Harder," I moan, and that's exactly what he does. The base of his length brushes against my clit every time he enters me.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good," he groans and fastens his pace. He leans back, letting his dark eyes travel over my body.

"Tesoro, you're beautiful," he whispers. My hands claw at the sheets and my teeth sink into my lower lip.

"I love you," I choke out. He smiles and leans down, kissing my lips. "I love you too, mia cara."

Our tongues sensually stroke against each other. It doesn't take long for me to reach my high, and I quickly come over his length.

After another few strokes, Vincenzo stills above me and groans out my name. He pulls out and sends me a sheepish smile. "I needed that," he breathes. I smile as well.

"Me too," I reply and get up, adjusting my dress. Vincenzo walks into the bathroom, and walks out with a washing cloth in his hands.

He gets on his knees before me and parts my legs, cleaning everything down there.

I lean in, placing my mouth by his ear. "You'll get another birthday present tonight," I whisper sensually in his ear, licking his earlobe. He groans. "You're making me hard again," he rasps out.

I giggle and lean back, letting him do his work. We clean up and stand up, preparing ourselves to head out.

We walk into the garage and get inside his car. While driving towards his house, he holds my hand over the console. "Just wait till we get to celebrate your birthday. It'll blow your mind," he smirks.

The drive towards his house doesn't take long. When we arrive, we see that we're not the first ones. A lot of cars are parked in front of our mansion already.

"Late to my own party," he chuckles as he parks his car. "It's your own fault," I reply. "If you were able to resist my charms for once, we would've been on time," he says and wraps an arm around my waist.

"So, it's my fault now?" I scoff. We walk up the steps, towards his front door. "Not exactly saying that..." he answers with a sly smile. He leans down and pecks my lips, before we both enter.

"SURPRISE!"

Everyone is gathered in the hallway, smiling brightly at us.

"Wow! Didn't expect this at all!" Vincenzo says, a sarcastic undertone in his voice. But he's smiling nonetheless.

"Daddy!" Nicholas yells and walks towards his father. With the biggest smile in the world, Vincenzo leans down and picks up his son, hugging him close. Aurora runs towards him as well. "Daddy! Pick me up!" she demands.

Vincenzo gives her a pointed look.

"Per favore," she smiles. With a little smile, Vincenzo picks her up as well and kisses her on the cheek.

"Buon compleanno," she mutters shyly. Nicholas tries to say the same thing, but fails.

"Thank you, darling," he smiles and hugs them close to me. Nicholas sees me over his shoulder, and his eyes widen.

"Mommy!" he pouts and stretches his arms out. I laugh and take him in my arms. Vincenzo's family walks up to him, congratulating him and presses kisses against his cheeks.

Lucy and Chris congratulate him too, along with mom and dad. Some guests are still arriving, setting their presents on the table.

What could they possibly have gotten him? The man has everything he wants.

The kids are playing around, wrapping everyone around their finger with their cuteness.

Vincenzo is talking to some of his mates, laughing and reminiscing about things that have happened in the past.

I'm watching him by the doorway with a little smile playing around my lips, when suddenly a woman appears by my side. I glance sideways at her.

It's a tall blonde, wearing a strapless, red dress. Her lips are the same color of her dress and her blonde hair is up in a high ponytail.

"Oh, hey. I don't know you," I smile and turn to face the woman. She glances at me, her eyes scanning up and down my attire. I narrow my eyes, standing confidently in front of her.

She smiles at me. "I'm Loren, an old girlfriend of Vincenzo," she introduces herself. "I remembered that it was his birthday today, so I decided to pay him a visit," she then continues.

"An old girlfriend huh?" I ask. She nods with a small smile. "You know how he is," she chuckles.

I bite my lip. She still thinks she has a chance?

"And you are?"

"His wife," I smile.

Her eyes widen, and she has to do a double-take at me. "Wife?" she asks, bewildered.

"Yep," I answer, popping the 'p'. "Athena!"

I turn my head at the sound of his deep voice, and a smile comes on my face when I see him headed towards me. "I wanted you to meet some of my friends. Who is this?" he asks and moves his eyes to the woman standing beside me.

He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me towards him. "Oh, this is Loren. She says she's an old friend?"

He tilts his head to the side a bit. "I don't remember you," he says, and I can tell he's trying to come up with a memory.

"Well, I'm sure it'll come later, baby," I tell Vincenzo, and turn my attention back to Loren, "why don't you make yourself comfortable and get to know the guests." She nods. It's clear she doesn't want to be here anymore.

Vincenzo and I start greeting the other guests, and he introduces some of them to me – some that I haven't met.

His sister's children are playing around with Nicholas and Aurora. Angelo arrives too, with his girlfriend who is now pregnant. She's eight months already.

We all gather around in the dining room, where Vincenzo will be opening his presents. Like I had predicted, he had most of the things already, but he was still very happy with them.

There were some perfumes, new ties and whatnot. His eyes lock with mine. "What's your present?" he asks, an amused smile coming on his face. I blush a bit, insecure all of a sudden.

I take my purse and walk over towards my husband, feeling all eyes on us. "Am I going to like this?" he asks. "I hope so," I whisper, and open my clutch. I take out the long, thin box that's carefully wrapped in wrapping paper.

He looks at me. "What is this?" he asks, a curious smile playing around his lips. "Is it like a bracelet or something?" he then asks. I chuckle nervously.

"Just open it," I whisper. He takes a deep breath, but does as I say. He lifts the lid off and takes in what's lying inside the box.

"Shut the fuck up," he whispers once he sees the positive pregnancy test.

I press my lips together in excitement. He looks up at me, his captivating eyes meeting mine.

"Are you..."

I nod. He gently places the box on the table and swoops me off the ground, pressing his face against my neck. I giggle and wrap my arms around him as well.

The guests have understood what was in the box, and I can clearly see the emotion on their faces.

"We're going to have a third child," he whispers, clutching me tighter against him. "I know," I reply.

"I want a hug!"

We break apart and watch how Aurora and Nicholas make their way through the people, running over towards us. "What's happening, mommy?" Aurora asks. I kneel down in front of her with a smile.

"Would you like to have a brother or sister?" I ask her. She smiles widely. "Yes! Then I'd get to have more people to have fun with! Nicholas is tiring," she whispers. I chuckle and pick her up. "Good thing we're getting another family member."

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"We're having another child," Vincenzo whispers against my lips as we enter our bedroom. I giggle and throw my shoes somewhere.

We've successfully put the kids to sleep, so we don't need to worry about anything.

Impatiently, Vincenzo gets me out of my dress. He throws me on our bed, unbuttoning his shirt and getting out of his pants.

He gets on top of me, letting his eyes trail over my naked body. "Fuck, baby girl," he breathes, and starts planting kisses down my body.

He nestles himself between my legs, holding my thighs apart. "Finally, my dessert," he moans.

A gasp falls from my lips when I feel his mouth land on top of my sex. I throw my head back at the sensation.

"Vince..." I bring out. Moans are spilling from my lips as his tongue keeps torturing me. His tongue gently nudges my clit, before going down and teasingly dipping into my entrance.

He flattens his tongue, rubbing it against my clit and slit. Gasps fall from my parted lips. My hips start moving, grinding against his face. I feel something settle in the pit of my stomach, starting to take over me.

My fingers tangle themselves in his dark hair, tugging on it. "Please," I breathe and I feel my legs starting to tremble. He keeps licking me, driving me to the brink of insanity. He never ceases to amaze me with the skills of his tongue. And I don't think I'll ever grow tired of it.

His teeth softly graze over my sensitive skin, my body starts to shake. His fingers dig into my flesh, pushing me closer to his face.

My fingers have a vice grip on his hair, and before I know it, I start convulsing and I find myself having a mind-blowing orgasm.

I fall on our bed, completely breathless. After a couple of seconds of regaining my breath, I sit up and look at my husband.

"Your turn," I whisper and switch the roles.

° ° °

"I want it to be a boy," Vincenzo says after our... heated session. I chuckle. "No, I want another girl," I whisper. He shakes his head. "Nicholas and I would be outnumbered then," he answers. I smile "That's the point."

He pulls me closer to him and nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck. "Another nine months filled with complaining," he groans. "You love it when I'm pregnant!" I fire back. He chuckles.

"I do love your horniness."

I playfully whack him across the head, hitting his dark curls. "And I love the way your breasts grow," he then proceeds to say. "Hmm, and let's not forget the milk," he says and gropes my breasts.

I cringe. "You gotta stop doing that. It's for the baby."

He chuckles. "You like it as well, admit it."

I won't admit shit.

"Just shut up and sleep," I chuckle.

With my husband lying beside me, our legs entangled and our arms wrapped around each other, we both fall asleep while our hearts beat for each other.

. . .

Ugh imagine being this happy. 

Or just having him.