“I know you don’t believe me yet,” he whispered. “But I’ll make it my life’s work to convince you.” He bent his head and kissed her gently, his lips moist, gentle and sweet on hers. He raised his head much too quickly and Theresa went up on her toes to prolong the contact.
“Sandro…” she didn’t know what to say but he shook his head and smiled gently.
“It’s okay. I just wanted you to know.” He kissed her again, a little bit more urgently this time and she could feel his erection straining against her stomach. It startled her because she hadn’t really felt him in so long and she suddenly realised how many months it had been since she’d last felt him moving inside of her. Her dormant hormones sprang to life in an instant and she pushed closer to him, deliberately rubbing herself again his hard penis. He deepened the kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth in clumsy desperation and his lack of finesse made her even hungrier for him.
“The doctor gave me the all-clear for sex last week,” she reminded and he groaned harshly at her urgent words.
“I didn’t tell you how I felt because I was trying to get you into bed, Theresa,” his voice was thick with desire and she smiled up into his flushed face.
“I know that, Sandro. Now hurry up and take me to bed, will you?” He shuddered and lifted her into his arms before carrying her out of the baby’s room into hers next door.
He gently deposited her onto the bed and watched as she dragged the nightgown over her head and tossed it aside, his dark eyes going slumberous with desire. Suddenly self-conscious, Theresa remembered that she’d gained weight and acquired some stretch marks during her pregnancy. She wasn’t the same slender, smooth-skinned woman he’d had sex with last. She lifted her hands to cover herself but when Sandro swore reverently, she paused and looked at him. He couldn’t take his hot eyes off of her; he looked like a starving man staring at a feast while wondering which dish to start with.
She watched in fascination, her shyness forgotten, as he fumbled with his boxers and kicked them aside. He was so hard it looked painful and she could see how his heart was racing with every throb of his gorgeous penis.
“God,” he groaned slightly, his voice awed and a little disbelieving. “Oh God, oh God, oh God… you’re more beautiful than I remembered.” He stumbled to the bed and gathered her into his arms, kissing her hungrily. His usual finesse was gone; the hungry kiss was almost adolescently awkward with bumping noses and clashing teeth. But neither of them cared as they went at each other with a ferociousness that bordered on animalistic.
Theresa had one brief moment of lucidity, when she asked him to wear a condom. In the past, Sandro would have been infuriated by the request, this time he stumbled from the bed in a daze and made his way to the en-suite where they stocked a new box of condoms every six months, in case their guests needed any. He was back in seconds, box in hand but was shaking so badly that the packaging defeated him.
“I can’t…” he growled in frustration and she took the box from him with slightly steadier hands. She managed to extract a condom, tossed the box aside and ripped open the foil package. She held up the little rubber circle with a questioning glance and his pupils dilated even further.
“You do it,” he urged huskily and she smiled before, with agonising slowness, rolling the condom down his length. She gave him one more stroke for good measure but he arched himself away from her touch.
“Don’t… baby… I’m going to come.” She lifted her hand to the nape of his neck and dragged him down for another urgent kiss. Without breaking the kiss, Sandro flipped her onto her back and parted her thighs with his own. Despite his obvious desperation he entered her slowly and with infinite gentleness.
“Am I hurting you?” He asked against her mouth and she murmured a negative, pushing back up into him, to make it clear that she wanted more of him inside of her. It was all the invitation Sandro needed before he sheathed himself completely. They both groaned and he tilted his head back, his eyes closed in ecstasy.
“Oh God… Theresa… so long! It’s been so long,” He whispered. “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.” He began to move and she gasped at the feeling of fullness inside of her. He knew her body very well and shifted his position slightly until every stroke hit her in exactly the right spot. It didn’t last long… barely two minutes and for the first time in their marriage Sandro lost all control and came before she did. Theresa watched his face contort, as his body clenched and his back arched. A desperate sound was ripped from his throat as he tried to hold back and couldn’t. Theresa followed seconds later, his orgasm triggering hers. She clenched around him, squeezing him tightly and prolonging his pleasure as she took her own.
For a few moments they both hung suspended in stasis after their powerful mutual orgasms and time seemed to freeze until Sandro collapsed onto the bed beside her moments later, breathing heavily as he gathered her into his arms.
“Theresa, love of my life,” he whispered into her hair, as they fought to catch their breath and Theresa smiled before snuggling into his chest with a contented moan and falling asleep in his strong arms.
Chapter Twelve
Theresa headed down to the kitchen for breakfast three weeks later and found her husband already seated at the table, newspaper in hand. He’d already dressed Lily and had her little baby carrier placed on the table in front of him. Lily was asleep and Sandro was so absorbed in his paper that he didn’t notice her at first. It was Phumsile’s usual day off, so he’d fixed himself a bowl of cereal, toast and some coffee. She smiled at the sight of them, her heart overflowing with love for both of them.