15. Salvatore

15

salvatore

one year later…

“Dominic! Serena! Are you two doing what I think you’re doing?” I call through the house. Their pounding footsteps slow up. They appear in the doorway to the kitchen in the next second, their round little faces dripping with guilt.

“Daddy, Dom took my bunny!” Serena says, stomping her foot. “Tell him to give it back.”

“Dom, is that true? Do you have your sister’s bunny?”

My eldest son sighs and then produces the bunny rabbit from behind his back. “I was just playing around.”

“What have I told you about taking your sister’s things?”

“Tell her not to break the heads off my Cosmic Man action figures!”

“Rena, did you do that?”

Serena pouts, her bottom lip poked out. “It was an accident, Daddy.”

“Then what do you say when you do something by accident?” I ask, wiping my hands on the kitchen towelette. I’ve just stuck the turkey in the oven and turned to face them.

“Sorry,” Serena mumbles. She reaches for her bunny rabbit and hugs it against her chest.

I’d chuckle if they weren’t right in front of me.

The five- and seven-year-olds drive me and Delphine crazy at times, but they also provide endless entertainment. They’ve reached the phase where one second they’re best friends and the next second they can’t stand each other.

We’re constantly having to referee, reminding them they should always have each other’s back. Dominic knows he needs to look out for his little sister and brother while Serena’s learning to listen to her big brother when necessary.

Once they’ve apologized to each other, I remind them to play nice and then cut them loose. The two scurry out of the kitchen to go play.

We’ve been at the cabin for several days now. What started out as a one-time excursion that Delphine had organized for our family is now set to become a yearly tradition.

Days before Christmas, we pack up and drive a couple hours to Mount Halsey to celebrate the holiday in the snowy mountain landscape.

The kids love it and so does Delphine.

I’ve even grown to appreciate the time away from our busy lives in the city. Being a mafia don is an almost twenty-four hour, seven-day-a-week obligation.

It’s nice to have this chance to get away and be together, doing things like eating good food, enjoying the snow, and gifting each other presents.

Leaving the kitchen behind, I find Delphine in the den with a book. She smiles up at me as she moves to stand. I make it to her first, bending down to drop a kiss on her lips and rest my hand on her round belly.

Six months into this pregnancy, and she’s having a harder time than the first three. The doctor recommended plenty of bed rest and time off her feet, and I intend on holding her to that.

“Everything’s good,” I say. “No need to worry. Turkey and ham are in the oven. Kids are playing and raising hell. The others should be here any second.”

“That’s good to hear. We’re getting hungry.”

I grin, feeling the soft curve of her belly. “We can’t have that. We’ve got to keep the two of you well fed.”

“You’ve done more than enough.”

The playful look on Delphine’s face says enough. She’s talking about more than tonight’s dinner.

I’m the one who got her pregnant.

Again.

All after she’d sworn Dante was our last. But what can I say? I never have been able to keep my hands off my beautiful wife.

That hasn’t changed even with pregnancy. Though Delphine’s fourth pregnancy has been rougher than the others, I’ve still found ways to pamper her.

Pleasure her.

Back and neck massages. Bath times. Eating out her delicious pussy whenever the mood strikes me and she’s extra needy.

Providing her with anything else she needs when the mood or craving strikes her.

The kids have also taken to helping out, excited about another sibling to play with. Dominic’s taken even more to the idea he’ll be a big brother again while Serena’s looking forward to having a sister to play with. Dante’s happy about the idea there will be a baby younger than he is.

I’m just grateful for what I have. I couldn’t be more fortunate.

There’s no better time to appreciate this fact than Christmas.

The doorbell rings and I head to the front door to greet Ernest and Marcel. They both come baring a basket of gifts for the kids and other items like mulled wine for the adults and a side dish for dinner.

We sit down as a family at the dinner table and enjoy good food with great company. Serena is talking Ernest’s ear off about a poem she wrote for school.

“Mine was… the teacher said, Grandpa, mine was best,” she says in her tiny voice.

Ernest’s face shines with pride. “That’s my girl. Smart as your mommy was at your age.”

Meanwhile, Dominic’s telling Marcel all about his game for his soccer team.

“I scored, Uncle Marcel!” he brags, eyes wide. “I made a goal and our team won! We get a pizza party.”

“Watch out, future superstar,” Marcel says. “Somebody’s got talent.”

Stitches and Sasha are busy appealing to Delphine and me about their latest argument. Stitches proposed but Sasha hates the ring.

“It’s a family heirloom,” Stitches says, shrugging. “It holds significance.”

“It can hold significance without it being my engagement ring.” She rounds on Delphine. “Delphi, help me out here. I deserve my own ring, don’t I?”

Delphine sips from her cider as if stalling for time. “I think the two of you can come to a compromise.”

“See! Even Mrs. Phi doesn’t agree with you,” Stitches says.

“It means Phi doesn’t agree with you either,” I point out, then I palm her knee under the table. “It means we’re staying out of it. We’ve got a baby to worry about.”

Stitches laughs. “Any names yet?”

“We might keep with our tradition. D names for the boys. S for the girls.”

“You know, my name starts with an S.” Stitches waggles his brows. “It would make for an interesting story.”

“We’ll think about it never,” I say, and the others laugh.

We’re up late into the night celebrating the occasion until finally, one by one, we turn in. Delphine takes the kids up for bed. Ernest yawns and announces he’s getting too old to stay up past a certain hour.

I’m the last one to head up. I’ve checked all the windows and doors and made sure security’s on shift for the night.

The door falls open for me to step through, thinking nothing of the moment.

…until I step inside and see Delphine waiting for me on the bed. She’s naked for my viewing pleasure, in nothing but shiny red ribbon that’s strategically wrapped around her body. Her full breasts hang free, nipples erect and puffy. Her pretty plump pussy’s covered by the ribbon, though I can make out the outline of her lips. The fuzzy little patch of hair it only partially covers.

My eyes travel down every curvy inch of her, my cock immediately twitching in my pants. I twist the lock on the doorknob and step forward.

“It looks like Santa delivered my present early,” I say.

“The real question is, are you ready to unwrap me?”

She smirks sexily as she leans back on the bed, propped up by her elbows, and spreads her legs. Nothing but a thin strip of shiny red ribbon obscures her from view.

Tension rolls through me, winding up in my jaw. I unclench and clench it shut, suddenly overcome by the urge to shred the ribbon to pieces with my bare hands.

But I want to enjoy the moment as well. Enjoy the present that is Delphine and her sexy body, round with my child.

“I’ll unwrap you,” I say. “And then I’m going to devour you. You don’t know what you’ve started.”

Delphine giggles as I approach and lean over her for a kiss. I capture her lips, my hand at rest on the base of her throat. Our tongues meet in a massage, stroking against each other’s in leisurely fashion.

It’s an instant turn on for Delphine. She reacts with a deep shudder and then flicks her tongue to mine.

Long and slow kisses like these have always been a language of ours. We communicate through each deep kiss and teasing stroke of our tongues.

Delphine tastes sweet like the dessert she’d eaten and spicy like the cider she drank. I can’t get enough as I explore her mouth and savor the feel of her.

My dick goes from twitching in my pants to fully erect in a matter of seconds.

Delphine senses this. Her hands reach for my pants, fussing with my belt buckle and then drawing down the zipper.

I grunt at the feel of her soft hand wrapping around my hard dick. Her kiss becomes even sweeter as she kisses me like a seductive siren and begins stroking my dick.

She knows what I like. She knows exactly how to get me off.

After so many years together, we’ve mastered each other’s bodies.

I’m at her mercy as she fists my cock and moans into my mouth.

“Fuck, Phi,” I growl, grabbing her face to regain some semblance of control. I draw back slightly, lips still inches from hers. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me.”

“Mmmm,” she hums. “You’re so hard, Jon. Does that mean you like your present?”

She lets go of my dick and lays back on the bed. Her beautiful body stretches out before me, the satin red ribbon like decoration. I’d tear it off her with my teeth if I had to.

I realize that’s not a bad idea as I crawl over her on the bed and drag her legs further apart. I plant myself in between and drag my swollen, hard dick over her pussy.

Her eyes roll back at the teasing feel. I rub myself against the ribbon covering her and it rubs against her pussy lips, creating a smooth friction.

“Do I like my present?” I repeat. “How about I unwrap it and show you?”

I drop kisses on her throat, then her chest and shoulders. I grope a heavy breast in one hand and drag my mouth down to the other, kissing and suckling. She feels so nice in my hands. So damn soft and squeezable.

My kisses spread.

I drop them wherever I can. I tug on the first strip of ribbon that’s artfully placed under her breasts and let it fall away.

It really is like I’m unwrapping a present as I place a kiss where the satin ribbon once was. Delphine moans and squirms. She’s growing needy and fussy like she tends to do during moments like this.

I grin kissing her round belly and then pull the next piece of ribbon away.

Kiss after kiss leads me to her pussy. She’s so soaked she’s left a wet patch on the ribbon covering it up.

I lick my lips as if I’m a man long starved and rip it away like a savage.

Delphine screams out at the first swipe of my tongue on her pussy. I reach up and cover her mouth to silence her.

We’ve got a house full of people and it’s late in the night.

The challenge becomes keeping her silent. Delphine writhes and thrashes at the warm pleasure my mouth brings her. I’ve got her sweet taste soaking on my tongue as I eat her out and grope her curves.

My dick throbs, already on the edge of erupting.

But I force myself to wait. I make her come with a stifled cry and shudder of her body before I’m slicking myself in her juices. Instant heat engulfs my dick as it sinks into her pussy.

Delphine stares up at me like she’s drunk. Eyelids heavy and eyes glazed over, she can only moan as she takes my dick.

I’ve rolled her onto her side—her preferred position this far along into her pregnancy—and enter her from behind.

We develop a sawing motion. Our bodies slide together, my arms wrapped around her. The perfect position that allows me to grope her breasts and hips. I grab her neck and stroke in deep, grunting in her ear.

Asking her if my dick feels good so deep in her pussy.

She’s so wet, she’s dripping. I’m swimming in pleasure.

It wells up inside me until its fit to burst. I tweak her nipples between my fingers and slide my dick in and out, picking up the pace. Her pussy flutters around my dick and I sense it coming. I’m able to let go once she is.

As her orgasm explodes, so does mine.

We come together, both trying to silence ourselves.

Delphine bites into the pillow. I bite into her. My teeth graze her neck as I bury my face and spill inside her wet, fluttering pussy.

It’s not until moments later that a hoarse laugh leaves me and I realize we’ve made a mess of the ribbons that once covered her. They’re strewn across the bed and the floor.

It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve lost ourselves in lovemaking and left a mess behind.

It won’t be the last time either.

This is for the rest of our lives. For every Christmas to come, where we’ll celebrate as a family and form our own memories and traditions. Where she’ll be my present and I’ll happily enjoy such a gift.

She smirks at me, her eyes even hazier now. “Merry Christmas, Jon.”

I kiss her, brushing away a couple tight curls. “Merry Christmas, Phi.”

THE END