Her.
"Good morning, bambina."- spoke husky, sinfully erotic, deep, fruity, rich, smoky voice as his rock-hard, big, long erection pressed against my bum.
"Mhm, good morning."- I said softly, moaning lushly as he rubbed me through the fabric of my thong.
My hand wondered off behind me and I palmed his hardness, massaging him though the fabric of his white boxers. Leo kissed my neck steamily, cupping my breast in his large, veiny, warm hand.
"I want to love you, amore mio."- stated lovingly my beloved husband, laying hot kisses on my neck and shoulder.
"I am yours."- I whispered profoundly, turning my head to the side, and he was eager to kiss me passionately.
He took off my thong and bra before removing his boxers. White pieces of fabric landed on the floor around our grand bed. I moved my upper leg, bended in knee, to the side and clutched the sheets as his tip slid along my opening.
"Ah."- I gasped softly, my back arching, as his erection slowly entered me, stretching me so good.
Masculine, big, inked hand wrapped around my neck and plump lips left sizzling hot kiss on my cheek, lingering there. My hands squeezed the sheets as I moaned in pleasure, relishing in his balmy touch.
Slow, tender, passionate, ideally lecherous loving. I love it when he makes love to me first thing in the morning. It feels differently than at night - more mellow, I'd say even lazy; it is that romantic, intimate type of lazy when we are still drowsy, yet already love-drunk to no extend, needful and hungry for each other. It is hard to explain, but the feeling is crazily incredible.
"You are breathtaking, angel."- whispered in my ear Leo, smiling dreamily at me, giving me butterflies as my cheeks flushed pink.
"So fucking stunning."- he spoke sincerely, kissing my cheek a few times wholesomely, making slow and gentle strokes.
Our hands found their way to each other - palms touching, fingers intertwined. I melted in his devoted loving, feeling every fibre of me burn with wildly flourishing, true, everlasting love for him.
"Wait for me, baby."- he spoke smokily and I nodded, capturing his plump lips in a sensual, slow kiss.
Silk, black covers keep us hidden in our bubble. Thrust after another, each other better than one before it. Kisses kept getting better and better. Whispers of sweet devotion and adoration.
I held his hand tighter, moaning softly, and his handsome face laid in my neck as velvety moan escaped from him when we came together.
Leo cuddled me affectionately and I eagerly snuggled int him, both of us relaxing and smiling. After a while we got up, showered did our routines and wore robes before heading to check on twins and Max. I went to our daughters and he went to our son.
I happily entered their nursery, only for my blood to run cold.
I dashed out of the nursery, only to see Leo's distressed physic.
"Where is Max? Twins aren't in the crib and I am sure we put them in their cribs last night."- I spoke in fear, tears filling my eyes.
"Calm down, baby. I am sure they are in the house, they could not have gotten far and the security is very tight: nobody could ever get in."- stated Leonardo, cupping my face tenderly, wiping away his tears.
I nodded, taking deep breaths, and he kissed my forehead. We checked all rooms on this floor, then floor above, where massive playroom, observatory, library and music rooms are. The two of us dashed downstairs, our hearts beating like crazy, and peered one very single room.
"Cazzo."- muttered Leo as we went to the terrace, worrying like crazy.
"Sup, Mr and Mrs Russo?"- chirped Martin goofily, drinking coffee, as twins and max are on his lap, playing peacefully.
I sobbed in my husband's strapping chest, genuinely wanting to do something to Martin.
"Are you out of your mind?! We were looking for them everywhere!"- stated Leo, calmness in his voice sounding menacing, protective, wrath-promising and furious.
"Oh, they are just 3 and 2. They cannot walk, chill out."- he said surely as Leo held me close, rubbing my back tenderly as I slowly calmed down.
I wiped away my tears, feeling like I was ran over by bus, and approached Martin, taking Ariana in my arms as Leo took Max and Angelica. I kissed our kids' cheeks, sighing in relief that they are just fine.
"Anyway, moving onto important things, you are needed at warehouse today. Now, I am off."- stated Martin, waltzing out of our house with coffee-to-go in his hand.
"Sometimes I want to kill him so badly."- muttered Leo, kissing our kids' foreheads and my lips.
"Why were you crying, mamma?"- asked in worry Emi and Lucas, running up to us.
"Just a little scare. Everything is alright, boys."- I replied softly, kissing their cheeks.
In no time our precious beans came to us, being dressed for school. They hugged my baby bump, paying attention and affection to our little cookies. Shortly all off us had breakfast - oatmeal with fruit and berries; orange fresh and almond biscuits.
Today Fransisco and Carmen are dropping off kids and taking our little ones to a zoo, so while our eldest bambinos were chatting with grandparents, we got twins and Max ready for the day: baths, feeding and dressing. Today is rather warm, unlike the awful yesterday's weather, so clothes can be light and comfy.
Once everyone got going, I clung to Leo, attaching to him like koala - my arms are around his neck and legs are around his lean waist. His muscular, inked, powerful arms hooked around my waist, keeping me so mellow and calm.
"I adore you, Leo."- I spoke profoundly, kissing him devotedly.
"I worship you, Cami."- he replied sincerely, kissing my nose tenderly, making me smile.
He carried me upstairs and we began getting dressed for the day: I need to go to the headquarters to sort all paperwork before officially taking time off and he is needed at the warehouse.
I did my makeup, going for full glam today because I am in the mood for something more fancy. Effortless, but very pretty hairstyle. Lacy undergarments by Fleur du Mal - high waist thong, bralette bra with low cut. Yves Saint Laurent for the day - silk shirt, short and tight skirt, white heels. Perfume on my chest and wrists. I wore Cartier hand watch, earrings and a few rings that work nicely with my daily jewellery.
As I stood in my bag-shoe closet, I couldn't decide between two bags - Prada or Yves Saint Laurent. Both are so beautiful and I like them immensely.
"Oh, you are just in time. Which one should I take, amore?"- I asked with a smile, showing him both bags.
But his focus is not present: hazel eyes are attached to my legs, turning darker with each second passing by. He sat down on the arm-chair, eyeing my exposed legs with so much desire.
"Focus, baby."- I said softly with a pout, approaching him, only for him to sit me on his lap.
"I cannot concentrate when my wife's exceedingly sexy, slim, long legs are so damn exposed. You have gorgeous legs and I am sucker for them."- stated bluntly and so honestly Leo, making me blush as his fingertips glazed over my legs.
"You are exquisite, amore mio. Your beauty is divine, baby girl."- he spoke genuinely with so much love laced in his velvety, sensual, honeyed, husky voice, making my heart race.
"You are prepossessing, amore."- I said sincerely, genuinely meaning my compliment.
I have never seen anyone at least half as handsome as my husband. He is a masterpiece.
Voluminous, velvety, naturally slightly wavy, midnight black hair is styled so attractively with that ideal messiness to it. His hair is much longer in the middle and gets shorter at the sides. I love that he has such gorgeous, thick, silky main - it feels so good to run my fingers through, to play with and simply admire.
Sublimely sculpted face: ideal brows; long, thick, black lashes adorn his hypnotising gaze; beautiful nose is slightly up-turned; defined cheekbones; razor-sharp jawline; plump, full, soft lips with ideal cupid-bow; scandalously appealing neck with clear Adam's apple. His skin is smooth, dewy, clear and has such nice glow to it.
His smile. God, his smile is heaven-sent: so charming, so dreamy, so cute, so beautiful. Those deep dimples are to-die-for. When he grins in that adorable way of his, his award-winning smile shows off his pearly white, even teeth. His smile is my addiction, my pill of happiness, my promise of the best.
Broad, strapping back with manly shoulders to mach has me melting; muscular, big, inked arms with veins popping in the right places with sexy, large, veiny, inked hands and long, slender fingers; ideally chiselled and vast chest has my name inked right where his heart is; lean waist; rock-hard, delicious, finely honed abs form 8 pack; deep and defined V-line; long, toned legs. The way his vigorous muscles flex is sinfully hot.
His spicy, peppery, lush odour is scrumptious. He looks unutterably dreamy in all types of clothes, in all sorts of colours. He has scrumptious taste, perfect vision for things and bloody hell, his imperative and remarkable intelligence makes him billion times sexier to me.
He is man of unseen beauty, incomparable canniness, dreamy manners, sublime view on the life, flawless preferences and heart of gold. No words can explain how much I worship him.
Leo kissed me amorously, giving my thigh a squeeze as it fit in his large hand sublimely. My hands cupped his jaw and I opened my mouth, not missing how he held my thigh tighter at the clear liking of my action.
"Keep it up and you will be very unfashionably late, la mia bellezza."- he spoke in the licentious kiss, nibbling my bottom lip as I nodded.
He pecked me fondly before helping me to stand up.
"Also, the Saint Lauren bag will look fabulous with your sexy outfit."- stated Leo warmly with mesmerising smile and I grinned happily.
"Grazie mille."- I replied contentedly and pecked him dotingly before dashing to pack my bag.
Once I was done, we got going. Leo dropped me off at headquarters first, walking me all the way to the office. We agreed that I will come to him when I am done; guards will drive me. The two of us got in the lift and he hugged me lovingly, seeing my tense self.
"Don't worry, bambina. They are armed to the brim, each of them. The car is bullet-proof, windows are tinted and the drive is just 7 minutes long."- he said calmly, kissing my shoulder tenderly.
I nodded, knowing that I will be fine, I trust him, but God, my body knows no calmness.
Him.
I slowly caged her against the wall and trailed my hand along her toned thighs, mellowly trailing higher underneath her short, tight skirt.
"What are you doing?"- asked softly Cami, holding onto my shoulders, as I rubbed her though the lacy fabric.
"Making sure you are relaxed and not wrecking your pretty mind."- I spoke, kissing her gorgeous neck lecherously, taking my time.
"Come to think, I have never fingered you in the elevator, haven't I, bambina? I fucked you against this very wall, you sucked my dick, but I haven't touched you."- I whispered in her ear, probing her with my middle and index fingers, smirking as she moaned succulently in my chest, holding onto my shoulders more securely.
"We've got 20 more floors to go. Think you can be a good girl and come for me?"- I spoke bin her ear, pressing onto her g-spot, earning sensual moan in reply.
"Sì."- whispered softly Cami, her minty breath brushing against the exposed part of my chest.
I took my time: pressure on her spot, but slow and gentle pace with simultaneous rubbing of her centre in defined circles.
"Leo."- she moaned innocently, making me sigh at how my name rolled off her tongue. Fuck, her moans are heaven-sent.
My pace picked my and I kissed her bare cleavage, relishing in her erotic fragrance the drives me crazy. I fingered my wife rougher, faster, touching her g-spot every single time, loving how she pulled me closer, held me tighter, moaning sweetly in my chest - fucking melted in my arms.
Before she could come, I caved in my hunger for her.
I stopped and crotched down, effortlessly setting her slim legs on my shoulders. I rolled her skirt up and took off her lacy thong.
"Dio."- whimpered Cami, tugging on my hair, as I licked her, sucking lightly, adding pressure with each motion.
She tastes sweeter that honey, sugar and all damn candies combined. Fanculo, I can do this forever. She is scrumptious, so damn exquisite.
By the time we reached the 25th floor, she hit 2 orgasms.
I gently set her on her feet, holding her up as she hugged me, looking much better - smily, satisfied and most of all: relaxed. I kissed her cheek and helped her to wear her lacy thong before fixing her skirt for her.
"I love you very much, amore."- spoke profoundly Camila, pecking me lovingly.
"I love you with all my heart, principessa."- I stated honestly and meaningfully, kissing her tiny hands gently.
I walked her to her office and tagged along while she set her desk. Once she was done, we shared the most heartwarming kiss. I crotched down and kissed her baby bump, grinning happily.
"I love you too, my little beans."- I said genuinely, laying a few more kisses on her beautiful belly.
"Have a great day, handsome."- spoke adorably my beloved, smiling dazzlingly.
"You too, angel."- I responded sincerely, kissing her cheeks before heading out.
I headed to the elevator and in no time was on my way to the our black Audi. I drew to the warehouse while thinking about one special thing.
Cami and I didn't get to celebrate our big date - 15 years of our dreamy marriage. I want to do it now, even though it is weeks later. I want to make this big date extra memorable and precious, something touching and intimate.
Once I arrived at the warehouse, I took care of all tasks I had to do. A few meetings popped up, so I attended those too and checked a couple of reports too. After all of that I went to check the stocks - prime reasons why I am here.
Martin told me what's up with them - everything is as well as ever.
"Oh, come on. Are you still mad at me from taking twins and Max?"- he groaned and I sighed at how blind he is.
"No, I am mad because you took them without telling anyone, horrifying the life out of my wife and me. Sì, they cannot walk far, but they can be abducted, hurt or scared the shit out of. They are just babies, Martin. God forbid if anything happens, but fuck, if it does, it will leave mark on them. Mark that will ruin their peaceful minds."- I said as calmly as I could, not wanting to even recall how shitless scared I felt when I didn't see my son in his crib.
"I am a father before I am a Capo and businessman. My kids and my wife come first. You saw how fucking broken I am without Cami, so just imagine for a second how lost and miserable her and I could possible be, if our bambinos were gone."- I stated vulnerably, seeing his brown eyes fill with understatement and sympathy.
"Alright, that was dumb of me."- he admitted honestly without idiotic antics.
"I am still your bestie though, right?"- he asked goofily, making me chuckle.
"Yeah, yeah, you are, idiot."- I replied, returning his brotherly hug.
We talked about the stocks more, going over the plan for the next months, during which I will be home with my beloved family.
"Hi, handsome."- chirped cutely Cami, hugging me from behind, making me smile brightly.
"Hi, principessa."- I replied happily, turning around in her balmy embrace.
She tagged along while being nuzzled into me, keeping up with conversations. I kissed her temple every 3 minutes, keeping my arm wrapped around her tiny waist.
"Cazzo."- I muttered, hearing gun shots.
I took my gun and pulled Camila in-between the docks, hiding her behind myself.
One corpse fell dead, them another and a few more. My men shot just as many morons.
Once I was sure everything is clear, I turned around and hugged Cami, who looks sick to her stomach.
"Let's get you out of here, amore mio."- I spoke in care, scooping her weightless frame in my arms bridal-style, keeping her skirt in place.
I quickly got her out of here, taking her to my office, but that didn't really do much - she dashed to the bathroom, throwing up. The sight of bleeding bodies, pools of blood isn't exactly pregnancy-friedly.
I held her lustrous hair gently, but securely, rubbing her back lovingly to soothe her down.
"Shh, come here, baby."- I cooed her warmly, hugging her once she flashed the toilet.
"It's okay, bambina. I am right here, we are safe."- I whispered to her, feeling her relax in my arms slowly.
After a few minutes she felt better. I helped her to stand up and she brushed her teeth, flossing twice.
"Can I make it better somehow, la mia bellezza?"- I asked lovingly, wrapping her in my arms as she hid in my embrace, nodding in reply.
"4 nectarines, per favore."- she responded softly and I smiled.
"Coming right up, baby."- I replied, kissing the top of her pretty head.
We exited the bathroom and I texted one of my men to get 4 nectarines, bring them washed and cut. Cami sat on my lap and I cuddled her small self, my hand on her baby bump. She snuggled into me, relaxing more as I held her tightly.
Knock on my door sounded and Niro Brough nectarines.
"Grazie."- said softly Cami and he nodded, smiling friendlily.
She peacefully ate the fruit, feeding me just as often. After a moment another knock sounded and I allowed to come in.
"Whose men were they?"- I asked Martin as he came in, looking just as pissed.
"German. Any idea how they found out about our main base?"- he responded and I took a moment to think.
They might not necessarily want the stocks themselves. They could want revenge, bloodbath or anything else.
But question is - how they found it. It is secluded as fuck. I have no rats. After seeing what happened with the last one, nobody has guts to cross me.
"Leave us."- I told him calmly and he nodded, complying.
"Baby, I need you to stand up."- I told her collectedly and she did, facing me as I caged her between myself and desk.
"Take off your clothes, bra included."- I spoke warmly, kissing her plump, juicy lips gently.
She is confused, but took off her clothes without questions. Button by button, she took off her silk shirt, unveiling her lacy bra and perky, round, firm, mouth-watering, comely breasts. She unzipped her skirt and took it off, staying in high waist thong. I kissed her petite shoulder and unclasped her bralette bra, removing it.
In any other situation and trouble-free mind, with my wife standing almost naked in front of me, I would be aching hard and burning with need to fuck her. But not now.
I gently lifted her lean arms up and trailed my hands along the sides of her dainty, defined, sultry hour-glass figure. Then my hands skimmed along her petite arms, defined collarbones, upper part of her chest. I turned her around and my hands wondered from her small back upwards to her shoulder blades, all while I held her petite body in my hands.
I slowly bended her over the desk and held the back of her neck with one hand. I moved her velvety, light blonde hair aside and took the knife out of my drawer.
"Shh, everything is alright, baby girl."- I whispered in her ear, taking her mind off what I did next.
I gently cut the silky skin on the back of her neck, making a tiny cut, and took out the small chip.
"It's okay, angel. Shh."- I soothed her, helping her up before hugging her tightly.
"What did you do?"- asked Cami softly, holding me close.
"He chipped you on your back. The chip is harmless, but that's exactly what gave up your location, therefore, location of all places you go to."- I explained calmly, eyeing the green chip with rage boiling in me.
"Everything is fine now, amore mio. You are safe."- I assured her and kissed her temple, feeling myself calm down when she hugged me securely, being collected and not freaking out.
I helped her to get dressed and tended to the small cut, making sure it is disinfected and patched up properly. In a moment I called Martina and he came here as I told him everything.
"Damn, you are one hell of a Don. Knowing how to find this tiny, unbelievably minute piece of shit on a body."- mumbled Martin, eyeing the chip.
"What now?"- asked softly Cami, caressing my back so soothingly, keeping me relaxed and sane.
"I move stocks and warehouse elsewhere and pay a visit to those mutts."- I sighed, knowing that there is no other way.