Him.
Before anyone could say anything about my decision, Ignazio stormed in my office with alarmed expression.
"Gustos's cousin is here and wants to negotiate."- he announced and I raised my brow at his rumble, glazing my thumb over my wife's curve of tiny waist.
"With Signora Russo and you alone."- he added, my gaze hardening and grip of Camila tightening.
"Is he alone?"- asked Cami and he nodded.
"We will see you and him bin the boarding room. Check him, take away all possible harmful objects."- I stated sternly and Ignazio nodded before leaving.
"We will be fine, amore."- said softly my beloved, kissing my forehead gently.
"I love you so much, bambina."- I spoke genuinely, kissing her tiny hands lovingly.
"I love you immensely, handsome."- she whispered against my lips, kissing me fondly.
I helped her to stand up and wrapped my arm around her slender waist in protective manner, wanting to get this over with and enjoy my life of a husband and father in peace.
"Mr Russo, Mrs Russo, I am sorry for unannounced visit. I am Ganz Gustos."- introduced himself brown-eyed man.
We sat down and I examined his appearance: he indeed looks exceedingly harmless. If that moron Henry had some nasty vibe to himself, Ganz looks soft, I could say.
"I want to apologise for my cousin's doings and the act of his gang. It was so wrong and unacceptable. I swear, nothing like this will ever happen now that I have taken over the leadership."- stated honestly Ganz with a smile.
"Your men acted out on their own? You had no idea about their whereabout?"- I asked calmly and he nodded, sincerely glimmering in his eyes.
"Alright, we accept your apology."- I spoke, not believing what I am doing.
But fuck, I am in no position to put myself in jeopardy: I have a loving wife, 10 kids and 3 more on the way. I cannot allow myself to get in some shit. I want my kids to live in tranquility and happiness, I want my wife to be able to get out of the house without having to watch her back, I want to travel with my family, celebrate holidays in peace.
"Thank you so much, Mr and Mrs Russo."- he stated cheerily with grin and we nodded, offering him polite smiles.
Hands shakes exchanged and he left, not taking anything back, meaning he came unarmed - he definitely meant no harm.
"I am very proud of you, Leo. It was very honourable and adorable of you."- spoke profoundly my sweetheart, wrapping her petite arms around my neck while mine secured around her tiny waist.
"That's what good sex does to you."- hollered Martin amusedly and Cami blushed cutely, hiding her comely face in my chest.
In a moment we left the warehouse and drove home, having 3 hours to spare before bambinos come from school; my parents are dropping them off.
"Mhm, what does my gorgeous wife want?"- I wondered with smirk as she untucked my turtleneck and slipped it off my torso.
"It's been such a long while since the last time my husband fucked me against the wall."- she said innocently, batting her beautiful, long, thick, dark lashes at me while unbuttoning her silk blouse.
"Then you better strip down to that sexy lace of yours, get on your knees and put your hand behind your back."- I stated devilishly, tearing the silk fabric off her sultry body.
Her.
Did his hot rubbing of my inner thigh during ride home turn me on? Sì. Am I in the mood to be a good girl and get thoroughly fucked? More than I can describe.
I eagerly took off my short skirt and got on my knees, hands behind my back as cold wall is mere inch away from my back. He unbuckled his belt and took off his black pants, soon removing his boxers.
My jaw will be sore as hell, but the feeling is too good not to indulge in it.
I obediently opened my mouth and his rock-hard, thick, veiny 10 inches pushed in, hitting the back of my throat. I did my best to adjust to his monstrous erection, but he gave me no time to do it.
Leo fucked my mouth roughly, pushing my head down as far as I could go while fisting my hair in his hand. I sucked him off, working my tongue just like he likes, licking every vein.
"Just like that. Good girl."- he spoke huskily as I slowly inched my head more down, feeling his further than ever.
He pulled my head up and his big hardness left my mouth with popping sound as I panted for air. Before I could catch my breath, Leonardo trusted back in my mouth and bobbed my head as he pleased, fucking my sore mouth raw as I eagerly sucked him the best way I could.
"Cazzo."- he groaned coarsely, my tongue trailing along his grand length as I sucked him.
It's rough and steamy, explicit and lecherous. He ruined my innocence and I wouldn't have it any other way. I am his little vixen and he is my sexy, handsome devil - delay mixture once we are alone.
"Fuck."- sighed smokily Leo, spilling at the back of my throat, continuing to fuck my mouth.
His release dripped down on my chest as I simply cannot swallow so much and so fast. Once he pulled out, I licked my lips, seeing his predatory eyes on my breasts and lips coated in his load. Bloody hell, I have given him so many blowjobs, but this was the most intense.
Leo lifted me up, tore my lingerie in shreds, and hoisted me up, pinning me to the wall before ramming his hardness in my soaked core, making me moan wantonly.
"Open your mouth."- he commented authoritatively and I did, sucking his long, slender finger that collected his release off my chest.
I sucked his fingers sensually, knowing that it drives it nuts, and his hungry, possessive, salacious thrusts only confirmed it.
"Ah."- I gasped softly, gripping his manly, vast shoulders as he rubbed my centre with those 2 wet fingers.
"You like getting fucked by me, don't you, principessa?"- spoke fruitily Leo, drilling his monstrous 10 inches in me as I desperately held onto him.
"Mhm, sì."- I managed to murmur through my short breaths, moaning sheerly as he kept slamming my g-spot repeatedly.
"Come for me, angel."- he stated lecherously, kissing my sweet spot steamily, and that was my undoing as I hit mind-blowing orgasm, my nails scratching his strapping, broad, delectable back.
He gave me no time to adjust. I was set on my feet, turned around, my hand on the wall, his hand in my hair and my arched back.
"You fucking wet for me."- said hoarsely Leo, pushing in my sensitive core without mercy, pulling my long hair, arching me more into himself.
Bloody hell, Leonardo fucked me like an animal in the heat. By the time he was done fucking the soul out of me against the wall, I was exhausted and so, so, so satisfied. From behind, right, left and front angles - so damn many standing positions that only proved how unrealistically strong my hot husband is.
"Fanculo."- sighed Leo in my neck, coming in me, as I held onto him weakly, whimpering as intense climax hit my senses.
My legs are around his lean waist and arms are around his attractive neck. His large, veiny, inked, warm hands are on my bum that is highly likely red from all spanking and groping.
I took a deep breath, biting my lip as he kissed my neck fondly, sucking on love bite that he created. Muscular, powerful, tattooed arms secured around my waist and he hugged me lovingly.
"This was so fucking steamy."- spoke huskily Leo, pecking me feverishly as I nodded in utmost agreement.
Him.
That's why our sex life is never boring - we don't plan a shit. We fuck when and how we want, no timing and ridiculous scheduling. Our bedroom is not the only place we can get lush at and being parents doesn't stop us from that. Change of location keeps things extra exciting, spicy and refreshing. Us being liberal enough to try new things and places is just as important and pleasant.
Sure, we are almost in our mid-thirties, but that doesn't mean anything. Bloody hell, we are like horny bunnies 24/7 and fuck, this makes us who we are - crazily love-drunk, addicted to each other, devoted, faithful, happy couple. Bloody hell, age is just an excuse that people use. For fuck's sake, back in July we got crazy on one of our night dates: Camila rode my dick as I sat on the bench in the park while her red sun-dress covered us. It was so fucking insane, yet it was incomparable feeling.
I will forever treasure what I have with Cami because she is my perfect match. I could never love anyone at least half as much as I love her, I could never build what I have now with someone else.
"Feel like taking a randy ride in the bathtub, amore mio?"- I wondered, carrying her feather-like frame upstairs, and smirked when she nibbled my bottom lip.
"Always, amore."- Camila replied seductively, kissing me amorously.
Just like that we got stuck in a bath for another 30 minutes. Once we were clean and our routines were done, we got dressed in comfy clothes, planning to turn our anniversary celebration into a family night: just her, bambinos and I.
I wore black boxers and light grey sweatpants, chuckling as my sweetheart slipped in my white T-shirt that looks so big on her petite self.
My gorgeous wife.
No makeup, no hairstyle, no jewellery, no fancy clothes, no fake shit.
Angelic face of indescribable beauty. Heavenly, bright, genuinely happy smile adorns her plump, full, luscious, rosy lips. Luminous, clear, dewy, silky, sleek skin. Long, velvety, lustrous, voluminous, light blonde hair is extra wavy as it is damp. My enormous T-shirt on her stunning body as the cutest baby bump pops up in a tiny shiluette. 15 carat, crystal clear diamond on engagement ring and diamond wedding band shine brightly, just like the locket, necklace with my name and family bracelet. Sweet, yet spicy fragrance is as delicious, alluring, feminine and soothing as ever.
She is celestial.
"Amore."- almost whispered Cami, wrapping her dainty arm around my neck while tenderly wiping away a tear that I didn't notice.
"Is everything alright, baby?"- she asked in care, kissing my cheek lovingly.
"Everything is perfect."- I said genuinely, tenderly lifting her small self up in my arms.
Her luscious, candied lips moulded in mine in a slow, gentle, fond, ardent kiss that spoke louder than words ever could.
I carried my beloved downstairs, seeing that housekeepers set our left behind clothes in the laundry. Just as I set her on the floor, our little beans dashed to us and hugged us tightly. Once we exchanged hellos, they went to shower and change.
"Madre, don't cry."- I said with a smile, hugging my very emotional mother, who squeezed my 6'7 frame lovingly.
"I am just so proud of Camila and you. You two had such a bitter start and now look at you: 10 gorgeous kids, new house waiting to be moved in, successful careers. I am so happy for you, pumpkin."- stated madre, squeezing Cami next, as we smiled contentedly.
It is fucking mad to believe that only 15 years ago I was angry about the whole marriage thing and now it is one of the best thing in my life. I am thankful that padre made this happened and I am so bloody grateful that Camila stuck by my side and gave me a chance to make us right.
We chatted for a bit before they had to go - they are leaving for Kenya; a week long trip with Juan.
Cami and I took care of Angie, Ari and Max before settling in the cinema room with them. In matter of minutes kids dashed to us and we cuddled our little treasures, kissing their cheeks affectionately.
"How do you feel about having a mini celebration tonight, ragazzi?"- wondered Camila with the most beautiful smile on her rosy lips.
"Sounds fantastic!"-chirped Dom with a smile, being nuzzled into me.
"What are we celebrating today? It's September 20, no big dates."- asked Emi happily, being his mother's embrace.
"Since your mum and I didn't celebrate our wedding anniversary, we' love to do it now with you."- I responded, grinning as they hugged us tightly, immediately agreeing.
"We actually made you something for the awesome date."- chirped Adri before him and Luc dashed somewhere.
In a moment they came back with the most heartwarming and touching poster.
In the middle it says "Buon anniversario, mamma e papà! Sei la coppia più bella di tutta la parola. Nessun amore è più perfetto del tuo. Siete i migliori genitori di sempre!" (Happy anniversary, mummy and daddy! You are the most beautiful couple in the whole word. No love is more perfect than yours. You are the best parents ever!)
The letters were written by them in turns as handwriting varies - from the neatest to twins' and Max's adorable attempts to write. The ink is of all colours - pink, blue, yellow, oranger, purple, green, red and so many more colours; each letter is in different shade.
But what makes this so fucking sublime is their little handprints around those wholesome words. Handprints go from the eldest to the youngest - Adriano, Domenico, Mateo, Martina, Lucas, Emilio, Sofia, Angelica, Ariana and Maximiliano. Each pair of cute hands is in another colour. They also signed their tiny hands with name and small wishes.
"It's perfect, guys."- spoke softly Cami, blinking away a few tears, as bambinos hugged us securely.
"We love it so much, ragazzi. Grazie mille."- I said genuinely, wrapping my beloved family in my arms.
Kids snuggled into us and we cuddles happily while watching movies and cartoons, playing with our pups, chatting, taking pictures and having a good laugh. For dinner we ordered 4 types of pizza and relaxed together, enjoying the evening to no extend.
Little by little, time ticked by and before we noticed it, we fell asleep on the massive seats in cinema room, yet neither of us would trade it for the world.