Mia Figlia

Chapter 52 ✔️

PoV Riccardo

Nervously, I drummed my index fingers on the top of my desk. Stella had secretly gotten up in the middle of the night and had been wandering around the estate and the villa for hours. I had never seen her this restless. Was that normal at the end of pregnancy? According to Sam, it could be time for the baby to come at any moment. And I did not have the slightest idea what I had to do. There was a knock at the door.

"Come in," I growled, displeased at the interruption.

"Ciao Riccardo." My sottocapo entered, grinning broadly. "Is it possible that you will become a father today?" he asked me nonchalantly. I scooted up from my chair.

"What do you mean? Did she say something?" I circled the desk and rushed toward Giovanni.

"Calm down, boss," he rebuffed, his hands outstretched in front of his chest toward me in support of his words. "She did not mention anything like that. But her restlessness reminds me far too much of the births of my children. I wonder..." I looked at him expectantly, watching him frown and tap his index finger against his chin. But he did not give me an answer.

"You are wondering what?" I growled at him more harshly than I had planned. "I am sorry. I just do not know what to do." A sigh escaped my lips. Did all men felt this helpless when becoming a father?

"The first thing you have to do is to trust Stella. This is her second pregnancy and as level-headed as she is, she will handle it easily. Your main job, I am sorry to be the one to deliver this message, will be limited to not getting on her nerves." He paused for a moment and shook his head with a grin. "If Lucia had had a gun when our son was born, she would have killed me."

"I cannot imagine that with your wife," I laughed softly. Lucia may have been a hot-blooded Italian, but she loved her husband as idolatrous as he loved her.

"Trust me on this one. I made the mistake of constantly stroking her hair and talking to her during labor. So just to be on the safe side, ask Stella how you should behave. Otherwise, you are sure to get a bullet between the ribs. But you are already used to that if I remember correctly." His grin grew wider.

"Very funny," I grumbled, not getting rid of the feeling that he was about to advise me something else.

"As tense as you are, I'd know a remedy," he flailed, avoiding my questioning gaze. What was so hard about saying it? He usually blurted everything out. Why not today?

"Now spit it out," I growled irritably. Was he afraid that I would tear his head off for his suggestion?

"You should grab Stella and fuck her properly." He backed away from me a little, then continued with his thought when I made no move to grab him by his collar. "With any luck, that will get the birth going too. Lucia swears by it." I stroked my chin thoughtfully. The idea did not sound bad. And if it did not work, at least I had a little distraction.

"Bene! Find my wife and send her to me." I had nothing against some sex right now. Provided Stella was into it as well.

"Little tip. Put something under her in case it gets too wet." Giovanni literally fled from my office after these words, leaving me behind frowning. Wet? I pondered for a moment what he meant by that. If the water broke? That was typical of him again. Fucking until he dropped, but with topics like menstruation or birth his pants full. Laughing to myself, I fetched the blanket from the couch and laid it down, covered, at the desk. Now I only had to hope that Stella would feel the same about this sort of distraction. I did not have to wait long.

"You wanted to see me?" My wonderful wife stopped leaning against the doorjamb, a little pale around the nose. One hand rubbed her bulging belly, which had sagged a good bit compared to the past few weeks. According to Sam, an unmistakable sign that the birth was imminent.

"Is he kicking you again?" I eyed her tense face, her lips pressed together into a thin line.

"No. Contractions since early this morning. Are still too far apart and too light, though. It is going to take time. There doesn't seem to be much of a hurry for your son."

"Lock the door, will you? I have an idea how we can get some movement." With a jerk, I swept the papers off the desk. Stella watched with widened eyes as I spread the blanket on the tabletop.

"Diavolo!" she gasped. She locked the door and joined me. Her hands disappeared under my shirt. She ran her fingernails along my back. I enjoyed the shiver it sent to my spine.

"Tigrotta!", I growled in her ear, my fingers finding the hem of her dress and pulling it up. I pressed my lips to hers, demanding entrance with my tongue. My erection pushed painfully against the fabric of my pants. With an animalistic growl, I tore her panties in two.

"Which one of us is the predator here," she gasped in my ear, digging her fingernails into my back muscles. I grabbed her hard by the waist and sat her on the desktop. Immediately she pressed her mouth on mine again while my hands kneaded her thighs. Her fingers wandered to my pants. Tugging impatiently, she undid my belt and trousers. I quickly stripped off the annoying garment and my boxers. Full of satisfaction I noticed her greedy look at my dick.

"Release me at last!" She slid forward on the tabletop, towards my cock, leaning back and propping herself up on her forearms. Immediately I pushed her dress up further, lightly stroking her breasts with one hand. With the thumb of the other I gently massaged her clitoris. Her soft moans sounded like music in my ears. My erection throbbed painfully. I pulled Stella a little closer. Carefully I pushed into her. The wet warmth almost robbed me of my mind. Only with effort I resisted the urge to take my wife as hard as possible, who lay whimpering with arousal in front of me.

"Faster," she gasped. I increased the pace, feeling my balls harden and a burning sensation move through my pelvis. I would not last long like this. But maybe the speed got the contractions going more. Her flesh squeezed my cock rhythmically, pushing me over the edge. Breathing heavily, I paused inside her. She gasped for air as a contraction hardened her belly. I put both hands on the big belly, massaging it from the top down.

"Don't do that," she growled at me. She clawed her fingernails into my arms. Her face reflected the pain from the contraction. Slowly, I pulled out of her, helping her sit up.

"I guess I will have to walk around without underwear then." Sullenly, she peered at the panties I had shredded.

"Let's go to the kitchen. You have not eaten enough so far today," I suggested. Her stomach growled in agreement. Grinning, I picked up my clothes from the floor and got dressed. Stella slid off the desk and wiped the cum running down her legs with the blanket. A little shakily, she walked to the door. I followed her and protectively put my arm around her. Before I left the office, I looked back at the piece of furniture that I had now misused just like my father and grandfather before me. Someday I would do it again.

"What do you want to eat?", I asked my wife when we arrived in the kitchen.

"Do we have any cornetti left?" Hopefully, she looked at me and I grinned. I should have guessed that. I searched the kitchen cabinets for the sweet pastry until I found it. A plate of five Italian croissants, waiting to be devoured by my sweet wife.

"Cazzo!", Stella suddenly cursed behind me, and I heard a splash. Rapidly I turned to her, saw her standing in a puddle. I pressed the plate into her hand and lifted her up. With her in my arms, I rushed to the infirmary. Soon I would be able to greet my son, mio figlio.