No Going Back

2.

Antonio

I woke up to find Samara wrapped around me in the loft above my bar. As I tried to get up, she snorted and tightened her grip, snuggling deeper into me. Her arms held me in a firm embrace, making it hard to move without disturbing her.

I rolled my eyes and gently pulled her hands off me, creating some distance between us. I told her she was welcome to sleep, but made it clear that snuggling or cuddling wasn't an option. I only shared that kind of intimacy shit with one person - my wife.

She groaned sleepily and wrapped her arms around me again, pulling herself closer. I snapped, pushing her away more forcefully than I intended. She fell back onto the floor beside the bed, her eyes wide with surprise and frustration. "Antonio!" she shrieked, her voice echoing through the loft.

"I told you not to snuggle up to me," I reminded her, my tone firm. She glared at me, rubbing her sore backside as she stood up, expressing her anger and poutiness. Her eyes flashed with irritation, but she said nothing.

I let my eyes drift up and down her body, Samara was undeniably stunning, with curves that could stop traffic. Her firm, full breasts and round, tight ass were exactly the kind of physique I'd always been drawn to and wanted in the women under me.

But Floria was petite, unlike Samara's more voluptuous figure. She had average-sized breasts and a slender body, with a flat stomach and butt that refused to yield to her efforts to tone them. I had hoped that pregnancy would bring the curves I desired, but it seemed that only her stomach had responded, growing like an octopus's head, while the rest of her body remained stubbornly unchanged.

I slid out of bed and headed to the attached bathroom, turning on the cold shower to shake off the lingering tension. But before I could step in, Samara slipped inside and wrapped her arms around me from behind, her body pressed against mine, her hands travelling down to my hardening shaft.

"I thought you'd like a refreshing morning without any stress," she purred, her breath warm against my skin as she straddles me from behind, grinding onto me. I groaned, feeling the frustration and the undeniable desire rise.

I grabbed the condom, rolled it on and gave in to my desires and we ended up together twice in the shower, the warm water cascading down our bodies as we moved in sync.

Afterwards, we cleaned and rinsed off, stepping out of the shower at around nine in the morning. The sounds of construction and chatter from the workers building the outdoor bar area filled the air.

"Hey Boss, how about we start on the gazebo bar counter first?" Calum asked..

I nodded, grateful for the distraction, and began to explain the details on my way downstairs to join the construction crew. Samara followed closely behind.

"Yeah, just make sure it comes up exactly like the design my wife gave you," I said, wincing slightly as I rubbed my temples with my fists, trying to ward off the lingering effects of last night's party.

The music had been blasting, and Samara and I had ended up drinking way too much after our intense physical encounters. My head was still throbbing from all the alcohol.

"We could still change the gazebo, Nio, don't you think a modern design will attract more customers?" Samara suggested, her voice laced with a hint of innocence. I turned to her, my expression stern, my eyes narrowing slightly.

"No! This is the design my wife put her heart and soul into, and I'm not altering a single thing," I stated firmly, my jaw set in determination. Samara's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance, but she knew better than to push the issue further. She nodded curtly and turned back to Calum, who was watching the exchange with interest.