Chapter 103

The sweet kiss between the couple turned passionate and rough. Lorenzo's hand went around Angelina's waist and clutched the little fat on her belly making it jiggle with a slap.

Angelina moaned in her voice and bite his lower lip “We don't want little Luca to see his mother fucked by his father, now do we baby girl? " asked Lorenzo and placed rough kisses on her shoulder blade marking Angelina's arched neck give him more access.

Showing urgency Lorenzo tore the shirt she was wearing and threw her on the bed. Her boobs jiggled with the push and she gasped.

“fuck baby girl that was hot," Lorenzo said and unbuttoned his pants. Discarding every piece of clothing on their body, Lorenzo pushed his hardness into her wet channel which easily slipped through because of her juices.

Lorenzo put her bud in his mouth and sucked it with a long lick. Milk dropped and gushed out of her bosom and without wasting a second Lorenzo slurped on her and thrust her hard.

“your milk tastes so sweet baby girl, can't get enough of it". Lorenzo voiced it in his husky tone.

He fucked her in every position and then Lorenzo cleaned her while Angelina was drawing circles on his bare muscular chest.

The soft glow of candlelight danced across the spacious room, casting a warm ambiance that enveloped Angelina and Lorenzo in a cocoon of intimacy. The afterglow of their lovemaking lingered in the air, and as they lay intertwined, Angelina's fingers traced lazy patterns across Lorenzo's chest.

Angelina, her dark hair cascading around her shoulders, propped herself up on one elbow and looked deeply into Lorenzo's eyes. "Lorenzo," she began, her voice a gentle melody, "Luca's first birthday is approaching. I want it to be a special celebration, just the three of us."

Lorenzo's eyes met hers, a tender smile playing on his lips. "Angelina, my love, you know I'd give you the world if I could. What do you have in mind for Luca's birthday?"

"I was thinking," Angelina said, her gaze thoughtful, "of a quiet celebration in your mansion. I don't want a grand affair, just the warmth of our little family. It'll be a day filled with love and cherished moments."

Lorenzo nodded, his fingers gently caressing her cheek. "I couldn't agree more. Our family is the most precious thing in my life, and celebrating Luca's first year should be an intimate affair."

Angelina's eyes sparkled with affection. "I was envisioning a small gathering in the garden, surrounded by flowers and soft music. A simple, elegant cake for Luca to smash, and maybe a few close friends or family members."

Lorenzo traced circles on her back, a thoughtful expression on his face. "It sounds perfect, Angelina. We'll keep it intimate, with those who truly matter. I'll make sure the mansion is adorned with the most beautiful flowers, and our garden will be a haven for our little celebration."

As they spoke, the details of Luca's first birthday celebration took shape, a shared vision between two hearts bound by love. The room echoed with their laughter and tender words, creating a memory that would be etched into the fabric of their lives.

"I want this day to be filled with joy and laughter," Angelina said, her eyes reflecting the love she felt for both Lorenzo and Luca. "A day we'll look back on and cherish forever."

Lorenzo pulled her closer, their lips meeting in a sweet, lingering kiss. "It will be, my love. Luca is blessed to have you as his mother, and I am blessed to have you by my side. Our family is a beacon of love, and this celebration will be a testament to that."

And so, in the quiet embrace of their shared dreams and whispered promises, Angelina and Lorenzo continued to plan a celebration that would mark the beginning of a lifetime of memories for their little family.

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silvery glow through the curtains of Lorenzo's luxurious bedroom. Angelina, exhausted from their conversation about Luca's upcoming birthday celebration and lovemaking, had drifted into a peaceful sleep. Lorenzo, sitting on the edge of the bed, couldn't help but admire the serene beauty of his slumbering love.

As he gazed at Angelina's peaceful expression, a sudden cry pierced the quietude. Luca, in the nearby crib, stirred from his dreams, announcing his desire for attention. Lorenzo's eyes widened briefly, and with a gentle touch, he caressed Angelina's cheek before carefully slipping out of bed.

Silently padding across the room, Lorenzo reached the crib, where Luca's tiny form squirmed amidst soft blankets. The baby's cries softened when he caught sight of his father, recognition sparking in his innocent eyes.

"Hey there, my little prince," Lorenzo cooed, lifting Luca into his arms. "What's the matter, hmm?"

Luca, still in the realm between wakefulness and sleep, blinked up at his father. Lorenzo chuckled softly, holding Luca close. "Did you have a bad dream, little one? Papa is here, always here."

With Luca in his arms, Lorenzo made his way to the changing table, skillfully maneuvering to get the essentials for a quick diaper change. Luca's eyes widened as he felt the cool air against his skin, a series of adorable gurgles escaping his tiny lips.

"There we go, my boy," Lorenzo murmured, fastening the fresh diaper with practiced ease. "All clean and cozy again."

Luca, seemingly satisfied with the attention, reached out a tiny hand towards Lorenzo's face, his fingers wrapping around his father's thumb. Lorenzo smiled down at his son, an overwhelming warmth flooding his heart.

"You've got a strong grip there, Luca," Lorenzo teased, his deep voice filled with affection. "Just like your mother. You're going to be quite the handful, aren't you?"

Luca responded with a series of baby babble as if sharing his own thoughts on the matter. Lorenzo chuckled, a sound that echoed through the room like a soothing lullaby.

"Let's not wake Mama, alright?" Lorenzo whispered, cradling Luca against his chest. "She needs her rest. We'll have our little father-son time."

And so, in the hushed stillness of the night, father and son shared a quiet moment. Luca, nestled in Lorenzo's protective embrace, drifted back into a contented slumber, and Lorenzo continued to watch over them both, grateful for the precious moments that defined the rhythm of their family's love.