Ria looked up as the bed sank slightly and Philippe lowered his heavy weight beside her. She smiled sleepily, wrapping her arms around the man she loved as he nuzzled her neck, burying his face in her golden hair, inhaling deeply of her sweet, fruity hair. He loved this woman in his arms, he thought fervently as he gathered her in his large tattooed arms, holding her to his body and meeting her lips as she tilted her head to his, welcoming him.
‘Baby,’ he breathed and she moaned as he trailed his hand down her body, feeling the curves, the slopes of her lissom body, the rounded breasts and the legs, parting eagerly as he moved to her neatly trimmed mound.
“Argh…’ he groaned as he lowered her gently and rolled over onto her, his hand feverishly working on his zipper, waiting to take out the thick hard length that was throbbing with need.
She was already taking off her t-shirt and he felt his balls tighten as he saw her body in the dim light of the night lamp, tempting, tantalising him.
She wound her arms around him, tugging his body, hard and muscular, to hers , lifting her hips in her eagerness to have him in her and he thrust himself in, unable to control himself, his eyes narrowed, the hard planes of his face with the long scar making him look menacing. He could not think of anything but the overwhelming need to thrust into her, to shove his manhood deep into her wet sex, to …
And then all coherent thought flew out the window as he rammed into her, his large hands capturing her wrists, holding her to the bed, captive.
She thrashed wildly, loving the fierce possession of her man as he rode her, taking her to heights of pleasure that she had never dreamt of.
Later, when they lay , still with their damp bodies clinging to each other, he nuzzled her hair as he growled hoarsely,
‘ Baby… I want you to be mine forever.’
She grinned and looked at him quizzically, reminding him of her formidable father, the Mafia Don. But when she spoke, she sounded slightly breathless, laughing as she purred,
‘My Capo, what do you think we were doing just now?’
He pretended to be annoyed at her sassy reply and rolled over again on top of her, his mouth seeking her rose tinged nipples that were peaked and hard. He bit and tugged at one gently as she squirmed and whimpered, her hands on his broad back, scratching, clawing as she began to feel the need to have him in her again.
Laughing, he rolled onto his back, taking her with him and slapped her bottom lightly as he growled in mock annoyance, ‘My greedy little woman. ‘
She giggled as she sat, straddled on him, feeling his member hardening, rubbing against her and she felt her breath quickening again with desire.
She loved this man hopelessly, she thought as he looked at him, her grey-blue eyes shining with her love.
But when Philippe spoke, his voice was serious and she stiffened.
‘Baby, Ria…’ And then, his face flushing slightly, he went on, stumbling a little over the words, uncertainty in his tone as he said,
‘Ria, will you …marry me?’
She sat, her mouth falling open in shock, her body still stark naked but totally unaware of the incongruous figure she cut as she stared at Philippe. There was an uncertain look in his eyes, a look that seemed to say that he was already regretting having asked.
‘Baby,’ he began as he felt that he had jumped the gun. No, she was not prepared and surely, she might want more time, he thought, he had been too hasty, she was so young…
His large hands on her waist tightened as he went on,
‘Baby, forget I asked…I mean…’
Ria leaned down, taking his face between her hands as she spoke her voice husky with love,
‘Philippe, I love you. YES!!!!” she squealed as he held her to him, in a deep kiss, holding her to him, claiming her and she felt the wetness on her cheeks and the answering softness in his mouth as he growled, uncertainly,
‘Baby…why are you crying?’ the alarm in his voice made her giggle and she rested her head on his chest, lying on his as she chuckled and spoke between her tears and her laughter,
‘You dumb lummox!’
And then they were kissing again, sealing their love firmly.
Later as she lay, snuggled to his big body, her body warm, cosseted, and safe, she murmured sleepily,
‘You need to ask Pappa.’
He sighed. That made him go cold with dread.
She bit his flat nipple gently, causing his limp c*ck to rise lazily.
He sighed and she went on, raising herself on an elbow as she said firmly, her mouth swollen and softly inviting him to kiss her again,
‘But no kids! ‘ And seeing the alarm in his eyes, she went on with a giggle, as she snuggled back beside him,
‘You big dumb man. I meant I do not want to be like my Mumma and have kids as she did; she was just eighteen when Pappa got her pregnant.’
Ria sighed as she thought of her mother; it had not been easy for Proserpina. And the initial years, when the Don was trying to decide if he wanted her as his or not, must have devastated her!
She could remember days when her mother used to sit, weeping softly, head bowed, the days when her Pappa had been cruel, had left them at the house, alone, with an army of servants, as he worked his way through his wh*res.
She scowled. No, she would never place herself at the mercy of any man.
Not even her beloved Capo.
Biting her lip pensively, she lay on Philippe’s chest, a faraway look in her eyes.
But Philippe was thinking of something entirely different.
He grunted but the image of Ria waddling about with his children in her belly made his balls tighten painfully with desire. With a low growl, he rolled on top of her as she squealed and then there was just the sound of their heated lovemaking.