Chapter 8

Book:Falling For The Mafia Published:2024-6-2

I was curious to check out the way she chose to decorate her room-to understand her personality better. But in that moment, I was far more curious to learn other things about her. Like the sounds she’d make when I kissed her neck and caressed her breasts.
I leaned in to take her lips again, but she pulled back slightly. In the dim lighting that illuminated the bedroom through the shades, I could see that she’d lowered her lashes in shyness.
“I, um, I don’t want to have sex. Not tonight,” she said quietly. “I don’t want to give you the wrong impression.”
I wasn’t surprised by it at all, despite the fact that hearing it made my balls hurt like hell. It turned out that my assumption that Emily was a virgin was correct. She was not the type to invite a total stranger into her home and have sexual relations with him. I’d never come across a woman who wasn’t eager to get into bed with me, and I never expected to. My fascination with her only increased as a result of the chase and the challenge.
I lifted her face to mine and curled two fingers underneath her chin.
I concurred and said, “No sex.”
” I wouldn’t have expected anything more than a quick peck on the cheek before bed. I am grateful that you have placed your faith in me and allowed me to join you. ”
I quickly took another picture of her lips before her timidity could return. Her little groan caused my cock to quiver, and I like the way the small sound vibrated on my tongue as I stroked into her mouth as she was moaning. Never letting go of her, I proceeded toward the silhouette of her bed in the shadows and assisted her in rolling over onto her back. I shifted my weight so that it was directly over hers, yearning to feel her frail body pressed up against mine.
I could tell by the momentary stiffening of her body that she was probably feeling dominated or constrained.
Once again, my cock twitched, but I managed to draw my lips away from hers in order to comfort her.
I made a commitment to her that “I am not going to do anything that you are not comfortable with.” “All you have to do is speak the word if you want me to stop or even leave. ”
I wanted to have power over her and to have her grovel and mutter my name in submission. However, I would never violate a woman who did not want to be violated, and I would never expose Emily to the worse dreams that I have.
She indicated that she wanted me to continue by licking her soft lips and giving me a little nod before continuing.
Without giving it any thought, I said, “Good girl.” It seemed appropriate to praise her in this manner, to direct and urge her to let the more sensuous aspect of herself out, and it felt good to do so.
I moved in close and kissed her on the neck in that little hollow that lies just below her ear. She heaved a sigh and shook her head. I delighted in licking her delicate skin, savoring her delicious taste and taking pleasure in each gasping breath that she took.
She leaned forward until her breasts were pressed on my chest, and her sharp fingernails were biting into the back of my neck. She then arched up into me. She coaxed me into closer proximity while subtly pleading for more.
I let out a roar and then bit her on the shoulder. She cried out in a hushed voice. In spite of the yearning that was evoked by the music, I restrained myself. I tried to leave a mark on her with my teeth, but I was unable to. I wouldn’t want my bite to leave a mark on the flawless smoothness of her skin.
I couldn’t wait to feel all of her curves, so I reached in between us and caressed one of her breasts. I could feel her bare nipple through her clothing, which led me to the conclusion that she wasn’t even wearing a bra. I let out a low sigh into her lips, savoring the curves and softness of her voluptuous body. Her groan blended in with the sound of pleasure I was experiencing, and she pressed her chest against mine.
I did that kind of play with her for a considerable amount of time, knowing her body and the pleasurable cues she gave out. While I tormented her and tasted her, she writhed and groaned under me and clung to me for dear life as I did so. I was curious about all there was to know about her. If I were to touch her in that area, I was curious to find out how warm and velvety smooth her pussy would feel. I was able to almost smell her yearning, and I could tell that she was both moist and receptive.
Not tonight, I vowed to myself, not tonight. I’d given her my word that there wouldn’t be any sexual pressure from me. I would live up to the faith that she had placed in me.
“Please,” she pleaded with a grunt in her throat. “Please, Nicola.” She was looking for stimulation, so she rubbed her hips on my thigh.
The way in which her raspy voice caressed my name as she pleaded with me to touch her was enough to break some of my willpower.