Chapter 15

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

He dug his fingers into the tops of my pants and pant legs and yanked them down. Once I had obediently removed my pants and flats, he knelt down before me, his gaze fixed on my genitalia.
For long seconds he did nothing but gaze. It was all I could do to keep from swaying my hips toward his lips in wanton invitation as I shuffled on my feet, but not out of fear.
His hot breath teased over my clit as he drew in closer. With little forethought, I parted my legs, longing for his contact. Towards the top of my clit, he put a gentle, sweet kiss.
“Beautiful.” His lips brushed against my skin, sending the phrase resonating through my body.
Again, I pleaded, “Please.”
He raised his eyes to meet mine and gave me a devilish smile. “What, you want me to kiss your gorgeous pussy, angel? ”
“Angel. ” It wasn’t the first time he’d addressed me that way. The more he praised me, the more intoxicated I became by the idea that he thought the world of me.
It was then that I licked my lips. True, I fancied having his lips on me, but there was something more I needed.
“Me, too. I need to see you.”
I took both of his arms and pulled him up to his feet. He let me control his every action since I knew I couldn’t physically coerce him into doing anything.
His small nod told me it was okay to examine his body the way he had investigated mine.
I carefully pulled the cotton fabric off his well-defined abs by dipping my fingers under the hem of his black, form-fitting shirt. His muscles shook and writhed at my touch, but he made no effort to speed me up.
After I had removed his shirt to expose his muscular chest, he hoisted it over his head to show off his chiseled midsection. I clung to his corded arms, enjoying the sensation of his toned muscles.
I reached down and ran my hands over his forearms, then moved on to his pants. When it was my turn to undo my trousers, I wasn’t quite as smooth as he had been. The power of my pent-up need was so great that my fingers shook.
He seemed unconcerned. He didn’t stir as I took his pants down, feeling his strong thighs. He removed his shoes at the toes and stepped out of his trousers, revealing just his boxers.
I was hesitant to speak out because I felt embarrassed. His erection was so big that it was pushing against the cloth. I wasn’t sure whether I had the courage to keep going; it was that scary.
“Nothing is required of you if you don’t want it to be. ” His voice cracked with effort but genuine depth.
When I looked up at him, his intense blue eyes captivated me. The tension in his jaw from keeping himself back clicked. He was suppressing his baser desires since he didn’t want to betray my confidence.
I felt more confident after learning that. Without taking my eyes off of him, I pulled his boxers down, exposing him totally.
He let me look up at him in awe for what seemed like minutes.
“Look at me,” it was an order.
He wasn’t giving me an instruction not to avoid eye contact, I realized.
One day, I found myself staring at his cock, and when I did, I stifled a squeal of delight. His thick erection was pushing toward me, and he was considerably larger than I had anticipated.
Stronger than any physical longing I’d ever felt was the want to make him happy. As I moved forward, my lips opened as I prepared to take him into my mouth.
His hands caught in my hair and yanked me back.
He snapped, “No.”
His denial drew my attention to him, and I was surprised. He justified himself before the ache of rejection could reach my heart.
That’s not where I want to stick my nose in. That won’t happen now.
Oh, I exhaled. That’s when I knew that wasn’t something I wanted, either. I wanted him to enter me, to expand and fill me, to bring about the deepest possible bond between us.
He reached down and lifted me up by my waist, as if I weighed nothing, using his muscular hands. He led me to the bed and climbed in next me, just as he had the night before. That he was able to hold me down with his powerful physique was a pleasure to me. It filled me with that peculiar mixture of strength and fragility, making me feel both little and exquisitely feminine.
To bring him closer, I stretched up and encircled him in my arms.
Taking a deep breath, he snarled. That noise wasn’t one of contentment.
I quickly withdrew my hand. “What’s the matter?”
There was a definite shake in his head. “It’s nothing. I was punched in the ribs earlier, but I’m completely OK now. “He grinned at me in an odd way. “You’re a major diversion.”
“I don’t want to harm you”
He turned his head toward me in thought. Then his eyes changed in a manner I didn’t recognize, becoming much darker.
When he said, “Cross your arms across your chest,” it meant to be done literally.
I didn’t even consider objecting, so I went through with it.
“Good girl. It’s best if they stay put. Never mind what I do to you, just keep them. ”
“What are you going to do to me?” I was more curious than alarmed by his order, so I inquired.
He lowered his head till his teeth brushed against the outer ear canal.
“I’m going to torture you. Make you plead and shout my name.” He nibbled at my earlobe softly with his mouth. ” I think you’d like it, angel. Spill the beans! ”
His language was far more weighty than common slang for profanity. He couldn’t keep playing without my OK. And I’d never felt so hot and wet for a guy before, even though I’d never done anything even somewhat kinky.
The answer was a hushed “yes” from me. ” I need it. Nicola, I need you. ”
The sound wave of his snarl of fierce appreciation vibrated against my neck, setting up a flurry of activity in my hypersensitive nervous system. When he came close, I shuddered and cocked my head to one side, letting him see my neck.