16
Mia
We kissed by the water’s edge. Thinking about it almost makes it seem like we were ordinary people, on an ordinary date. It quickly tilted back to the reality of our lives, however, when he was called away again in the afternoon. It seems he can’t escape his responsibility any more than I can escape this house or this lust.
In my room, I lie awake in bed, remembering every moment of the day. Our little garden date was a lot more than I expected when he asked me to walk with him this morning. I didn’t think we’d end up getting to know each other on such a personal level, but now that we have, I’m cherishing the memory. I don’t know how long it will last, I don’t know what the future holds, but I know that Antonio has me suddenly head over heels. As in, looking at his strong jawline, his green eyes, that sexy fucking scar across his eyebrow all turns me on. It all gives me this warm feeling of excitement deep in my belly, and I just want to pin him down and feel him against me. Everywhere, skin to skin.
We talked about platonic shit today, but my brain deceived me with constant reminders of how sexy he is. Of how he tilts his lips when he smiles, how he watches me with such intensity it makes me so hot I want to rip my clothes off right then and there. It’s crazy, isn’t it? All those times I had a nice guy showing me his interest, yet none of them ever looked at me the way Antonio did. Not by a long shot.
I don’t know when I’ll see him again, but I’ve decided that I’ll give him what he wants, what I want. I’m so ready for it, I can feel my body yearning to be touched. There’s a rumbling of empowerment within me, knowing what I want, erupting up and out from my stomach, and telling me that I can do it. I can release that inner darkness, that need I have for the villain in my life story to devour me whole. Last night proved it to me: that being in the clutches of a snarky, ruthless mafia man is utterly terrifying, but the most sensational feeling I’ve ever been able to imagine. I know now that I can let myself go with him; Antonio won’t care, he won’t judge, and he definitely won’t refuse it again.
Now, he’s knocking on my door, only waiting a second before quietly letting himself in. The house seems quiet and dark beyond the door, telling me that everyone else is in bed just as I am.
“Antonio?” I ask, sitting up and feeling the covers fall from my body, exposing the silky black cami I was given as sleepwear. The moonlight washes over the bed as it does every night around this time, allowing him to see me, and I see him appear beside the bed.
“Mia,” He touches a finger to my cheek, brushing my wild hair behind my ear. “May I join you?”
So, it’s time. Finally! I feel like I want to burst out of my own restrictive clothes already. Once I’d made the decision to give myself to him, it’s like I was counting the minutes. Before he arrived, I’d been laying here, watching the sky change while I wondered when the fuck I was going to get my chance to be alone with Antonio again. Well, here it is.
I slowly flip open the covers, exposing my body while welcoming him into my bed. I can see his eyes scraping down over my skin, watching the way my heavy breasts push at the seams of the cami, and noticing the panties I’m wearing, made only of black lace. He starts to unbutton his shirt and I push myself up onto my knees, to stand before him and help, to show him that I’m ready. When I reach for the buttons, he drops his hands down to my hips, and his head down to my neck. As he drops kisses along my shoulder and up my neck, he murmurs his need for me.
“I’ve wanted this since the first time I saw you, il mio agnellino.”
His hands explore me, sliding over my hips and onto my ass.
“This heavenly body of yours captivated me, and I need to make it mine.”
His voice rumbles in his chest, and I can feel the vibrations spatter across my skin as he speaks the words close to my neck. I pop the last button of his shirt loose and reach for his belt, but he stops me and steps back.
A shiver creeps down my spine as a result of the shock I get when he removes a handgun from the back of his belt. It’s sexy, and I relish the feeling of fear mixed with arousal running through my veins now. I sink down onto my feet, waiting for him eagerly but also enjoying the show with my hands on my thighs, frozen in place. He doesn’t do it on purpose, but he reminds me of the danger he lives in, the danger that surrounds me every single day I stay here. It causes me to hold my breath. To savor the energy surging through me as he places the gun on the table then takes off his pants and stands before me like a God. I gaze over him, over his rippling muscles, and puffed out pecs, bouncing slightly with each flex of his muscles while he moves. His black boxer briefs are barely able to contain his enlarged shaft of a dick that’s dying to be let loose, looking like he has another gun stuffed in there, just in case.
This time, fear really does encompass me. Fuck! It’s too big! It’s going to hurt, I just know it! Antonio moves closer now, watching me, watching him. Without waiting another second, he reaches forward and grabs my face with one hand, roughly pressing his lips to mine, and I let out a helpless moan. Hungrily, I open my mouth, feeling his tongue connect with mine, swirling and pulling back out to turn his head to the other side, before delving back in. Our kiss is desperate, expressing our immense need for one another. He climbs onto the bed and pulls my body on top of him, not letting my mouth go. His body is thick and muscular beneath me. It’s new territory for me, and I slide my legs around his, pulling them up to straddle him. Sitting up and looking down at him, I can suddenly feel the stiff ridge of his dick, right where I need it, teasing me through the constraints of our underwear. He licks his lips, gripping my thighs as he lets me decide what to do next.
Feeling confident with a fiery heat building at my center, I start to run my hands over his body, memorizing every inch, every dip and swell of his muscles. Biting my lip, the urge to have him completely rises and I pull the black cami over my head. Immediately Antonio releases his breath in a whoosh and cups my breasts with both hands.
“Jesus, Mia. These tits.”
“Yeah?” I pry. With no experience, no comparison to make, I want to know everything he’s thinking. “What about them?”
He reaches his head up, leaning on his elbow, and licks my nipple.
“Ah!” I breathe out, not expecting such a trivial move to cause such desire in me.
“They’re so big, so heavy.” His hand squeezes and his tongue swirls around my nipple. “And so, fucking, juicy.”
My hands delve into his hair, holding his head to my chest as I let my own head fall back. Almost subconsciously, I start to move my hips. Matching the rhythm of his kneading and sucking, I rub myself back and forth over his dick, hearing my own breathing deepen and pick up the pace. I let him kiss, suck, and nibble my nipples, all the while he’s playing with the opposite one, kneading and pinching the sensitive knob until it’s painful. Painfully delicious. These sensations are new to me, and I eventually stop him to hold his face between my palms.
“Antonio. I want you.” My words are breathless, portraying my desperation.
“Fuck,” he replies, and pushes himself up against me, pulling my body down against himself greedily. “Then I’ll give you exactly what you want, Mia.”
He flips us over in such a quick movement that I’m surprised to find myself on my back, Antonio between my legs, pinning me down and kissing me with fever. Small moans escape my mouth while his hand runs over my body, caressing my hip, my thigh, my ass. Suddenly he’s gone, and I open my eyes to see him on his knees, looking down at me darkly as he pulls his boxer briefs over his long dick and down his legs. The sight of his manhood is a shock to my system, bouncing in front of him as he pulls the underwear over his feet behind him. It’s thick and veiny. The head is shiny and swollen, releasing a little droplet of moisture right at the top. Next, he hooks his fingers into my panties and rips them off, pulling my legs up into the air and a releasing giggle from me. I see a sly smile lift the corner of his mouth and feel a dark blush creep up my cheeks as I lie naked in front of him.
His hand travels up my thigh and his thumb swipes my clit.
“Ah!” So much more sensitive than I thought, it sends a jolt through my whole body. I’m lying with my arms above my head, giving him full control over my body. He pushes my legs further apart and seems to inspect my pussy, opening the folds with his fingers, sliding his thumb up and down, adding more pressure as he goes. He turns his hand over and pushes his middle finger deep inside of me, slowly, opening me up inch by inch. I push my head back, grip the sheet in my hands and moan with each fresh sensation.
“Yes, Antonio,” I say when he hooks his middle finger inside of me, creating a pulsating feeling deep within. He adds a second finger, pumping and hooking, using his thumb to massage my clit. A tinge of fear pops into my mind, that he might stop just when I need it the most—like last night—but no such dilemma arises because quickly he’s got me panting, jerking, groaning for more. Not stopping, he moves over me, leaning on his elbow next to my head and kissing me without holding back. With that added sensation, I lose my shit for the first time.