“Mmm . . .” I let my head tilt back as his kisses move to my ear, his tongue licking the outside before circling inside, and chills run up my spine.
He continues down to meet the nipple, chilled from the cool air in the room but the heat between us is short of nuclear fusion.
He teases my nipple with his tongue, circling it before taking it into his warm mouth. My back arches, his tenderness taking me by surprise as I run my fingers through his hair.
He picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and walks me backwards to the bed where he lays me down gently. I touch myself and watch him undress, shucking his clothes in record time.
He joins me in bed and picks up where he left off, his kisses making my skin tingle as he works his way down to my clit. He massages it causing me to raise my hips to meet him, to get more of him. His touch is gentle, circulating around my entrance, teasing me, exciting me with one hand while the other is still on my nipple, gently rubbing it and giving it a slight pinch.
I moan, it’s been so long since I allowed myself to be vulnerable with a man, let alone a man I swore I’d never love. An enemy of my family, a man who works for a syndicated family.
I want to protect myself, but the fire of desire races through my veins. I’m addicted to him. I want more as the pressure of his tongue on my nub is building, I begin to sweat smalls beads of perspiration on my neck and I’m close to coming but I don’t want to come this way.
I rake my nails across his taut shoulders and down his arms. With the slight amount of space between us, I start at the bottom of his abs and dig my nails into his skin as I rake my fingers up. A moan escapes from his throat before he raises himself over me.
Our eyes meet, our lips devour each other with urgency as he grabs me around the waist and rolls onto his back with me on top. I grab his huge, hard cock with a slight curve between my hands, and rub it around my opening, covering him with my juices as I do so.
I can’t hold off any longer. I must have him. I slide his beautiful cock inside me, tightening my muscles around him, making his entrance into me a bit painful but giving us a taste of togetherness in only the way lovers can truly fulfill each other. Ecstasy overcomes us as I lean backwards, dragging my fingers down his chest and slowly move my hips, getting a feel for our rhythm. His eyes widen and his breathing quickens as he watches me move.
Grinding my hips into his, the excitement builds as he plays with my nipples. Every time I move forward, his palms touch them softly and when I move backwards, they barely touch creating a heightened level of anticipation. Between the fire ripping so deliciously through me and the thrill of an orgasm pulling at me, I’m suspended between two worlds, and I don’t want this moment to ever end.
18
Sal
Giving up control in bed is the only time I give up control. But I have to hide it. I enjoy watching her face contort with ecstasy before her head falls back and a moan escapes her lips.
She’s on the brink of her orgasm and I let her ride my hard cock for as long as she wants. She leans forward, her hungry eyes searching mine before she kisses me passionately on the lips.
The sex is different this time.
It’s not angry sex, it’s not revenge. We’re meeting each other as equals, giving and taking of each other’s bodies and hearts within the confines of an intimacy I’ve never experienced. I’m married to thefamiglia, but it’s the furthest thing from my mind right now.
I’ll enjoy this and repent at leisure. It seems to be the way of our cursed life.
My cock pulsates inside her tight walls. When she moves, I feel her muscles squeezing my cock and watch her body shudder, knowing she’s on the brink of one of her loud and multiple orgasms.
I run my fingers down her back, feeling beads of perspiration building up. Even though we’ve only been intimate twice, I know she’s going to explode so I squeeze her nipples the way she likes, adding the extra pressure to stimulate them so she comes harder.
“OH,” she exclaims, and I stop squeezing to grab both breasts so I can rub the tip of her pert, erect nipples with my thumbs. She explodes, coming loud as she yells, “Ahhhhh!” and “Ohhhhhh!” for what seems like minutes as she has one climax after another.
Her muscles constrict around me so tightly that she stifles my own orgasm. I don’t mind delaying my pleasure because the excitement will build again, and I will come even harder later.
My cock is drenched in her come and it pleases me that she can feel that much passion. She told me she’s never been with a made man before. If she’s violating her steadfast rules to be with me, does this mean she’s changed her mind on that?
She slumps onto my chest, her arms and body wrung out from the intensity of her orgasm. After two hours of very physical love making, we’re weak from the exertion. But it’s not over.
In one swift move, I flip her under me, and she relaxes, relinquishing control which surprises me. I glide in and out of her, slowly at first, milking the sensations.
Raising one of her legs over my shoulder, I can dive deeper into her. I wish it was her heart that I could dive into, but I don’t know if she’s ready for an emotional commitment. My huge cock fills her up and I have a feeling she’s going to be sore tomorrow.
I hold her hair so she can’t move and lean down, devouring her mouth with mine as I pound into her, taking long hard strokes. My desire builds to the breaking point, but I hold back. I enjoy the control I have over her and I’m not willing to give it up. Or am I lying to myself? Can I control her?
One thing is certain, I’m not cutting myself short when the pleasure leaves my lips in a soft moan I can’t contain, nor the incredible feelings that are welling up in my chest. Feelings I never allowed myself to experience or take hold. Feelings for her I was able to ignore until she left. Then I realized my world isn’t the same without her.
How can that be? She wanted to kill me. She’s the daughter of my enemy. She could kill me just like I could kill her. I think they call that mutually assured destruction. What would happen if we came to blows over a difference of opinions? Have a war with knives?
I’m in love with Francesca. She’s cracked my resolve to never fall in love and won my dark heart, making me feel things I’ve never felt before.