Sweet Stalker: Mafia Romance

Her eyes lock on mine as I open her jeans. Our mouths meet and I pull her lip, nipping it between my teeth.

I am determined. I will make this perfect for her. No matter how much pent-up need I’m feeling, I’ll hold it all back. My most vivid fantasies were never as electric as this.

Her hands fly all over my body, and she moans as I squeeze and kiss her breasts.

“Romeo!” she sighs as she squirms. “My Romeo.”

I’m going to learn her body, her wants, her pressure and pleasure points. Find what she needs and fill her with it. I’ll be the fastest study ever. I have an overpowering urge to make her mine completely.

I want to take her so she can only ever be mine. Wrap her up and protect her. Keep her safe. Give her babies. A whole damn life. Everything.

Her jeans are open and I want to unwrap her, but when my hand grazes over her lacy panties, I can’t pull it away. Not before I see how her eyes close when I press. See her tongue slip out and flick across her lips as I make slow circles.

First, I take in the feel of her soft mound. Her little moans and sighs guide me. Outside her panties, I trace the wet outlines of her swollen lips. I find where her hood hangs. She shakes as I slip a finger softly up and down her slit and feel the heat of her wet lips. I stop just below her clit.

Her tremors show me what she needs. I want to reach inside. Slip my fingers through her hot, wet, swollen skin. But I’m going to wait and make this last for her. I rub slowly, gently at first, sensing her currents. Finding her rhythms. Sure. Confident.

I love the sounds of her breath and her tiny vocal noises. But the scent of her is making me mad. Stoking my fire hotter, making me so painfully hard.

I lift her. Carry her to the big bed. Lay her down, spread her on the silk covers.

After I slip off her shoes, I pull down her jeans and slide her panties off, and I allow myself just a moment to adore and admire her.

“Fuck, you are beautiful.”

Her voice is thick. Drowsy. “So are you, Romeo.”

I pull up her knees and descend to taste the honey and lick the heat of her lips. My tongue slides around her folds, up into her channel. I trill the tip of my tongue over her clit and she jerks. I lap inside her and she moans as her back arches. When I flatten my tongue and slide it over her and into her, she clutches and claws at the sheets and at the sides of my head.

I keep her thighs up. Then I suck gently on her, nibbling around with my lips, and she whimpers, loud. I know I’m getting her there.

I suck rhythmically, flicking her with my tongue. She writhes and flashes her eyes at me.

She moans, “Fuck! Fuck!” Her voice dips. Her fists bunch and her feet shake. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

Her pelvis rocks and her juices flow. The taste of her honey makes me want her even more. With her in my mouth, I feel like a king of Vegas. A conqueror. Her stomach rolls and shakes. She grinds her pussy harder into my mouth.

Now I’ve got her. I know just how to press and move my lips, just where to squeeze with my tongue, exactly when to suck and how hard. I’ve got her. Her neck and chest are red. She breathes in short, hard gasps. Her arms and legs shake and clench. When her ass tightens and she moans, I pull her legs apart and drive my tongue deep inside her.

I get my reward as she clamps her shuddering thighs tight around my head, and she shouts as she gushes into my mouth.

After the shaking subsides, she sighs but she doesn’t let go of me for an instant.

I ask her, “Do you want champagne before the main course?”

“No! Fuck!” Her eyes roll. “Give it to me.” She spreads her thighs, giving me a fantastic view of her already wrecked and drenched pussy. “Come to me,” her hands beckon. “Please. Now, my Romeo. Fuck me now.”

Her eyes stretch wide as she stares at my cock. She spreads her legs further, opening them like the wings of a butterfly. I stretch myself across her, reaching up to take my weight on my hands.

She scrapes her nails over my body. Clutches at my ass, then slips her hands around my hips. She gasps as she takes hold of my cock.

Her eyes plead. “It’s too big, Romeo. That’s never going to fit.”

I kiss her. I have never in my life needed so much willpower to hold back. My thighs, my abs and my arms zing with vibration. I keep my voice level.