Fragile Longing

I wanted him to do more than just stare. I needed more. I wiggled my ass in invitation. Danilo chuckled, then startled me by biting into my ass cheek. “You disobeyed me once today. Don’t make me angry again.”

If he’d stop being so damn sexy when he was angry, it would be easier. I angled my head so I could look down my body and see Danilo behind me. His pants fell to the floor and his muscular legs came into view. Would he slam into me right away? My core clenched at the idea of his cock inside of me. While his anger had scared me off in the past, it now turned me on.

I wanted his mouth on me, but I was also eager for his cock. Danilo palmed my ass and opened me up. He breathed out sharply, then got down on his knees behind me. I couldn’t see his face, but then his tongue was there between my ass cheeks, lightly teasing at first, then firmer. He seemed to awaken new nerve-endings I didn’t know existed. His tongue traced me almost lazily, and despite the initial surprise, my body went into overdrive. I tried to push closer to his mouth for more, but his strong hands kept my ass cheeks in their hold, keeping me in place as Danilo feasted on me.

Despite how good this felt, I needed friction on my clit. I wanted to come. My arms were sluggish and heavy, but I began to move one down to touch myself.

“No,” he ordered.

“I need to touch myself.”

“No,” he said again followed by a swirl of his tongue over my crack. I bit my lip, feeling wetness trickle out of me and down my inner thigh. Danilo eased back and then his face came into view, his stubbled, manly chin. His tongue darted out and he licked up the trail of my lust for him, but he stopped before he reached my pussy.

“Danilo, please touch my clit,” I whispered. It was the first time I’d uttered the word, but I wasn’t embarrassed. I was horny and needed to feel his mouth and fingers on my clit.

Danilo lazily licked my inner thigh. I watched his mouth and tongue almost mesmerized and also a bit despairing because they weren’t where I needed them.

Then finally, when I was sure I’d lose my mind, he slid his tongue between my pussy lips, stroking, tasting. I gasped into the pillow, my eyes squeezing shut briefly from the sensation of Danilo circling my clit. He nudged my thighs further apart before he pushed his tongue into me, fucking me with it slowly.

I came with a harsh cry, my nails digging into the mattress, my butt pressing against Danilo’s face. Then his mouth and tongue were gone, and his hands clamped down on my hips. He slid his tip along my slit, picking up my wetness. He groaned low in his throat. I pushed up on my elbows and threw him a teasing smile over my shoulder. “Feels good?”

He smirked. “Feels like paradise. But I know what’ll feel even better.”

“Wha—”

I cried out as Danilo slammed into me. Pleasure radiated from my core to every nerve-ending in my body.

“Feels good?” Danilo asked with a chuckle.

“Like paradise,” I got out.

“It does.” He pulled almost all the way out, only to slam back into me. I lowered my head back down on the pillow, my fingers clutching the pillow as I moaned into the pillow.

Danilo pounded into me hard and fast. One of his hands held me by the hip, the other cupped my neck. He wasn’t holding me in place, but the mere touch of his strong palm on my neck turned me on. I whimpered with every thrust.

I couldn’t hold it back any longer.

“Yes, come for me, gorgeous,” Danilo rasped. His fingers found my clit and flicked it, and I exploded with an ear-splitting cry. Danilo followed me with a groan, his movements becoming jerky and uncoordinated until he finally stopped. His fingers stroked my neck gently, then traveled over my scalp. He placed a soft kiss on my shoulder. I lifted my head, even though it felt like lead, and turned it to the side. Our lips met for a sated kiss before Danilo pulled out of me. I moaned softly again, still sensitive. I dropped to my side, exhausted and satisfied. Danilo stretched out behind me and pulled me against him, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist. “I’ll protect you till the end of my days.”

I touched his hand. “I know.”I’d always wanted kids, and not just because I needed an heir who could become Underboss one day. I wanted a family and the special bond a father shared with his children. I still often missed my father, the long conversations about business, sports, and pretty much anything else. He’d been my most trusted confidante. I trusted Marco and knew he wouldn’t betray me, but it was still not quite the same as the bond with my father had been. I didn’t discuss everything I would have discussed with my father with him.