The Mafia And His Angel: Part 2 (Tainted Hearts 2)

My eyes met his, and I held on. He gave me strength. “I don’t want to be scared anymore,” I told him.

“Ayla,” he started, confusion clear in his voice and expression.

Quickly dropping the towel to reveal my bare body, I took a nervous step forward. My hands fisted to my side as I walked toward the bed, stopping beside Alessio.

He must have understood what I meant, because his eyes softened. “Ayla,” he sighed. Pushing his arm toward me with his palm up, he gave me his hand. “Come here.”

Swallowing hard, I put my hand in his and he grasped mine tightly. My hand trembled, but Alessio gave me a gentle squeeze before pulling me forward. I climbed onto the bed, and he shifted me around, pulling me onto his lap so that I straddled him, my knees on either side of his hips.

Bringing his other hand up, he softly rubbed his thumb over my lips. “Are you sure?”

I nodded mutely, finding it hard to voice out anything. “Ayla, I need the words. I need to know you are one hundred percent sure about this.”

“I’m sure,” I replied, my voice barely audible. Placing his forehead against mine, he let out another sigh.

“Okay. We’ll do it like this. With you on top,” he said.

Me? On top?

Panic filled me, and my hand tightened around his. “I…”

But he quickly shushed me. “I know. It’s okay.”

I didn’t know how to do anything. I had never done this.

“Here.” He lifted me from his lap and placed me on the bed beside him. Alessio quickly removed his sweatpants and boxers, throwing them on the floor so that he was naked too. He pulled me on his lap again, in the same position as before.

“Alessio, I don’t know…” I murmured.

He smiled and shook his head. “You do. Let your mind and body go. Your body knows what to do. You are in charge, Ayla. Do whatever you want.”

I was in control. For the first time.

Sending him a shaky smile, I placed my hands over his chest and pushed until he was reclined on the bed. I wasn’t sure what to do afterward, but when I felt his length twitch between my legs, I trembled and shifted slightly, causing his tip to rub against my sensitive core.

He touched me last time, but I never had a chance to explore him. My hands moved over his chest and his stomach, feeling his muscles ripple under my wandering touch.

When my hands reached his pelvis, just above his hardened length, I stopped. My head snapped up toward Alessio, looking for help, not knowing what to do.

His hand grasped mine, and he placed it over the rigid head, wrapping my fingers around the length. Our eyes stayed connected as he moved my hands up and down. And then he let go.

Looking down, I rubbed my thumb over the tip and gave him a small squeeze. “Fuck,” Alessio swore. Believing that I did something wrong, I quickly looked up, only to find his eyes hooded with lust.

Feeling confident in my actions, I moved my hands again, squeezing the length at the same time. Alessio’s finger dug into my hips, and he let out a growl.

“Like this,” he muttered, curling his hand over mine again, tightening my grasp. He worked from top to bottom, tightening and loosening our grip until moisture formed at the tiny slit. Rubbing my thumb over it, I coated the tip fully.

“Ayla, if you keep doing this, I’m going to come.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” I asked.

“Little minx,” he replied, his voice slightly hoarse.

With my hand still wrapped around him, I leaned forward, tilting my hips up slightly, my breasts bobbing forward toward Alessio. I wasn’t sure what to do, feeling lost.

I was about to lower myself, but Alessio’s hands were like a band of steel around my hips, stopping my movement. “You are not ready for this yet.”

“Huh?” I asked, confused. Smiling, he pulled me from his hardness and moved me over his chest.

“Alessio, what are you doing?” I asked, pressing my hands to his chest as I stared down at him with wide eyes.

“I’m getting you ready, kitten. Move up. Straddle my face,” he ordered.

Straddle his face? His hands came down to my thighs, holding me still. Nervous, I slowly moved into the position he told me. With my knees on either side of his face, I held onto the headboard.

His breath feathered over my clenching core. My head fell back at the strange sensation. When I felt his tongue at my entrance, I let out a moan.

As my body responded with a rush of wetness, Alessio’s fingers tightened on my thighs. He ran his tongue over my wet lips, lapping at the wetness there. He licked, teased, sucked, and drove me insane with his tongue until I was shaking uncontrollably. My body clenched, desperate for my release.