His fingers felt like heaven as they slipped my panties aside and teased my wet lips. Sliding up, and down, then up to my clit again, rolling in slow circles as he bit my shoulder.
Pleasure and heaven and hell, all in one delicious touch.
“Wait,” I said, breathless, pulling at his thick hair. “Hold on.”
His fingers stayed poised there, spreading my sex wide. “Are you sure you want me to stop?” he asked, eyes staring into mine, and I didn’t know the answer to that. I wanted to feel good and wanted his body, his lips and muscles and all his hard warmth, but I was afraid that if I let this happen then it might lead to something more—something I wasn’t sure I could handle.
“You’re in a bad place,” I said.
“Not bad enough to stop.” He kissed my neck and I pulled his hair. I let out a soft moan as his fingers moved again.
“I’m afraid,” I whispered.
“You don’t need to be afraid with me.” And he buried his lips with mine as his fingers slipped inside of me, and I was lost, fully lost.
His belt came off and fell to the floor. His pants came down next. I stroked his hard cock as he stepped out of his black boxer briefs. Thick and hard and, fuck, he spread my legs and I leaned back on my elbows, knocking something off the desk and onto the floor with a clatter, but neither of us cared.
He leaned over me and slid himself deep inside as a bead of sweat rolled down my chest. He licked it off and I threw my head back with a gasp as pure pleasure ripped through me.
It was everything I wanted. I gasped, moaned his name, my husband, god, my mafia husband, and he fucked me faster, licked my nipples, teased me, bit my lower lip, looked into my eyes and I saw the man beneath the killer’s mask, the man that wanted what was best for his family and wanted me, god, he wanted me so bad.
I rolled my hips, panting his name, body trembling and sweating, and I kissed his neck, leaning forward as he fucked me harder, faster, bringing me closer, so fast and so stupid, so good, and everything flashed bright, so bright and intense, the pleasure flaring up my spine as his big hands cupped my ass. He pulled me up and off the desk then fell back into the chair. It nearly tipped back but he stabilized it, and I slid down along his shaft, riding him harder, faster, knees braced on the seat. He pulled my hair and his fingers moved down my back and his lips hung open, and I went faster, panting, sweating, gasping, and I pressed my forehead against his and squeezed my eyes closed and there was only his smell, his touch, his cock deep between my legs—
And I came in a rush, an intense and wild rush. He fucked me through it as I exploded along his shaft and I leaned back shivering, shaking, eyes rolled back, whispering his name again and again.
When it was over, I stood up in front of him. He gripped his cock in one hand and stroked himself as I chewed my thumbnail, legs still shaking, brain a foggy mess. I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth, sucking him fast, tasting my pussy on his shaft. I wanted him to feel the way I felt, to have that release I knew he needed, and he growled my name as he came on my tongue, deep between my lips.
I swallowed him, every drop of him, and when he was finished, he pulled me up into his lap. I curled there and let him hold me, feeling so naked and exposed, but so good.
“You don’t have to be afraid,” he whispered, nuzzling my throat. “I’m not going to hurt you, you know that, don’t you?”
“I don’t know,” I said, holding him tighter. I shouldn’t have done this— shouldn’t have opened myself like that, because now all I wanted was more, so much more.
And I knew he could give it to me, if only I’d ask.
“Come on, little wife,” he said, and helped me get dressed. We went back upstairs and into my room without speaking, and he got me into bed, then curled up behind me. I felt taken and protected, and I shifted back against him as his stubbled chin brushed the nape of my neck, and he let out a soft, animalistic sigh as he smelled my hair, then kissed me again.
We stayed like that in the dark, and drifted off to sleep.
15
Dean
I slipped out of her room early. No reason to wake her up. She drifted off almost immediately, like the sex took a lot out of her.