Taking Care Of The Mobster

I drag his head back to mine for a ravenous kiss in my desperation. Carlos doesn’t waste any time capturing my lips with his. This time the kiss is more aggressive, almost bruising, indicating a mutual increase in hunger.

“I’m going to touch you, Abby,” Carlos says, running his right hand possessively down my neck to the exposed part of my chest. “I’m going to touch you in places where no man has ever gone before.”

My eyes open wide in surprise. I gasp softly. “How did you...?” I smack myself mentally. “Oh my God. My drunk talk.”

Carlos chuckles, the rumbling sound creating vibrating ripples in my chest. I laugh along with him, mortified at my silliness.

Carlos sobers up, gazing into my eyes as if in a trance. “God, Abby... You’re so beautiful,” he mutters, skimming his fingers down my temple to my cheek. His thumb trails slowly over my lower lip. “Every inch of you....”

He lowers his head to mine. This time his kiss is short but no less invigorating.

Carlos rises on his knees and pulls off his shirt, exposing the well-toned muscles of his broad chest to my avid gaze. My mouth itches to run over the tantalizing muscles of his sexy abs.

“Your tattoos...,” I say, trailing a finger along the exotic dark lines on his chest. “I’ve always found them...fascinating.”

“I have so many other...fascinating parts,” Carlos says, the sides of his mouth pulling up in a sinful smirk. He gazes down at me, his eyes clouded with an impartial mix of desire and amusement.

I let my gaze slide slowly to the huge bulge in his pants. My throat suddenly grows dry. I swallow nervously and lick my lips. “Like that?” I ask suggestively, unable to take my eyes off his visibly pulsing member. It makes me wonder how he’s still holding on when he’s evidently aroused.

“Yeah, like that,” Carlos says, his smirk widening. “Want to see?”

I lick my lips again and nod bashfully. “Yes...”

His gaze slides down to my lips, lingering deliciously. “You know, distracting me with those sexy lips is a form of torture, Abby. I keep picturing what I could occupy those lips with... Take off your clothes for me, baby. I want to see you. I want to see all of you.”

I kneel on the bed with him and pull my dress over my head. I lower my lids, too embarrassed to look into his eyes. I’ve never felt as vulnerable as I do at this moment, not even when I was body shamed and called names.

“Look at me, Abby,” Carlos says. His voice is a command I don’t dare to disobey. I slowly raise my eyes to meet his. I curl my fingers hard by my sides, stomping on the sudden urge to resort to my annoying habit of biting my fingernails or lips.

“You are gorgeous,” Carlos says in a gentle yet firm voice. “Absolutely ravishing.”

He says it so many times that for the first time I start to believe him. “It’s you, Carlos. You make me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“You are to me,” Carlos says, roaming his eyes greedily over my body.

He takes off his pants, taking his underwear with them, so he’s completely naked before me. I gasp at the sheer size of him, he’s huge, my skin flushing red from the dirty thoughts that immediately flood my mind. My clit throbs in anticipation.

He’s so big...deliciously so. And without another word, Carlos leans forward and seals his lip over mine in a hot kiss that sends every insecure thought out of my mind. He lowers me to the bed without taking his mouth off mine.

His mouth leaves mine, trailing soft kisses down my neck, my collarbone, and to my chest. His lips capture one of my aching nipples, sending an electrifying thrill through my entire body.

I moan softly, unable to hold back. Carlos cups my breast as his mouth presses down harder on my nipple. He teases my other breast, rolling my nipple gently between his thumb and forefinger, a pleasurable contradiction to the roughness of his mouth.

I thrash beneath him, soft needy moans escaping my throat.

A scorching heat overwhelms my body as Carlos suddenly nibbles on my nipple. I cry out helplessly at the overwhelming pleasure. He switches his mouth to my other breast while his hand replaces his mouth. My core tightens unbearably with every torturous suck and soft lick of his tongue. An indescribable pressure builds steadily in my lower belly, making me desperate for even more of him.

I run my hands through his hair and down his powerful back, enjoying his body against mine and how his muscles seem to bunch unconsciously beneath my touch.

“I can’t get enough of you, Abby,” Carlos murmurs gruffly, kissing just beneath my breast. He keeps moving downward, his tongue teasing my navel, splaying kisses on my stomach and my upper thighs. My heart jumps in my chest when he suddenly buries his face between my thighs.