Page 21 of Spring Break with a Mafia Prince
“So poetic,” I muttered, then gasped when he licked my thigh so close to my sensitive skin. “Oh, wow, don’t do— fuck,” I whispered when he bit down.
“You need to swear more,” he murmured, and bit on my other side.
“Keep doing that and I will— ow,” I cried. “Stop that!” I slapped at the top of his head lightly. “Why are you biting me?”
“You said your skin bruises easily.” He shrugged like that made it all that much clearer.
“And?” I frowned at him. “I thought you liked me. Don’t, you know, eat me.” my cheeks heated at the memory of him doing exactly that.
“A bit more than like, beautiful.” He pushed his body along mine and kissed me hard, possessively. “If you have marks on you, they sure as fuck better bemydamn marks.”
“Oh.” Comprehension settled in at the same time as the weight of him pressed between my thighs. “Falcon?—”
“Easy, Bella. Not just yet.” He slid one hand between us, rubbing his fingers over my pussy, exploring and groaning. “Fuck, you feel so soft and damn good. I can’t wait to slide into you. You know this will hurt, right?”
I glared at him. “Virgin. Not idiot.”
“Noted.” He grinned and flicked my clit.
My sass transformed to molten heat. “I can’t—” I writhed beneath him as he taught me things I didn't know about my body, what I needed, how I needed him to touch me.
“You will. Again and again,” he promised me as he flicked my clit again and the world darkened.
My throat turned raw on a scream I didn’t remember voicing when he kissed me next, though his finger pressed deep inside me, working slowly. My body stretched and ached around him in a sensory overload I struggled to process.
“Again,” he whispered, working his hand faster.
I tightened around the intrusion, my cries muffled by his deep kisses as he brought me to the edge of insanity again and again. My fingernails dug into his arms until I was sure I’d leave my own fresh set of scars on his body.
“Too much,” I gasped as bliss broke over me again like the waves lapping at the base of the cliff face below us.
“Is there such a thing?” he teased, echoing my thoughts, and withdrew his hand gently, playing with me still. “Do you want me to stop?”
I knew what he was asking, and I shook my head. “Please don’t let me go. Not tonight.”
“Never will.” He kissed me again, sealing his vow between our lips as he pushed my hand between us, closing my fingers around him. “Touch me, Bella,” he murmured. Begged, almost.
I traced the shape of him, my panic growing as I knew this would hurt but the way his breath hissed between his teeth when I touched him pushed those thoughts aside. I watched his eyes, curious at his reactions as I rubbed my thumb over his velvety head, and closed my hand gently around him. His fist covered mine, squeezing hard. I let out a super unsexy squeak.
“Did I hurt you?”
He laughed. “No, but if you keep touching me that lightly like that I won't last more than a minute. Squeeze. Like this.” He pumped our hands together until his head dropped to watch us work his cock between our hands before he pushed my hand away on shuddering breath and kissed me. “Too good, Bella. Christ, I want to last for you.”
“I wanted to taste you,” I said shyly.
“Next time,” he promised, stretching one hand gently over my head and folding our fingers together. “Is this okay?”
I nodded, biting my lip. “Yes. Please,” I whispered.
“Good girl.” He nodded and inched forward, halting suddenly. “Christ, I’m a fool. I’m not thinking straight tonight.” He reached for his jeans, but I stopped him.
“I’m on the shot. It helps with, um… you know…” Hell, could I be more embarrassing? Here the man above me was basically a mafia princeling sex god, and I was stuttering all over him.
“It helps with cramps?” he asked kindly, squeezing out hands together. “I get it, Bella. Mom was very open with me, tried to prep me for one day looking after someone I cared about.” He swallowed hard, staring down at me.
“I—” And we were back to stuttering land.
“It’s okay,” he said softly. “I’m going to go slow. Tell me when it’s too much, okay?”
