Page 58 of Mafia Doctor's Secret Baby

I find her mouth with mine, and I kiss her deeply, the two of us intertwining ourselves in one another as the sun dips low in the sky outside. After tonight, I feel even more certain that she is the woman I’m meant to be with—my father respects her, and he doesn’t offer that kind of approval to just anyone. She’s partof this world now, and she seems as determined as possible to make the very best of it she can.

I hitch her onto the dressing table behind her, and sink down to my knees so I can spread her legs—she’s wearing this light green dress that hugs her ass perfectly, and I would be lying if I said that I hadn’t caught myself shooting a few looks at it over the course of the night.

“You know, I don’t think I got the dessert I wanted tonight,” I murmur to her playfully, as I slowly push the hem of her dress up. She squirms on the table before me, her teeth resting on her bottom lip.

“Oh, yeah?” she replies, voice slightly breathy. “And what exactly would that be…?”

“I think you know…”

I reach beneath her skirt and hook my fingers around her panties, pulling them down slowly, exposing her inch by inch until she’s naked beneath her skirt. She parts her legs a little wider as I graze my lips along the inside of her thigh, listening to the delicious shudder of pleasure that moves through her when she feels my mouth against hers.

“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers as she slides her hands into my hair, pulling me into place as though she can’t imagine anything better. I’m tempted to keep her waiting a little while longer, to tease this out until she’s begging for the feel of my mouth against her pussy, but truth be told, I can’t imagine holding back much longer.

I let my lips trail along her tattoo, the same peacock that allowed me to recognize her at the hospital back when we encountered each other once more. I’ve never really been into tattoos, but theink on her skin seems to reflect something in me—the image that she has burned into my body, of herself, her love, her touch. I kiss the peacock’s tail feathers, teasing her for just a little longer as her hips rise and try to grind against my face to indulge in the relief I know she needs so badly.

And then, tucking my hands beneath her ass, I pull her to the edge of the table and plant my lips against her gorgeous pussy.

She moans as she feels my lips latch around her clit, rolling her sensitive nub between my tongue as I suck on her lightly. She’s so sensitive that even the barest touch can be overwhelming to her, and I know I have to take my time if I’m going to get my fill of her the way I want to.

I swirl my tongue around her a few times, tasting the sweet muskiness of her folds, and let out a moan against her. She bucks against me, her body already responding to my attention. Her fingers weave into my hair, holding me in place, as though there’s anywhere in the world I would rather be right now than between her thighs, getting her off.

“Oh God, that feels so good,” she gasps, as she begins to lift her hips to push back against me. I suppose all the tension of the day must have built up inside of her, because I can already feel her thighs starting to clench on either side of my head, a sure sign that she’s near to her release.

I seal my lips around her clit once more, sinking my fingers into her ass as I pleasure her with my tongue. I could spend all night between her legs like this if it means being able to hear more of the noises that escape her lips as she inches toward her release. Her fingertips dig into my scalp, her body beginning to tremble as her breath becomes more labored, and I work my tongue in slow, consistent circles against her swollen nub, until…

I have to stretch my arm over her lap to keep her pinned in place as she goes over the edge, her body squirming and lifting beneath me as the pleasure takes her where she needs to go. Her breath is tearing at the back of her throat as her pussy clenches and squeezes with her orgasm, her thighs trembling on either side of my head.

She pushes my face away from her when she’s had her fill, and leans down to kiss me as soon as I can catch a breath—she must be able to taste herself smeared on my lips, and the thought sends another shudder of pleasure through me. I reach down to adjust my cock through my pants, having hardly noticed how badly I need to fuck her until now.

“So you think my wife-to-be wants to get fucked on her dressing table?” I tease her playfully, as she clings to me while I straighten up. She can only nod—her cheeks are still flushed, her lips still parted, a little glossy from the wetness that passed from my mouth to hers.

I kiss her again as I pull myself into my hand, and as she shuffles to the edge of the table, I reach down to unzip my pants. I need to be inside of her, to feel that intimate welcome of her body wrapped around mine.

Before her, before all of this, I never thought I would be so aroused at the thought of being with a woman I’ve already had hundreds of times before. I was always looking for the next thing, the next woman, the next thrill to light me on fire. I was certain that the novelty came in newness, not in exploring the same territory with a person I had already been with.

But as I wrap my hand around my erection and guide it toward her welcoming entrance, I can see how wrong I was. Because every time I’m with her, it feels new—there’s some new reaction,something new in the way she draws in her breath, something new in the way she moves against me, that thrills me just like it did when we were first together. I want to spend the rest of my life exploring every part of her, uncovering everything about her, no matter how long it takes.

And now that we’re to be married, I know I have all the time in the world to indulge that.

I slip my hand to the small of her back and hitch her to the edge of the dressing table, bringing my cock against her folds and thrusting forward an inch or two. Both of us let out a sigh of pleasure as we come together, and I kiss her again, feeling the curve of her lips as she smiles into me.

“Does it ever stop feeling this good?” she breathes to me, as I push another few inches into her. There’s nothing frantic about the way we move against each other—no, we can take all the time we need, savor every second of it, drink it all in.

“I’ve never been with someone as long as I’ve been with you,” I reply, as I wrap my arms around her and begin to move into her properly. “But as far as I know…it’s always going to feel this fucking good, baby.”

She moans as I fuck her, the words falling away to give way to the pleasure. She is so wet from the orgasm she just had, the warmth and tightness of her stimulating every inch of my length, and I know it’s not going to be long till I reach my own release inside of her.

Her body rocks back against mine, the two of us falling into a familiar pace as we make love there on the desk—and that’s what it is, making love, not fucking like I used to do before, but sharing ourselves with each other in this intimate and evenexposing way. I have nothing to hide from her. She has seen every part of me, and I have seen every part of her, and all that we can do is come together over and over again, trying to discover something new every time.

She hooks her ankles around my back, pulling me deeper into her with every thrust, and I listen to her breath starting to grow more shallow against my ear. It’s only a matter of time before she comes again, since she’s so over-sensitized from the oral, and my cock is throbbing at the thought of it. There’s nothing that turns me on like making her come, hearing her lose control the way she does. She’s usually so contained, so careful, and knowing that she can do nothing but give herself over to the way I make her feel…it gets me off like nothing else in the world.

I press myself even deeper into her, massaging her clit with each thrust, and it doesn’t take long till I feel her fingernails digging into the small of my back, inviting me closer, her heart pounding against mine through her chest. Our bodies are moving in perfect unison by now, our breath mingling, the pleasure stirring so fast in both of us that the corners of my vision are starting to blur with pleasure…

She goes over the edge first, her body tensing against me for a moment as pulsations of pleasure begin to course out from between her legs. The sudden pressure wrapping around me is almost more than I can take, and I grit my teeth and will myself to hold out for as long as I can before I go into my own release. I can hear her moaning against my ear, that gorgeous noise making it even more difficult to keep myself from coming.

But then, after a few moments, I do. My cock throbs inside of her, filling her with my seed, our bodies mingling in the most primal way imaginable. I don’t move, drinking in the feeling,the sensation, the sounds of her breath as she shudders with pleasure in my arms.

And as I slowly turn my head to kiss her once more, I can’t help but smile.

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