Page 141 of The One
Slowly, I lower my lips to hers, the first touch soft and tentative. But the moment our mouths meet, the world falls away altogether. The kiss deepens, and all thoughts vanish into the sweet rush of her passion for me.
Her hands slip up to my neck, pulling me closer, and I respond in kind, one hand cradling her face, the other sliding along her side, holding her like I’ve craved to hold my One for so long. Each movement is slow and deliberate, as though we both realize this is a time that should be savored, not rushed.
When we finally pull back, breathless, the space between us feels impossibly wrong, and her eyes are darker now, clouded with desire.
“Something hard is poking me in the stomach,” she rasps, her voice sexy as fuck.
Licking her lips, she slides her hand down my front until she reaches my steely cock, circling her hand around, squeezing it.
The moan escaping me can’t be helped. After I made her come last night for the first time in our bed, I resisted the temptation to have her go down on me again. She was exhausted, and having her snuggled up against me was plenty. Well, sort of.
Now though? I’m more than happy for her to take care of me.
“I need a taste,” she says so low and seductive, my balls tighten. Fuck, I won’t last long.
“Go on then,dolce mia, have your appetizer.” I release my hold on her and she glides down my body, trailing kisses in her wake.
Each touch of her lips on my overheated skin seems to soothe yet fire off more desire. I’m such a goner for this woman and we haven’t even made love yet.
Seriously, as soon as Tiero is back from Brazil, I’m dragging her to the altar.
I’ve always wanted a big wedding, but a small, intimate ceremony with just my brother and perhaps her older sister sounds perfect right about now.
But all thoughts of weddings or anything else in the world leave my mind the second Mari’s mouth engulfs my cock.
Fuck me. FUCK ME!
The heat, the way she wraps her lips so tightly around my length, her tongue licking up the precum weeping from me. Perfection.
It’s almost too much. I will myself to control the surge of pure ecstasy rising from my depths.
Not yet! Come on, Mateo. You’re not fifteen anymore!
I gather her hair in my hand and gently pull her off me, giving myself a second to compose. Sitting up, I grab her by the waist and she yelps in surprise when I swing her over my body so her pussy is settled over my face. The scent of her arousal hits me immediately, making my mouth water.
“I’m hungry too,” I tell her, tightening my grip.
I don’t wait for her to get comfortable and pull her down, my tongue darting out to taste her as her mouth goes back to work on me.
Hmm, my heaven.
Mari’s head is resting on my chest, her fingers drawing lazy circles on my abdomen as we bask in post-coital bliss.
For someone who’s only given head once before, she’s incredibly fast working out what gives me the most pleasure, and then drawing it out.
Little devil.
But it’s not like I was any kinder to her. The tease and build-up made for an explosive climax. I can’t remember ever having so much fun or intensity with giving or receiving oral, but with penetrative sex off the table for now, it introduces possibilities I never considered.
Yet I also love that we have this chance to explore each other’s pleasures without diving straight in.
Then something shifts. I sense Mari frowning. She lifts her head off my chest, her gaze traveling deliberately down my body and up my arms. Her eyebrows draw together like she’s stumbled across a puzzle she can’t solve. I cock my head, amused by her sudden focus.
“What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” I ask, brushing my thumb over the little furrow forming between her brows.
“How come you have no tattoos?” she finally asks, her tone light but inquisitive. “I thought all Mafia men had them. At least the crest forla famiglia.”
Her words hit hard, and my fingers freeze mid-stroke against her cheek. The question lands like a blow to my chest, and a familiar wave of shame lurches to the surface.
