Page 29 of Reign Of Triumph
I close my eyes and feel the suction of her mouth on me. Goddammit! I haven’t felt this level of desire in years. Her unpracticed innocence is killing me. I want this to last, so I pull out of her mouth, dropping my lips to hers, kissing her hard.
“As much as I like your mouth. I want to keep playing,” I tell her. “Be a good girl and stay perfectly still for me.” I move away and settle in behind her. I place my hand on her upper back, pushing her down gently, causing her rounded ass to rise, so I can get a clear view of her ass and pussy.
I take two fingers and sink them into her pussy, pumping them in and out, slow at first, then harder and faster, as her moans become louder. When she starts to meet my thrusts, I slap her ass, just enough for her to feel the bite and get her attention. “I said stay still or I’ll stop.” I swear I heard her growl. I’m going to turn that growl into a purr.
That’s when I put my mouth on her. I lick and suck her pussy like a starved man, and anytime she shifts or wriggles in my grasp, my hand lands another slap on her ass cheek.
“Oh, please, Eros. I need to come,” she mewls.
“What do you want, baby?”
“You,” she pants, then groans loudly when my thumb gently rolls around her wet, slick clit.
“What do you want me to do to you, Fi? Tell me.”
“I want your cock inside me. Please, Eros, fuck me,” she whispers.
I plunge inside her hot, wet pussy and fuck her mercilessly. I clasp my hands on her breasts, rolling her nipples and thrusting inside her, hard and fast.
“Oh God, yes!” she cries out, then I feel her pussy clamp down on my cock like a vise, and she comes, her body spasming from the force of her orgasm, but I don’t relent. I can’t. I need to possess this woman entirely. Her legs are shaking, but I hold her hips and continue the onslaught until I let out my own roar of release. One last thrust and I bury myself deep in her pussy. I press my lips on the base of her neck, and as I slowly recover, I kiss her shoulders. Slowly, I roll us onto our sides, with my cock still inside her, and spoon her.
“I want to stay inside you tonight,” I murmur in her ear. She twists her head to look at me.
“Whatever you want, my love,” she says in a sleepy haze, her arm covering mine at her waist.
Serafina has done what no other could ever do: she’s made me fall in love with my wife.
Fifteen
My Hero
Serafina
Maybe I’m weird. I mean, am I supposed to enjoy sex this much? Especially the way we did it last night. I love the way Eros makes my body feel. It’s like he knows what I’m thinking before I do. The thrill of not knowing what he had planned for me only spurred my desire to please him.
Eros makes me feel alive. When I’m with him, nothing else matters.
From the moment he walked into the kitchen, Eros made me his priority. Through dinner, he complimented me on the meal, and we spent time talking about our day. He took my concerns to heart when I spoke of Alia and Anita. If he were like Guisto, he would have pushed Bianca’s concerns aside.
Giusto is not the only husband and father who ignores his wife’s problems. I can honestly say that most Mafia marriages are an elaborate pretense. A show for all to see! Men buy their wives expensive gifts to hide their affairs or out of guilt for not spending time at home. They lavish their wives with gifts instead of the attention they truly desire. The women wear the jewels, furs, and couture dresses like a shield. I’m not sure if they’re trying to convince the other Mafia wives or themselves that their husbands love them.
There are those few couples who, although matched by their parents to marry, found love. My parents, for one, but there are others. I know that Nero and Felicia are happily married. I understand that Nero fell in love with her when she was just a young woman. Luciano and Grazia found their way to one another, and I know that he would die to protect his wife and daughter. Even Marco Moretti and his queen, Gloria, didn’t start off as a love match, but they fell in love, and Marco ensures his wife is respected by all in La Famiglia.
Eros was gone by the time I woke up this morning, but he left a note on his pillow. Gioia mia, I’ll be home for dinner tonight. Wear the dress I’m having delivered. Be ready for six. We’re going out. It’s time to have some fun.
With Eros, you never know what to expect. Normally, this would drive me crazy. I’m a very organized person and like to have my days planned. Yet, the idea of getting dressed up and going out with Eros, and not knowing where we’re going or with whom, is exciting. I don’t know what Eros considers fun, but I’m looking forward to finding out.
I hurry to get up and get dressed, then head over to the guesthouse to assist with the girls. I knock on the door, because although Bianca and Mom gave me a key, I think it’s important that they have their own space. Bianca and Mom living together is an excellent idea. Mom loves the company, and Bianca needs the emotional support. Mom adores Bianca and has treated her like her own daughter. It’s sufficient to say that Bianca is closer to my mother than to her own.
Bianca swings open the door. “Come on in,” she says, doing a sweeping motion with her hand to let me walk through. “Princess Zia Serafina has arrived, girls,” Bianca announces.
The girls are sitting at the kitchen table finishing their breakfast. “It’s just Princess Serafina, Mom,” Alia says with a giggle.
“It’s ‘princess day,’ and we’re all princesses,” Bianca explains.
Alia is on board with the idea. She’s wearing a sparkly dress, with her hair in pigtails, adorned with a tiara. Anita has on a flowery, purple dress and also wears her tiara, but her expression is less than happy.
“Do I have to go to school? I’m not feeling good,” Anita whines. Anita is getting worse, and I’m worried about what the situation at school is doing to her self-esteem. She’s always been a happy little girl and loved going to school.
