Page 79 of The Mafia's Christmas Baby
Marco knows I have someone in my life, someone I love.
And he’s planning to ensure it doesn’t last.
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ELISA
The night before we return, I let all my restraints go.
The worn leather of the couch groans under my shifting weight as I settle between Nico’s spread knees.
The low light from the television paints his torso in shifting blues and whites, catching the tense line of his abdomen.
My heart is a frantic bird against my ribs, a mix of nervousness and a dark, pooling want.
“Just relax for me, baby,” I murmur, my voice a husky thing I barely recognize.
My fingers trail up the insides of his thighs, feeling the powerful muscle there twitch under my touch.
The coarse denim of his jeans is a rough contrast to the soft skin I find higher up.
I nuzzle the hard ridge straining against his zipper, breathing in his scent.
A low groan rumbles in his chest.
I look up, meeting his heavy-lidded gaze.
His knuckles are white where he grips the couch cushion.
A smirk tugs at my lips.
I love this power, the dizzying control of having this strong, quiet man completely at my mercy.
I make a show of it, my eyes locked on his as I slowly, so slowly, pull his zipper down.
The rasp of the metal teeth is obscenely loud in the quiet room.
I work his jeans and boxers down just enough, and his cock springs free, thick and already weeping a pearly bead of pre-cum from the flushed, ruddy tip.
It’s hot and heavy in my hand, a live wire of pure tension.
I lean in, my breath ghosting over the sensitive head.
“You’re already so hard,” I whisper, swiping my thumb through the slickness and spreading it around the crown.
He hisses, his hips giving an involuntary jerk.
I hold him down firmly at the hip with my other hand. “Ah, ah, ah. None of that. You let me do all the work.”
I don’t take him in my mouth yet.
Instead, I press a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the tip, tasting his salt and musk.
My tongue darts out, a quick, teasing flick across the slit.
"Mmm," I hum against his skin, the vibration making him buck again. "You taste so good, Nico."
I start with just the head, my lips forming a tight seal as I suckle gently, my tongue swirling and pressing against the frenulum.
