Page 18 of The Mobster’s Maid

Dio.

Her breasts are heavy and full and the dusky pink of the nipples has already tightened under the morning air. I put both hands under them, lift the weight of them into my palms, drag my thumbs over the peaks.

She shivers.

I take one into my mouth.

She moans and I feel that wave of possession rise in me. I’ve never felt this way before. Like I need even the sounds she makes when she’s aroused and being pleasured to belong to only me.

I switch to the other breast. Suck. Tongue. Bite, gently, the way she bit my lip yesterday. Her hand glides through my hair and pulls.

“Vincenzo.”

“I know, tesoro.”

I straighten up. She is breathing hard. Her cheeks are pink. Her nipples are wet from my mouth and I would happily spend the rest of the morning right there.

But there is more of her.

I hook my thumbs into her leggings. Slide them down her thighs. She kicks them the rest of the way for me. Nothing else under them.

She is bare on my bed.

Every curve of her. Cinnamon skin from the collarbone to the toes. The soft roundness of her belly. The full flare of her hips. The dark curls at the top of her thighs.

I inhale. Try to control my already ragged breath. My hard cock stiffens even more.

“Bella.”

I love this side of her. She’s a mixture of sweetness, sass and naughtiness.

She flushes. Bites her lip.

I stand and put one knee on the bed. Ease her back onto the pillow. Kneel between her thighs.

“Look at me.”

She does, eyes shot with lust.

She reaches up. Puts her palm against my beard.

I kiss her.

Down her throat, the line of her collarbone. Between her breasts. Over the soft round of her belly. Down the curve of her hip. She smells of oranges and cinnamon.

I settle my shoulders between her knees.

Look up.

She is watching me. Her eyes are dark. Her lips parted.

I lower my mouth to her.

She tastes of the woman she is. Warm. Salt. A little sweet. The moment my tongue drags up the length of her slit her hips lift off the bed and her hand fists in the sheet. Screams my name.

I take my time. I have waited for this. I lick her slow and thorough. Circle her clit. Suck it into my mouth. Slide two fingers into her and curl them the way I curled them over the mahogany yesterday, and she comes apart on my hand and mouth in less than a minute with my name in her mouth again.

I’ll never tire of her screaming my name. It makes me feel grounded, like I have her and everything is going to be alright because her sunshine will warm my life.