Married to the mafia boss Series

“We’re here,” Carmelo shakes me awake.

I look around to see nothing but darkness. It looks as though we’re surrounded by trees.

“Where are we?”

“Deep in the woods, but that’s just so our car isn’t on anyone’s radar.”

“We’re ditching the car?”

“Yep,” he gets out of the car and walks around to open my door for me. He holds out his hand for me to take. “Come on, a hotel isn’t too far.”

I reach for the violin in the back holding it in one hand as my other hand holds Carmelo. We walk in the darkness down the narrow and empty road until I can hear a soothing roar not too far.

“Is that…?”

“The sea,” he squeezes my hand.

Our speed picks up and suddenly we are both laughing and skipping as if nothing in the entire world matter except for the two of us.

In no time we reach the hotel completely out of breath. The hotel doesn’t look like a guests would give it five stars after a stay, but it’ll have to do. I can still hear the sound of waves crashing on the shore and I know a beach is nearby. I make a mental note to explore it tomorrow morning.

The hotel manager sees my wedding dress and Carmelo’s suit and offers us what they consider to be their honeymoon suite. When we get inside the room is average-I’d hate to see what their standard room looks like. The only thing honeymoon about it is the king sized bed and two bottles of complimentary champagne.

Before we do anything I hold my hair up and turn my back on Carmelo, “Undo this corset. I’m dying.”Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

I hear him chuckle softly behind me as I feel his fingers work to unzip my dress letting it fall to the floor. Next he unites the lace and as soon as the strings are loosened I take a deep breath. God it feels good to breathe again.

I take off the corset piece and the rest of my garments until I’m in my bra, underwear, and garter belt. Carmelo licks his lips and takes in my body, “You know, wife. I have waited so long to take my virgin bride.”

I grin from ear to ear. This. This is why I love him. “Will it hurt?” I play my role.

“I’ll be gentle with you,” he loosens his tie and kicks off his dress shoes.

I sit on the bed and watch him eagerly. My body is already hot with anticipation regarding our role play. He places his suit jacket over the chair in the corner of the room and then slowly unbuttons his white shirt.

Seeing him shirtless in only his fitted black pants makes my mouth water and my core begins to throb desperately needing him. Instead of taking off his pants next, he goes to the table and pops open the champagne. He pours two glasses and hands one to me.

“To us,” he raises his glass and I raise mine with him. “May we have a long and happy marriage.”

I giggle and take a large sip letting the effervescent liquid tickle on the way down. I finish the rest of it on the next sip and let the alcohol calm my nerves. My mind wanders back to Carmelo, who has finished his first glass and is now unbuttoning his pants. He pulls them down around his ankles and steps out of them.

Carmelo strides to the bed and grabs my chin tilting my head up to look at him. “You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever met.” He presses his lips against mine and my fingers hook under his boxer briefs and I slide them down his hips.

He pulls back and shoves them off his body. His raging member standing at attention. It’s hard to resist getting down on my knees as I play the role of timid virgin. “It’s so big,” I bite my bottom lip.

A seductive and proud smile crosses his lips and he crawls over me. I lay on my back as he presses kisses against my body. His arms snakes around my body to unclasp my bra. When the fabric is thrown across the room, the cool air pebbles my nipples. Carmelo’s hands cup them, warming me and sending tingles along my spine.

My hands sprawl across his back feeling the strength of his muscles as they tense and move. I can’t feel him enough as I continue to tug his body against mine. I’m in no mood for foreplay, after a day like this I crave closeness. I need him to hold me and tell me that everything will be okay-everything will work out just fine.

His mouth moves from my neck to my nipple as he sucks on my breast. I hold his head close to me as I let out a soft moan. His fingers slide down my ribs until he hits the waistband of my lacy white underwear. He hooks his fingers into the material and pulls the down around my ankles and off my body completely.

Carmelo leaves me in the garter belt and I’ll be sure to wear them in for future reference considering how much he’s drooling over them. He sits back on his knees and spreads my legs apart. Of course I’m no actual virgin, but my face and chest blush and I feel almost as nervous as if this is my actual first time. My heart is beating just as fast and I feel just as bashful as I did my first time, but unlike my first time-I want this to happen and I have a choice in letting my body experience pleasure or not. I know that if I said I didn’t want to go any further right now, Carmelo would respect that. That’s the difference between Carmelo and Vinny, Luca, Leonardo, and Gaetano. And it’s the reason why I’m madly in love with him.

He sits between my legs and strokes the inside of my thighs. I can feel my wetness gather and my body feels swollen with need. He puts his hands under my thighs and angles my hips up toward his erection. The tip is seated at my entrance but he doesn’t push in. He leans his body over mine so our faces are inches apart. He whispers, “Are you ready?”

I nod my head not trusting my voice to speak for me. He pushes through and I swear I almost orgasm just from the friction alone. I’m panting and arching my back, pressing my chest into his as he maintains eye contact. His eyes are dilated and glazed over with his own ecstasy, a soft groan escapes his lips when he seats himself deep inside of me.

I wrap my arms around him and hold him against my body, loving the full weight of him on me. He rests his head in the crook of my neck and breathes heavily. Neither us of move despite the throbbing and intense need to thrust our hips into each other. I close my eyes and we hold each other for a while not saying a single word. Our actions right now are all the answers and reassurance we need.

I know everything will be okay.

He kisses my forehead as he pulls his hips back until his tip is inside of me and then pushes back in all the way. I moan helplessly under him and beg for it. In and out. In and out. The motions repeat like the most beautiful rhythm as he plays my body as skillfully as he does the violin. He takes his time building us up to our peak, unlike majority of the times I’ve had sex, this isn’t a race to the finish line. There is no finish line, only Carmelo and I making each other feel good and expressing our love for each other in the most primal way. It is a physical conversation where we both take what we need and give the other what they want.

My release comes out of nowhere, I hadn’t realized I was close because the only thing that matters in this moment is Carmelo. The look on his face, the love in his expression, and the gentleness of his caress. My body is vibrating with pleasure and tears prick my eyes.

After Carmelo finishes with a mighty roar, he catches his breath and looks at me. His thumb raises and wipes away the tears. “Are you okay?” He asks in a soft, concerning tone.

I nod my head. “Everything is always okay, as long as I’m with you.”

He kisses my temple and rolls onto his back taking me with him. I lay on his chest and press my ear against his heart to listen to it beat. “So, what’s next?” I ask.

“Let’s worry about that tomorrow. Right now we’re on our honeymoon,” I can hear the smile in his voice.

He pulls the thin bed sheet over our bodies and rests his hands on my back as he rubs up and down. I try to stay awake wanting to enjoy this as much as possible, but my eyes begin to flutter close and they don’t open until the morning.