Married to the Mafia Boss

Carmine

I can’t!

I can’t do this, but I want to so badly. If I didn’t walk away from Arianna in that pool, I know I would have done unspeakable things to her. My dick is still semi-hard, and the more I think about her perky breasts pressed against my chest, the harder it gets.

I go to my room and straight to the bathroom. I discard my clothes on the floor and get into the shower, running the water. I lean one hand against the wall as the water washes over me in waves.

I don’t even think a cold shower will help this erection. I think about what Arianna said, the fact she wants me. I think about her lips against mine, her tongue probing my mouth not so innocently.

This isn’t her first rodeo, I’m not naive, but God, I want to be her last. I reach down and give my cock a squeeze before slowly pumping my hand up and down my shaft. I grunt, trying to keep as quiet as I can. I think of what it would be like between her legs, what she would taste like when I assault her with my tongue. If I thumbed her clit enough, would she be a squirter? God, so much to think about.

I pump my fist around my dick a bit faster, my hips moving involuntarily in motion with my hand. I tip my head back. I know I’m getting close, but that’s when I sense another presence in the bathroom. I just feel like someone is watching me.

My eyes snap open, but I keep my hand on my dick, moving, as I look to the side to see Arianna standing there, still naked.

I stop moving my hand. “Get out, Ari.”

“I can help,” she says rather quietly and steps forward. “I know you want me as much as I want you.”

“We can’t,” I groan. I can’t look at her, and shivers rack through my body.

The next thing I know, her hand pushes mine away, and she starts to stroke me in long, slow strokes. “My family doesn’t have to know, and what my family doesn’t know won’t hurt them.”

I shift and turn to let her under the water with me. I tilt her head up and kiss her. “We shouldn’t,” I murmur into her mouth.

She squeezes my dick gently, and I buck slightly. “God, Ari, don’t tease me.”

“Don’t tease me,” she counters before kissing me again.

My hands come up to her breasts, and I thumb over her nipples. I play with them until they’re standing to attention and then pinch them between my thumb and index finger.

She whimpers softly, her other hand reaching down to touch her sex as we kiss.

I move her hands, guiding her to turn around and bend over. Realizing what I’m doing, she whimpers softly, “Yes.”

I don’t need more encouragement than that. I guide my cock to her hole and slowly push myself in. She cries out, and I hold her hips until I’m buried inside her, my balls hitting her skin.

I move slowly, teasing her. I watch as she holds onto the wall, her breasts swinging freely under her. I leave one hand on her hip, and the other goes to her breast, giving it a firm squeeze.

She tips her head up, and I see her eyes are clenched shut, her mouth slightly open in an ‘o’ shape.

I continue to move slowly, but as I push in, that last inch or two, I thrust forward hard. She yelps and I hold onto her. I do it again, and there’s that little yelp again. It’s not from pain. No, I’m hitting a sweet spot that is just doing it for her. This time I go halfway in before thrusting forward hard, and her yelp is louder.

God, she’s driving me insane.

Her pussy clenches around my cock, and I move my hips harder, more steadily. She bounces against me, and the wet sound of skin slapping skin fills the bathroom, echoing off the tiles.

I bury myself deep inside of her, and I cum hard. I hold her up, feeling how her legs are shaking underneath her. I pull out of her and turn her around to kiss her. What felt like an eternity of making love, something we’ve clearly both wanted for a long time, probably took less than ten minutes.

I hold her against me for a moment before I wash her down and then wash her hair. She, in turn, washes my body down before kissing me and climbing out of the shower.

As we dry, I say, “Arianna, I can’t be cast from the family. That’s worse for me than death. I haven’t had any other family since I was twelve. Your parents took me in when no one else would have. They cannot find out about us.”

She looks at me, playful mischief no longer in her eyes. “I promise, Carmine, they won’t. I won’t let them find out about us. Carmine, I’ve loved you since eighth grade, and I don’t want you to have to leave our family either. Maybe they’ll come around with time, but I won’t say anything until you do.”

I go to her and kiss her much more gently than I did earlier. “You are a Goddess, Ari. I will always treat you like one,” I promise. “You are my everything.”

“It’s so weird we’ve finally been together,” she says, a slight blush gracing her cheeks. “I mean, I’ve always thought about it, but I never thought you’d give in.”

I chuckle. “Apparently, I have less self-control than I thought I did, but you didn’t make it easy.”

I lead her into the bedroom. She sits naked on my made-up bed. I rifle through the cupboard and pull out some briefs, slipping them on. “You better get dressed in case your brother decides to drop in again.”

“Let’s not talk about him and ruin the moment,” she grins. “Let’s just enjoy this right now.”

“Hmm, good thing I’ve activated the security system to let me know if there’s any movement by the gate or property.”

“Does that mean we’ll have a warning?” she asks, sliding back on the bed.

I lick my lips, already knowing where she wants to go with this. “Ari, again?”

“I’m insatiable,” she murmurs, her knees together but her thighs apart so I can see her perfect shaved mound.

“I can definitely satisfy you,” I say proudly, crawling onto the bed. “Don’t get me wrong, but I don’t want to tire you out.”

“I’m young,” she says back to me. “I have energy and legs for days.”Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

I stroke a finger from her ankle, up her leg, over her knee, and down her thigh. “I’ve known that for years.”

I lie beside her, propped up on my right arm, my left free to caress her.

“So,” she finally says, “are you just going to tease me, or are you going to do something about my needs.”

“Oh, what needs are those?” I playfully ask.

“Well, I need your head between my legs, making me happy.” She grins, snuggling down onto the pillows.

“My head, between your legs.” I kiss her tanned stomach softly and then kiss her a little lower, trailing kisses down to her thigh. “And I must make you happy? I can do that.”