Page 40 of Mafia’s Dirty Secret

“I want you to show me how to please you, Matteo. You always make sure I’m taken care of, but you never let me touch you. I want to touch you.” She slid her hand over the sheet on his stomach, up to the hard, bare muscles of his chest. His skin was silky smooth, different from hers. But it felt good. “I want to touch you, and kiss you, and make you say my name in that way you do.”

“Hmm, let’s just keep the sheet between us for now, shall we? Let’s start small. Kiss me, Marie.” He rolled to his back and she moved over him. Her legs went around his thighs and she leaned over, her elbows on each side of his head.

Slowly, she lowered her head to his and began to kiss him. Gently at first, she pressed her lips to his, before she opened her mouth. His lips matched every movement she made, and she found his tongue the moment she reached out with her own. Desire flared as the kiss became deeper, and his hands came up to hold her waist. Something about his hands there made her want to abandon all control.

His right hand slid up her back, and then back down as her lips lingered on his. She put her weight on one hand and let the other one wander down his cheek. She moved it lower, down his chest, where she found his nipple. Her fingers grazed over it and his hips jerked beneath her.

Ah, a spot he liked, she thought and moved her hand back to flick at the tiny bud. He inhaled sharply, so she decided to try something else. She moved her head down and slid a little lower on his body. Her tongue flicked out to tease at the dark flesh before she took it between her teeth and sucked.

“Oh, now you can’t be doing that too many times, baby.” He pulled away with a moan. “That will get you in trouble.”

“Trouble, huh?” she asked as she wiped her mouth. “What kind of trouble?”

“The kind you aren’t getting yet. Behave.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“I’ll pin you down to the bed and make you scream my name instead.” He said it with a raised eyebrow, but there was a spark of mirth there that made his lips twist.

“I see,” she said after a second to think. “Fine then.”

She loved the images his comment brought to mind, but she really did want to explore him. With a sigh, she moved down a little further. His stomach was flat, hard, and as smooth as his chest. Her hands flattened out on the plain and then moved down his hips. How far would he let her go?

She ran her fingers beneath the sheet and pulled it down. She’d felt how interested he was as her body moved down his. When he didn’t move to pull the sheet back, she sat up a little, between his legs, and looked down at him. Thick, hard, and long, the picture had been really him, then. She bit at her bottom lip for a moment as she stared down at him. Unsure of what to do. With a tentative finger, she stroked the hot flesh, from the tip to the spot where his cock met his body.

She moved over him, fascinated with what he had on display. A hard, muscular body, all hers to use. She leaned on her left arm, over his right leg, and used her right hand to cup the round globes beneath his erection. That made him hiss again and she looked up at him.

His face was impassive, but not angry. She let the globes go and moved up, to wrap her hand around the thick part of him that held her attention now. Her fingers were at least a half-inch off meeting her thumb, maybe more. His hips pulled back as her hand moved before they pushed forward. His skin glided in her hand and she watched as he continued to move in her hand.

“Move your hand, Marie, stroke me baby.” His hand moved, but not to brush hers away. He showed her how to touch him, a little tighter, a little faster. She was fascinated with the feel of him. Silky but hard, with the occasional throb that made her eyes widen.

His hand dropped away and she kept moving her hand on him. A glance up showed his head back on the pillow, jaw tight as he tried to control himself. He looked like a god there, with the perfect body, golden tan skin, and those eyes. Eyes that burned when he opened them, burned for her.

“Taste me, Marie. Now.” He ground it out between clenched teeth, and that tight feeling she was so familiar with came back. His hips stopped moving and she looked down.

The tip of his cock was slick, it helped her hand to slide along his length. The only light was a soft yellow light from a bedside lamp, and the room was filled with shadows. That drop of moisture gleamed in the low light, and she reached out with her tongue to lick it away. Salty, but not bad.

“Taste it, Marie.” The order was harsher, a sign of just how much his control slipped. He couldn’t even modulate his own voice now. That thrilled her so much her nipples throbbed with pleasure as her lips opened to take him inside of her mouth for the very first time. She inhaled his scent, his cologne mixed with something she knew was all him. Her senses were filled with him as he slid into her mouth, the taste of him on her tongue, the sensation of him in her mouth, the smell of his skin, and the touch of his body against hers.

This was what a man tasted like when he was in your mouth, a man that was every inch hers. She looked up to gauge his reaction and saw he was fascinated. He only looked away from her mouth to look into her eyes. Brown eyes met brown and she moaned around him, her body already itchy for his touch. She craved his touch, but she wanted this even more.

“Slow down, Marie.” He hissed the words out between his teeth. “Not too fast, it’ll be over too quick.”

She slowed her movements and sucked harder when he asked her to. He didn’t interrupt her too much, she let the sudden jerk of his hip or the way he groaned guide her more than anything. Every movement, every sound drove her to seek more until his hips danced under her in a rhythm she easily kept pace with.

“That’s it, Marie, just like that,” he whispered, his throat so tight she barely heard him. But she knew she’d found the right pace. She couldn’t take all of him, so she used her right hand and her mouth on him. “Fuck, Marie, I can’t stop, baby.”

She ignored the warning and sucked just a little bit… harder. He immediately responded with a deep, guttural groan which provoked a response in her. She moaned as pleasure shot down her body. Her own hips drove into the bed, but she didn’t notice, not when his cock pulsed in her hand and something flooded into her mouth. Not when his cock drove deeper into her mouth and his hands grasped at her hair. He thrust into her mouth over and over again, until he stopped, and something came out of his mouth that sounded like pain, or maybe oblivious capitulation.

She’d pushed him over the edge, and it made her skin prickle with goose-flesh. Amazing.

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Marie was still thinking about the way he’d just let go for a moment the night before. The sounds he made still echoed in her head, which only distracted her as she tried to clean the house. She’d find herself still vacuuming the living room, going over and over the same spots. Or she lost her train of thought as she cut up vegetables for the gumbo she had on the stove.

She paid attention to her mother, but Ruby seemed to be on a sleeping kick again. Around lunchtime, Marie finally focused and put thoughts of the night before away. There’d been no actual sex, but it was close. She went in to check on her mother and found she wasn’t breathing very well. Jane came in a few minutes later and examined Ruby.

“She’s not responding at all. I don’t think this is normal, Marie. Where’s the thermometer?”