Page 80 of The Capo's Nymph
I know he means the one I’m wearing, and I quickly obey with his help, me tugging at the hem and him sliding my panties down until they’re twisted around my ankles. I feel short of breath at the realization I’m naked in the hallway. “The cameras?”
“I’m the only one who’ll see this and live.” He's deadly serious.
We’ve never had sex standing up, and I wonder if this will be the first time he’ll face me during it with the lights on. I’m even more wound up by the thought. I want to gaze into his eyes as he takes me.
But after I fumble with his belt and zipper to free his cock, he grips my hip, turning me toward the wall.“Nico.”
“Be still, wife. Let me please you.”
Any argument dies in my throat when he peppers the nape of my neck and spine with feather-soft kisses. Tension and desire coil through me. I want this man’s touch like nothing else on earth… even if his refusal to look at me during sex chips away at the girlish hope I nourish deep inside me.
He’s still dressed, and I look down to see his shoes on either side of my bare feet. He nudges my foot. “Lift one leg and then the other.” When I do, he frees me of my panties.“Belissima.Stay like this.” His strong hands take mine, placing them on the wall. His body cages me,and desire floods my senses at the thought of being taken this way, a fluttering excitement filling my belly and lower.
The tip of his cock presses against my ass cheeks as his mouth settles at my pulse point. He’ll mark me there. He’ll fuck me. He’ll make me forget my name. He just doesn’t want to look me in the eye when he does.
“Have you been taking your pills?” I nod, incapable of speech. “That’s very good,la mia dolce moglie.I can’t wait to see my cum dripping from your pussy.”
I shudder at his praise and filthy mouth as he guides his cock, pushing his way inside me.
I try to muffle my moans, but it’s pointless. “The guards will hear.”
“They may overhear their Capo pleasing his wife inside his house, but I don’t give a fuck what they think, and neither should you.”
He punctuates his words with a hard thrust, slamming fully into me and stealing my breath away. Nico’s hand snakes around my hip until he finds my clit. My eyes roll back as he massages it while fucking me hard and fast. There’s dark pleasure in the pain, a feeling I’ve come to savor. I love when he claims me, makes me his. But I would like to be held.
When I cry out at last, he follows me into the sweet abyss, both of us struggling to catch our breath.
Standing up during sex means gravity takes over quickly. Flustered, I try clenching my thighs together, worrying I’ll drip on the carpet. I still get embarrassed when I know Ersilia has changed our sheets after we’ve had sex. I wouldn’t want her to know about this.
“I could help you out,” Nico husks, his voice drenched with devilish amusement. He turns me to face him again, slowly sinking to his knees and staring at my pussy like a man dying of thirst.
“But you…”
“Yes. I claimed you one way, and I want to claim you in another. Let me lick you clean,tesoro.”
My pulse gallops, seeing this powerful man kneeling for me, understanding what he means. When I nod, he rocks forward, desperately kissing and licking my pussy, sending shudders of wicked delight through my body. One swipe of my clit with his hot tongue and I have to clench my fists to keep from coming again.
He pats my leg, my signal to spread them wider. Then, he really dives in, his entire face buried in my pussy with his free hand sliding up my thigh. He probes my entrance, and I close my eyes, savoring the sensations Nico teases out of me with his devotion and skill.
Slowly, he licks his lips, letting me admire his face for once. “All clean, my good girl. Now, give me more of your sweet honey,” he growls before going right back to eating me. He’s too good at what he’s doing for me to even consider refusing, and I come again… and again.
Soon I’m weeping, overcome with ecstasy and overwhelmed with fatigue, no longer able to stand. “Sit,” he commands, pulling my leg over his shoulder and directing me until I’m pressed between him and the wall.
Straddling his strong shoulders with his hands cupping my ass, he keeps me upright and keeps licking my pussy, wringing every last spiral of pleasure from me until I beg for mercy. "Please, Nico… I can't."
"We'll work on your stamina," he teases, but he's holding me. I'm a boneless heap in his lap.
“We didthat.Here,”I whisper, partly mortified but mostly surprised at myself. He kisses my ear, cradling my back against his chest.
Glancing down, I notice the knife sheath and remember what he did earlier tonight. “Have you ever brought your knife to bed?” I ask, curiously.
“I’ve slept with it, sure.”
“No, I mean forotherthings,” I say, twisting my neck around to face him.
My cheeks heat as his eyebrows draw together, ferreting out my meaning. He gives me a dark smile when he’s certain of it. “No. There’s never been a woman I trusted enough for that.”
I’m not certain if I like that answer or not. “You once warned me I would know your knife… intimately.”
