Page 18 of Falling for the Mafia Dom
A loud, bark of a laugh erupts from me, and I slap my hands over my mouth as I continue to giggle.
“Are you drunk,piccolo fiore?”
I pull my hand from my mouth and giggle harder as I hold my thumb and index finger about an inch apart.
“Let’s get you to bed,” he scoops my unsteady body into his arms. I melt into him and breathe in his delicious tobacco scent as he carries me back to my room. Throwing back the covers, he lays me on the bed. I remain propped up on my elbows, waiting for another look at the white knight continuously rescuing me.
“Lyla was right,” I mumble as Sal works to remove both of my sandals.
“Right about what?” He indulges me.
“About me being attracted to you,” I fall back onto the bed, relishing in the soft sheets. Disappointment fills me; they don’t smell like him.
"I'll be right back," he smiles before disappearing for a moment, returning with a glass of water and a bottle of Tylenol. Sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand slides under my neck as he helps me sit up. He opens the bottle of pills and shakes two out into his hand.
"Open," the pad of his thumb drags over my lower lip. My lips part and my mouth opens as though I have no control over either of them. Sal's fingers slowly press into my mouth, and he places one of the pills on my tongue before he drags his fingers slowly along my tongue and over my lip causing my heart to flutter. The glass of water is lifted to my lips and Sal gingerly pours a little into my mouth.
"Swallow," I gulp hard at his command, swallowing back way more than just the pill.
"One more," he traces along my jaw before placing the second pill on my tongue. His deep voice and thumb slowly dragging over my lip cause a foreign and indescribable feeling to shoot through me as it makes its way between my legs. I squeeze my thighs together, a breathy whimper expels from my mouth. The corner of Sal's mouth ticks upward in response.
Lifting the glass to my mouth again, his other hand gently slides under my chin to slightly tilt my head back. He slowly pours water into my mouth, and I repeatedly swallow it until the glass is empty. His thumb slowly passes over my lower lip again as he swipes away a droplet of water, "Good girl."
Two little words. My breath shudders and I can feel my cheeks pinken as he says them.
Laying me back onto the pillow, Sal stands from the bed and pulls the blanket over me, "Good night,piccolo fiore."
I'm drunk...
...Or dreaming.
Or both?
He leaves the room and I am finally able to catch my breath. My fingers linger against my lips, and I think about his touch as I fall asleep.
* * *
"Good morning, beautiful," the soft words and large hands brushing hair from my face wake me from my sleep. Still groggy, I open my eyes to find Angelo in the dark, sitting on the edge of the bed. He is simultaneously kicking off his shoes and pulling his shirt over his head.
"What time is it?" I try to rub the sleep from my eyes as he slides under the covers in his pants, "What are you doing?"
"I don't have a lot of time before I have to go to work," he pulls off my shorts and tosses them to the other side of the bed, "But I want to make sure you'rethinking about me until I have time to take you out for a drink later."
"Angelo," I whisper as he kisses his way down my stomach until he disappears beneath the covers. His lips and tongue promptly tease against the fabric of my panties while he teases me. My chest is heaving by the time he hooks a finger under them to slide them to the side. Without a word, his tongue is traveling up and down my slit.
The flicks of his tongue alternate. Light and teasing. Firm and slow. Until he finds the perfect pace and amount of pressure. The one that causes me to moan and arch my back. Not wanting anyone else in the house to hear me, I clamp my hand over my mouth and visions of last night suddenly flood my mind.
The rough pad of Sal's thumb rubbing over my tongue and dragging along my lip.
"Good girl."
Thinking of Sal has me on the edge and I bite my hand to silence myself.
Angelo tosses back the blanket and momentarily replaces his tongue with his finger, "Don't do that, beautiful. I want to hear the sounds you make for me as you come against my tongue."
"I've seen how the old man looks at you," I whimper as he speaks and his finger slowly slides over my clit, "Let him hear. I want him to know that you're mine and you come for me."
"Yours?" I jokingly question with a raised brow, and he mercilessly returns his tongue to my clit. My fingers tangle in his hair as my teeth chew against my bottom lip, I quietly moan through the orgasm that consumes me.
