Page 159 of When She Tempts (The Fallen)
I lower her onto the mattress before I get on my knees at the foot of the bed. When she realizes my intention, she tries to pull me up, but I catch her wrists and press them down at her sides.
“Gio, there’s no time,” she protests.
My teeth scrape over her thin lace panties. They’re nearly transparent, and when my tongue brushes over her clit, she arches her back.
“Oh…”
I bite down on the fabric and rip them off her with my teeth.
She gasps and pushes up on her elbows. “Did you just…?”
Her earthy scent hits my nose, and I groan, pressing my face against her pussy. I feel starved for her. I always am.
Martina moans as my tongue disappears between her folds. “We need—oh God—we need to get back to the party.”
I give her a long, slow lick and glance up. “They’re having their appetizers. I’m having mine.”
She giggles, but the sounds morphs into a desperate groan when I wrap my lips around her clit and suck. I alternate between sucking and teasing her clit in steady strokes, just the way she likes it. I’ve studied all her likes by now. All her wants. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing her surprised expression when I do something new that makes her toes curl.
“Oh fuck, okay, I’m going to—“ Her fingers tug on my hair, and her thighs clamp around my head. “Ohhhh…”
I slip two fingers inside of her just as she explodes and feel how she flutters around me.
“Gio, I want you,” she pants. “Come here.”
My belt comes off. She sits up and helps me pull down my zipper, her hands frantic and desperate. When she looks up at me, meeting my gaze, I feel something shift inside my chest.
“I love you,” she whispers as she wraps her arm around me and pulls me closer. “I love you.”
We hold each other’s gaze as I sink into her. Our hushed gasps layer on top of each other. “Piccolina, you are my world.” My lips press to the upper swell of her breast. “You are everything.”
Flesh on flesh. Soft, languid kisses. Her heels pressed into my thighs. When she comes for the second time, she mewls and throws her head back, her eyes squeezed shut.
She unravels me. My release roars through me moments afterward, and I collapse against her body, pressing my face into the crook of her neck.
When we untangle a few minutes later, she eyes the ripped panties and sends me a reproachful look. “You go. I’m going to get another pair from my room.”
I kiss her temple. “Don’t take too long.”
She makes a show of peeking outside the door before slipping out, as if we’d get in trouble if we’re caught.
As she disappears down the hall, I run my hand through my hair and discover it’s a mess. I should probably fix it. Not that I care if everyone in attendance knows I just fucked my wife, but she might, and I don’t want to embarrass mypiccolina.
I dip inside a small bathroom I used the last time I was here and stand in front of the sink.
It seems like forever ago. Years, not months.
A lot has happened since I was here to pick Mari up, but in the last few weeks, everything has more or less settled. De Rossi is the don. Ras is his second in command, and I’ve been appointed as his senior advisor on matters of security.
There are a few loose ends. Nelo and Vito, the two idiot brothers, disappeared without a trace in the confusion after Sal’s death. I told De Rossi not to worry. The two of them don’t have enough braincells combined to evade our men for long. They must have gotten help from someone, though, because no matter how hard we've looked, we haven’t found any hint as to where they went.
They evaporated.
Wiped blank.
A part of me suspects they were killed, but without their bodies, we can’t be sure.
We decided to let it go for now, since there are more pressing concerns. Like smoothing things over with the Algerian suppliers that De Rossi cut out in the beginning of the war.
