CARMELA
Islip into the bedroom, sensing Silvo’s tension as he removes his suit jacket. The events at the ball have left him on edge, his muscles coiled tight. I approach him from behind, trailing my fingers along the hard lines of his shoulders.
“You’re so tense,” I murmur, kissing the nape of his neck. “Let me help you relax.”
Silvo stiffens, then gradually surrenders to my touch as I knead the knots in his back. A low groan escapes his lips, and I feel a surge of power at eliciting such a reaction from this powerful and formidable man.
Emboldened, I guide him to the edge of the bed and straddle his lap, my fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt. His eyes smolder with desire as I expose his chiseled chest, leaning in to trace my tongue along the intricate lines of his tattoos.
“Carmela,” he rasps, his hands gripping my hips. “What are you doing?”
I capture his lips in a searing kiss. Our bodies meld together as Silvo kisses me back.
Sliding off him, I unbutton his pants and remove them with his boxers so he’s sitting there in nothing. I trail kisses down hissculpted abdomen. Silvo’s breath hitches as I take him into my mouth, his fingers tangling in my hair.
“Dio mio,” he groans, his head falling back.
I relish the taste of him, the power I hold over his pleasure. His hands grip my hair as I take him deep into my throat.
“Fuck, Carmela... you’ve no idea how good that feels.”
I hum in response, savoring the taste of him, feeling his cock throb against my tongue. His praise fuels my confidence, and I moan softly, the vibration eliciting a curse from him.
“That’s it, baby,” he grits out. “Suck my cock.”
His dirty talk sends a spike of desire straight to my core. I suck him harder, hollowing my cheeks, wanting to hear more. His hands tighten in my hair, guiding my movements as he thrusts into my throat.
“You like that, don’t you?” he murmurs. “You like having me fuck your throat.”
His words make me bolder, and I swirl my tongue, teasing the sensitive tip of his cock. His hips buck, and he groans, tightening his grip in my hair.
“God, you’re going to be the death of me,” he pants. “Keep going, baby. Take all of me.”
I moan in response, the vibrations sending shudders through him. He’s usually so in control, but right now, I have him at my mercy.
“Ah, fuck...” He yanks me off of him. “I’m close, so I want you to ride that dick like a good girl.”
I stand and shed my dress and panties before he guides me to straddle his lap. Our eyes lock as I slowly sink down, taking him inside me.
A shudder ripples through my body as we connect. I feel full and wanted, a fire igniting in my belly as we begin to move together.
We set a rhythm, our breaths synchronizing as we move as one. His hands grip my hips, guiding me, but it’s not about dominance this time. It’s about us, and the pleasure we can give each other.
With each stroke, I feel a connection forming—a silent understanding that this is more than physical release. It’s an unspoken language of touch and sensation that brings us closer.
Silvo’s eyes remain locked on mine as we move together, his breath coming in sharp pants. The fire in my belly spreads, coiling until I’m riding him with abandon, chasing the pleasure building inside me.
“You feel so good,” he whispers. “So fucking good.”
His words spur me on, and I rock my hips faster, chasing the peak that’s building inside me. He thrusts up to meet me, his grip on my hips becoming bruising.
Silvo pulls me closer, buried deep within me, and I gasp as he lightly spanks my asscheek.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he purrs. “Taking my cock so perfectly.”
His words send a shiver through me, and I feel my core clench around him.
“That’s it, baby,” he encourages, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. “Feel how hard you make me.”
