Page 23 of Mafia’s Dirty Secret

“Fine, thank you. I’ve just, never done this.” She looked down at her hands nervously. “It’s all new to me.”

“Don’t worry, Marie. You’re safe with me.” He took her hands and held them in his. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to do. Now, slide down next to me. I want to look at you. I’ve spent far too many nights dreaming about this.”

Her breath caught in her chest at his admission, but she did as instructed. Her heart began to race as she felt his hard body next to hers, so solid and soothing, but so nerve-wracking at the same time. She wanted to touch him, to throw herself over him and touch and kiss every part of him, but she was too afraid to move. What if she did something wrong? What if she hurt him, or did something she shouldn’t?

So, she let him guide her. Softly, he placed his hand against her hip. She started to breathe heavier, her eyes glued to his face. He looked curious, but not aggressive or disgusted. That was a good thing. She started to relax, and her breath evened out. His hand moved just a little, over her hip where it narrowed in the middle, and then up, over the outline of her ribs.

Desire flared within her as her nerves came to life. He was so close to her breast he’d only have to move his fingers… up… and he would cup the weight in his hand. Her nipples went tight, her toes curled, and she bit her bottom lip between her teeth to keep quiet. Just a little, Matteo, please move your hand just a little more, she thought to herself.

It didn’t occur to her to ask him, he was the one that knew how this worked, he was the boss, for now. She’d let him show her how to do this right.

She nearly groaned in frustration when his hand moved down her hip again, but his lips prevented it. His face came down to hers and she tasted his tongue against hers. Her eyes closed as the taste of mint exploded on her tongue and his scent filled her nose. His hand moved down, in a direction she hadn’t yet thought about.

Over the cotton pooled at her hips, his hand slid down further, to the place between her legs. She moaned up into his mouth, her hands now around his head to hold his mouth against hers. Something hot, red, and consuming took her over and she breathed heavily through her nose. Her hips jerked when his fingers flattened the cotton of her nightgown over her mound, and she cried out with shocked pleasure when he found something, something, between her legs that felt oh so fucking good.

He broke away from her kiss, at the same time something hard pressed into her hip, and she knew it was him, the evidence of how excited he was. She wasn’t totally innocent, after all, she had taken health class, and read a lot of books that involved sex. She’d just never had it.

“If you think this feels good, Marie, let me show you something even more spectacular,” Matteo whispered against her ear, hot breath against hot skin. His fingers moved, bunched the cotton at the bottom of her gently rounded stomach before they slid down again. Smoothly, along the silky skin of her body, his fingers moved. The sensation of his skin down there made her mind go blank. When the digits slid into her folds, found her slick and hot, colors began to flit into her mind, but she didn’t notice. All she knew was how it felt to have his fingers there.

When he found that spot again, captured it between his two fingers and tugged, she made a noise she knew must be obscene, but she couldn’t help it. It was guttural, harsh, and not at all feminine, or so she thought. The way he pressed his hips into her told her differently. He liked that sound that movement said. He wanted more of those sounds.

That’s when she stopped holding back, when she let herself go completely. Because if this felt that damn good, the rest of it must be more than she could comprehend. She wanted this, but she wanted the rest too. She wanted whatever that aching pleasure he now strummed to life within seemed to be driving her towards.

“Matteo,” she whispered his name on dry lips, her hands kneading the muscles of his shoulders.

“Soon, Marie, just feel for now, baby.” He moved again, this time to rest his head against the flat of her stomach. She heard him inhale and knew he must be inhaling her. Images, wants, needs, filled her head, as his head moved lower, as if he couldn’t resist that one little taste he wanted.

Marie let her head fall back, waited, breath held, as his lips moved lower, over her, into her. Her hands found his head, dug into his silky hair, and pulled as his tongue came out and licked her. It was anticipated, that sensation, but Marie had no idea how truly good it would feel, not until he did it, and when she groaned this time, she groaned his name.

He moved, then settled between her legs and opened her to him with his hands. One on each side of her folds, revealed all she had to give him. She knew she should probably worry about… something… but she couldn’t. All she could do was wait, want, need for him to continue. He looked his fill of her before he moved again, on his knees, to taste her all over again.

A strangled sound of need was muffled when he sucked her between his lips. A finger teased at her opening but did not enter her. She wanted him to, wanted to know what it would feel like to have a man penetrate her, but he held back. Her groan of frustration didn’t earn her anything but a harder tug of his lips on that area that felt so good.

She knew what it was called, but she’d never said the word out loud, had never meant to. She knew all the words, but she’d never thought she’d have a chance to say them, much less use those parts. Now, he had her flat on her back, knees up, hands clenched in his hair, as he used his mouth to make her…

“Fuck! Matteo!” She strangled the words out as something exploded, something down there, that pulsed straight up her body and into her brain. She felt muscles contort, and her body quaked as time after time, ecstasy wracked through her every nerve and cell.

He didn’t say a word, he was too busy to break the contact. And she was glad because she didn’t want this feeling to ever end.

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When she couldn’t take anymore, when the sensation became too much, she pushed at his head. Matteo swiftly moved his head away, but he didn’t leave the position he was in. She floated in some peaceful place where nothing existed but him and her.

She could feel his hot skin against hers, could feel the slight sheen of sweat on her skin. She heard the sound of his harsh breathing and knew he was just as excited as she was. Their breath slowed together, and when she could open her eyes again, she looked down.

“It’s not over, is it?” She knew the question revealed the truth to him when she saw his left eyebrow arch a little. She was a virgin, but she’d never said as much to him. Not until now, when her stupid question gave it away. He looked pleased, though, so she didn’t look away.

“It is for tonight, Marie. There’s no need to rush anything.” He moved her legs off of his shoulders and came up to rest on the pillow beside hers. “You’re different, do you understand? You’re sweet and kind, and so in need of love. You deserve to enjoy every moment that we have together, Marie, and I’m going to make sure of that.”

She felt torn now. That one phrase, so in need of love, had stung a little, but the rest? The rest was more than she knew she could hope for. She saw relationships come and go in this town, sometimes in a matter of days. People didn’t seem to want anything more than a moment of pleasure now before they went back to their cell phone or laptop. She needed to be loved, she knew that, and he’d said she deserved it. In the end, glee won out, and she smiled at him, happier than she’d ever been in her life. Even the moment when she opened the letter that said she’d been accepted to LSU hadn’t been this good.

“Thank you, Matteo.” She put her hand against his cheek and wished her nails were manicured, but then she saw his eyes and forgot to care. They were kind eyes, eyes of a man that would give her the world if he could. Did he love her?

It didn’t really matter to her right now. Love was something she didn’t know how to define anyway, not with her upbringing. She knew it was supposed to be something about undying devotion and lots of sex, and having babies, but what were the real emotions involved? She had no idea, and the maelstrom of emotions inside of her right now didn’t help.

“Get some rest, Marie, and just relax, baby. That’s all you have to do.” He tucked her under his arm, with her head against his chest. She listened to the sound of his heart, the whisper of every breath he took, and before she knew it, she was asleep.

Her dreams were filled with him, with the things she wanted to explore with him. They were fantasies of possibilities, and her mind drew solely on instinct to flesh the scenes out. It didn’t really matter what they did, the focus was purely on pleasure, hours and hours of it. The things they could do, the moments they could have, the places they could do those things in.