Fragile Longing by Cora Reilly
Iwas close to dying from boredom and I could tell from Anna’s strained expression that she was close to finding the same unfortunate end. We had been listening to the wives of a few Captains going on and on about the latest gossip for close to half an hour and had to pretend we were interested. Unlike me, Anna couldn’t even slink off. As the Capo’s daughter, she had to cater to everyone’s whims. I, too, was required to follow the social etiquette as wife of an Underboss and hostess of my husband’s birthday party.
I leaned closer to her. “Do you need another glass of champagne?”
She gave me a grateful look as I headed toward the bar. Bria waved at me from across the room, her black hair framing her face in a wild mane. After our dinner, we hadn’t tried another double date. The tension between Marco and Bria had been too awkward. Now, I only met her alone.
Grabbing two flutes with champagne, I returned to Anna and the wives.
“Has a date been set for your wedding yet?” one of them asked Anna. Since she’d turned eighteen a few months ago, the question had been floating around the Outfit constantly.
Anna took the glass from me with a mouthed thanks and gave the woman a tight smile. “No, actually, there isn’t. I’m still busy with college, and so is Clifford.”
“College,” the woman scoffed. “In my time, women didn’t go to college. They became mothers to beautiful babies.” Her eyes zoomed in on me, and I suppressed a groan.
She patted my belly, making my eyes go wide. “And? Is there a little one in there? You’ve been married for a long time, and your husband is almost thirty.”
Anna hid a smile behind her glass.
I swallowed a snappy comment. Danilo and I had been married for seven months and people were already asking about children all the time. Danilo and I had never really discussed children. He knew I took the pill and had never asked me to stop taking it. I assumed we both needed more time. I definitely did. “We want to wait a bit.”
Anna got me off the hook after that by steering the conversation toward a bad nose-job the wife of the Cincinnati Underboss had gotten.
I relaxed and sipped at my champagne, zoning out of the conversation.
“Busy with work again, your husband. He’s such a workaholic. I never see him without his phone,” Anna muttered in my ear.
I followed her gaze to Danilo who stood with Dad, Dante, and Samuel but he was typing on his phone. Goosebumps erupted on my skin and my core tightened in anticipation. Danilo sought my gaze before he jabbed his finger down on his phone.
A soft vibration spread in my core. My muscles clenched involuntarily around the small remote-controlled bullet vibrator buried deep inside of me. The stimulation was at the lowest level, a sweet taste of what was to come. The first time Danilo had asked me to put a sex toy inside of me while we were at a social function, I’d been terrified of anyone finding out, but soon I’d discovered the perks of our little secret. The vibrator was so quiet that nobody would ever notice it at a noisy party, and even if they heard the sound, they’d never think the sophisticated wife of an Underboss had a vibrator in her pussy that her poised husband was controlling to drive her to the brink.
Anna gave me a questioning look. “You look like you’ve just had an epiphany.”
I giggled and clenched when the vibration got more intense. “My brain’s starting to zone out.”
“Maybe we should head for the dancefloor to escape.”
Danilo was talking to Dante, seemingly oblivious to what I was doing, but one of his hands was casually stuffed into his pants, controlling my vibrator, my lust, and with it my whole body.
“Danilo’s busy.”
“Then dance with someone else. Just because you’re married doesn’t mean you can’t dance with others.”
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to dance with another man while small bolts of pleasure spread through my core.
I excused myself and headed for Danilo, despite Anna’s rolled eyes. I grabbed Danilo’s arm and gave my uncle a smile. “Hello, Uncle Dante.”
“Sofia.”
Danilo touched my bare back and the minimal contact of skin on skin intensified the sensations in my body.
“Are you quite all right? You look flushed,” Dante said.
Danilo’s lips twitched, and as if on cue he upped the vibration. I swallowed, my belly clenching. Wetness pooled between my legs and my clit ached for attention.
I smiled. “It’s a little warm in here. How about we take a stroll in the gardens, Danilo?”
“Would you excuse us?” he asked.
Dante nodded and returned to Valentina. Instead of leading me outside, we headed for the dance floor.
“Danilo,” I whispered. “I really want to be alone with you.”
“A dance first,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my ear.
I huffed but let him pull me against his body.
We swayed to the music. I loved dancing with Danilo, loved the feel of his strong body against mine, but most of all, I loved the look in his eyes, as if he wanted to devour me. His desire burned brightly and would have ignited both of us if we weren’t surrounded by people. I’d never imagined I’d experience this kind of pleasure, this almost boundless lust. I’d hoped for love and tenderness, but I’d never taken this into consideration.
Maybe because Danilo hadn’t seemed like a passionate man. He’d seemed controlled and only prone to angry outbursts. But not passion.
“You look distracted,” he murmured.
His controlled mask rarely cracked in public. Over the years, but especially in recent months, I had also perfected the mask of an unattainable ice princess. People considered us both to be cold and in control, character traits our families were famous for. In the past, holding up that appearance had been strenuous, as if I had to become someone else in public, an invisible prison, but Danilo had taught me to see it as a game of hide-and-seek. A masquerade where only he and I knew what was really going on behind the mask. We carved out our small chunks of freedom, undetected by anyone.
“You know exactly what’s distracting me.”
“You mean . . .” he murmured in a low, sexy voice and turned the vibrations up another notch. “This?”
I gripped his arm and shoulder, gasping softly at the rise in pleasure. Luckily, I usually couldn’t come without my clit being stimulated, which spared me an embarrassing orgasm on the dancefloor.
“Maybe we should get you a remote-controlled penis ring,” I teased in a whisper.
Danilo chuckled, his lips dragging from my cheek to my ear. “But unlike you, I can’t hide it when I’m horny. It’s sweet torture keeping my cock in check just thinking of how soaking wet you are.”
“I am,” I agreed. “My panties are drenched. I need you.”
Danilo released a low breath, his eyes practically burning with desire for me. The song finally ended, and Danilo led me away from the dancefloor.
After a torturous chat with one of his Captains and his wife, we finally managed to sneak away. Danilo led me to the guest bathroom and locked us in. I reached for his zipper, but he stopped me and pushed my back against the sink. “Lift your skirt.”
I grabbed the hem of my cocktail dress and pulled it up until my panties and stockings came into view. A wet spot was visible on the dark red fabric of my thong.
“So fucking wet,” Danilo growled. He took out the remote control and lowered the vibration, then he sank down on the closed toilet and dragged down my panties. In the silence of the bathroom the soft hum of the vibrator was unmistakable.
“Your clit is begging for attention,” Danilo murmured.
I stepped closer.
He gripped my hips. He stood and kissed me sensually until my toes curled. Pulling back, Danilo pushed a finger into my mouth. “Suck.”
I did, my gaze frozen on Danilo’s harsh face. Desire twisted his features and made him look like the man I remembered from the night of the masked party. But now I wasn’t scared or confused. This dominant, dark side of Danilo turned me on. I closed my lips firmly around his thumb and sucked hard. Danilo released a sharp breath, his lips opening as he watched me. It was strange sucking someone’s finger but also so unbelievably hot, especially because I knew what it reminded Danilo of. Danilo turned the vibrations up once more and I gasped around his finger. Our breathing was harsh even though we hadn’t done much yet.
Danilo slid out his finger and kissed me harshly, his body pressing into mine. I clung to him, as desperate for his touch as he seemed for mine. His cock dug into my lower belly. “I want to fuck your mouth, gorgeous.”
I bit my lip, my core clenching, increasing the delicious sensation deep within. I hadn’t given Danilo a blowjob at a social gathering yet, mainly because we always ended up fucking quickly, but also because my lips would be swollen afterward and would draw attention to what we had done.
Danilo upped the vibration, lightly biting my lower lip, his eyes full of desire. “Let me fuck that tight throat as a birthday present.”
“You already got a present,” I murmured before I dropped to my knees, no longer caring if my lips would be swollen. I tugged Danilo’s pants and boxers down. His cock was rock-hard and leaking pre-cum. Danilo cupped the back of my head and plunged into my mouth. I clung to him as he worked his shaft all the way in, past my gag reflex. He groaned as he buried himself deep inside me. His cock twitched.
“Fuck. I always have to stop myself from coming when you deep-throat me.”
I couldn’t say anything with him inside of me, but I squeezed his balls, causing him to hiss. Fingers tightening against my scalp, he slowly pulled out almost all the way until only his tip rested on my tongue. With his eyes locked on mine, he pushed back in and established a fast rhythm. My eyes watered and my lips and throat felt tender as he fucked my mouth, but I didn’t dream of stopping.
I was on the brink myself, so close to release I felt like sobbing. I wanted to touch myself, but even more than that I yearned for Danilo’s touch, his tongue, his cock.
Danilo grunted and hissed, his face completely out of control. Saltiness spread on my tongue and his balls tightened in my palm. He was getting closer, and my body answered with a new flood of wetness. “Open your mouth,” he growled.
I parted my lips wider and a second later his hot release landed on my tongue. He shuddered as his cock twitched, sending spurt after spurt of cum into my mouth. I swallowed eventually, then swirled my tongue around his tip. Danilo pumped his shaft in and out of my mouth, much slower than before, and then he stilled.
I pulled back, breathless. Danilo closed his eyes and stood motionless for a couple of heartbeats. I smiled. I loved it when he lowered his barriers.
He pulled me up to my feet and kissed me, our bodies flush together. He buried his face in my neck, his teeth nicking my skin, making me arch against him. My body throbbed with desire. I needed to feel him, to have him in me. The vibrator wasn’t nearly enough.
Danilo stepped back, the remote in his hand. “Lift your skirt.”
I did and Danilo edged down my panties. I held my breath, waiting for him to touch me. Instead, he turned up the vibration. I gasped, my pussy clenching. He ran his knuckles over my folds, barely touching.
“Danilo!” I begged. He got down on his knees and I thought he’d finally grant me release. Instead, he turned me to face the mirror. He parted my ass cheeks and licked over my crack. I moaned loudly then bit my lip. My face was bright red, my lips swollen, and desire swirled in my eyes. I looked completely wanton and I loved it. I jutted out my ass, giving Danilo better access. He straightened and pressed his thumb against my ass, using his saliva to enter me. “I want my cock in your ass.” My lips fell open at the sensation. We’d done some assplay before, mainly Danilo tonguing me or putting a finger into me during sex. Anal sex, however, we’d tried only twice, and it was still a sensation I had to get used to. I hadn’t felt much more than slight discomfort so far, but I had never been hornier than I was now.
Danilo reached into the drawer of the wash table and pulled out lube.
I gave him a disbelieving look. I sincerely hoped none of our guests had peeked into our drawers.
He smirked. “I come prepared.”
He squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his cock and spread it while I watched him, mesmerized. He reached for the remote and upped the vibrations once more until I let out a soft moan, my hips rocking with the sensation. He stroked my back and made me lean forward until my ass was propped up in front of him and I was supporting myself on my elbows on the marble counter, my face close to the mirror.
I was so desperate for release, for penetration, that I didn’t feel a hint of dread when he pressed up to me, his shaft parting my ass cheeks. When his tip nudged my crack, he kissed my shoulder blade and cupped my sex, pressing against my clit. I moaned again, seconds from exploding. He pushed forward, sliding his tip into me at the same time as his thumb swiped over my clit. The pain sent me over the edge. I tensed, on the verge of splintering, and then the tight ball of my pleasure released like a seismic explosion. My body tightened and I whimpered as I came. Danilo grabbed my throat, jerking my face toward him for a harsh kiss to swallow my cry. As I rocked through my orgasm, almost insane from the vibrations deep in my core, Danilo worked his cock deeper into me until his balls pressed against my butt.
I panted, my palms flat on the marble counter, my forehead almost touching the mirror.
“Fuck, Sofia. I’m balls deep in your beautiful ass. I wish you could see it,” he rasped.
With his hand stroking my throat, his eyes pinning me down with their possessiveness, he began to thrust into me, gently at first but soon faster and harder, his balls slapping against the back of my thighs. Every thrust seemed to increase the vibrations of the bullet, and soon I could feel another release approaching.
The knock at the door made me flinch.
“Hello?” a male voice called.
“Occupied,” Danilo barked. Silence followed, but I couldn’t help but wonder if the person had heard us. I had trouble keeping my moans down and Danilo’s grunts, too, were unmistakable, as were the slapping sounds of his balls against my ass.
I listened for footsteps, trying to determine if the man had left.
Danilo bit down on my neck lightly. “Stay here. Your mind and body are mine.”
He accentuated his words with a flick of his thumb against my clit. I bit down on my lip, stifling a moan. I was getting closer when he retreated.
“Danilo,” I begged, but he only lightly traced my inner thighs and labia, the touch so fleeting it was sweetest torture. When his fingertips brushed my clit lightly, I let out a frustrated whine, but Danilo locked gazes with me and kept up his featherlight caress. Sweat glistened on his face and his shoulders flexed as he slammed into me. It was a sensation unlike anything I’d ever felt before, the feel of his length inside this part of me and the additional stimulation of the bullet vibrator in my pussy. My body yearned for release, my clit already pulsating with need despite the almost-not-there-touches.
The feel of my cock inside of Sofia’s ass and the distant vibration of the toy in her pussy let my pleasure skyrocket. It took every ounce of self-control not to come right away, especially watching Sofia’s face in the mirror. Her lips were red from sucking me off and her face was flushed. With every thrust of my cock, she rocked forward, her fingers digging into the marble counter. Her lips were parted, and every moan was sweet melody in my ears. I stroked her throat, then pulled her head back for another deep kiss, stilling a moment to really savor the moment of being buried all the way inside of her. The hum of the vibrator mingled with our panting. Sofia’s lashes fluttered before her eyes opened, staring right back at me. Goddamn, this woman.
I kissed her again and began thrusting. Sofia arched under another orgasm and I couldn’t hold back either. With a shudder, I came inside of her. My vision turned black for a moment, and I could barely breathe from the intensity. I let my forehead sink down on Sofia’s neck, breathing in her sweet scent. She softened under me and I traced my fingertips over her throat, feeling her racing pulse.
“That was intense,” I admitted, my voice hoarse.
“Remote,” Sofia whispered. I fumbled for the control and turned off the vibrations. We remained connected, and when I opened my eyes, Sofia was smiling exhaustedly. A few months ago, she’d cut her hair into a bob with bangs again and now it was all over the place. Her bangs stuck to her forehead and the rest of her hair stood out to all ends. Her face was red, her lips swollen. I smiled. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Mrs. Mancini. I love you.”
I paused, surprised by the words, not by their meaning. My feelings for Sofia had grown more every day. I was shocked that my pride had allowed me to admit to them.
Sofia blinked, then burst out laughing. Not quite the reaction I’d expected. When she calmed down, she said, “If I’d known it would take this to make you say it, I’d have let you have a go at my ass more often.”
I laughed, realizing the absurdity. I carefully pulled out of her and we quickly freshened up. Once we were halfway presentable, I pulled Sofia against me once more. “I mean it.”
“I know,” she said softly. “I love you, too.” I kissed her, then ran my thumb over her swollen lip. She traced it with her tongue, then took out a lipstick to cover up any trace of what we’d done.
“I liked it better when I could see what we’ve been doing.”
She gave me a coy look and unlocked the door, poking her head out. Then she opened it all the way and hurried outside. I smirked at her obvious worry of being caught and followed a few steps after her, giving her time to enter the living area alone. We’d opened the sliding doors to the dining area to create enough room for all the guests.
Marco waved me over and handed me a drink. “You look fucking delirious.”
I smiled. “Not delirious, just content.” For maybe the first time in my life, I felt really content.
He gave me a questioning look. “I told you marrying Sofia would have positive effects in the long run. A younger woman always gets your blood pumping.”
“Bria gets your blood pumping, too, but you don’t seem content,” I joked.
“Very funny. You keep your young wife happy and I’ll deal with mine.”
My eyes darted across the room to where Sofia was talking to Bria. When Sofia noticed my gaze, she gave me one of those secretive smiles.
