The Mafia Killer’s Wife by Rosa Milano

Twenty-Eight

Amanda

Ireach down and do as he commands.

He puts my fingers on my pussy lips, moving them slowly apart. "Perfect," he says in a growl. "Absolutely perfect."

"Be gentle," I tell him. "Please."

His finger slides into me. I know he's expecting resistance, wondering if I'm still intact. I don't know whether to tell him I've used toys on myself for a couple of years. Is that bad? Will he mind?

His digit stretches me wide as he moves, getting deeper with each gentle push and pull. When his finger is finally buried inside me, he leans forward, his tongue lightly flicking over my clit.

My whole body comes to life. Nerve endings fire that I didn't know existed. I close my eyes and lean back against the wall behind me. The water runs continues to flow down, helping to distract me from the sheer unrelenting intensity of the moment.

He thrusts gently into me, his tongue moving back and forth across my clit. He's an expert at this, using just the right amount of pressure, not too light, not too heavy.

I feel a pressure growing in me down there. I know what it is but this is totally unlike when I've masturbated in the past. It's like touching myself was moving on foot and he's bringing a Formula One car racing through instead. The speed of it shocks me, how fast I can get close to the edge.

He doesn't stop for a moment, continuing to lightly flick his tongue over my clit. My pussy starts gripping his finger, contracting around it, wanting more, wanting him.

"Fuck me," I say, the words falling from my mouth.

I wince, expecting him to refuse me, but he glances up and simply replies, "After you've come. Come for me, Mandy. Do it."

It takes another few seconds but I obey him. My body responds to his soft voice and gentle touch, tipping me over the edge as his tongue moves just fast enough to make it last forever. It's a climax like none I've ever given myself.

My legs go weak and I would fall on him if he wasn't ready. He slides out of me at once and catches me, holding me upright as I shake in place, my mouth wide open but unable to say a word. Bliss washes over me, waves of it that are more than I can take.

I come to in time to find him kissing me. His tongue is sliding into my mouth. I can taste myself as we kiss. He claims me with his tongue, his arms sliding around the back of me, his cock hard and hot against my stomach. I find myself grinding against him as we embrace. I want him more than anything in the world.

He turns off the shower behind me, stepping out, taking me with him, still kissing me. He stops only briefly to lay a towel on the floor and then he's lowering me to the ground. "Onto all fours," he says. "Show me that sweet ass of yours."

I do as he says, feeling more desirable than I would have guessed. I like thinking I'm making him that hard. I glance behind me, spreading my legs wide, pushing my hips back toward him. "Spread your cheeks for me," he says.

I reach back, my head on the towel and display myself for his approval. His cock is rock hard, and he strokes it as he kneels behind me. "Soon I will take that ass of yours," he says. "But not yet." He runs a finger down to my tight little hole, circling it slowly, dipping into it half an inch but no further. It hurts but it feels good, the same kind of pain as when he spanks me. A mixture of good and bad all at once, making the whole thing more intense.

He's kneeling by my hips, sliding his cock up and down the valley of my buttocks. "Fuck me," I say again. "Please, fuck me." Is this me? Someone who's never had sex before using these obscene words?

He moves the tip of himself to my pussy and I love the feel of the heat of it against my still recovering clit. He's only there for a moment.

"Ready?" he asks.

"God, yes," I reply in a voice I hardly recognize. It's a voice full of lust and hunger and he responds to it at once.

The tip of him pushes against my pussy. It's different to the toys I've used in the past. This is more real in a way I couldn't have defined in advance. He slides a little deeper but then he loses control and thrusts all the way into me.

I let out a cry and he pauses. "All right? Too much?"

"It's all right," I reply. "Don't stop."

He thrusts back and forth. My hand finds its own way to my clit, stroking myself frantically, needing another orgasm, greedy to reach a second climax before he reaches his own.

He alternates between fast and slow motions, driving me wild. Each time I reach the edge he slows down, keeping me from tipping over and I love and hate him for it.

"Onto your back," he says suddenly. "I want to see your face when I come."

He slides out of me, and I roll over. He looms over me like a human mountain. I can't see the ceiling past him, he's that big. He doesn't crush me though. He supports himself on one arm, using the other to guide himself back into me.

I groan into his face, and my open mouth is an invitation. He plunges his tongue into me as he thrusts his cock deep. My breath is swallowed by him, like he's trying to claim every single part of me. He moves his mouth to my tits, licking and grazing on my nipples while grinding his hips against me.

I claw at his back, staring up at him and wondering what I did to deserve this kind of treatment.

I always expected my first time to be awful. Damage limitation, apologize, move on. This is better than I dreamed it could be. He knows what I want without me even needing to say. It's like he can read my soul, like it's an open book he's devouring without putting it down.

He starts to thrust faster, his pelvis hitting my clit. I get a hand between us, stroking myself ever closer as he stares down at me. "I'm going to come in you," he says. "You ready for it." His words are a snarl, like he's turning into some kind of wild beast.

"Do it," I tell him. My own orgasm is seconds away. I know it's about to happen. My whole body is on fire already.

He thrusts all the way into me and I feel it happening a second later. His cock twitches deep inside me, spurting hot wetness deep into my pussy. My body responds, reaching a climax an instant after him, contracting around him, gripping his shaft, draining him of every last drop.

I'm still catching my breath when he slides out me, his cock twitching as he goes. He leans down and kisses me again. My eyes are half closed and I'm in a haze of pleasure, endorphins flooding my brain. I grin up at him. "Wow," I manage to say. "Is it always like that?"

"With me?" he replies. "Yes."