Anastasia by A. Marie

Anastasia

We spent the rest of the dinner talking about everything. It felt nice to discuss things in a civil conversation. What I loved most was how much we had in common. We both suffered a great deal of hurt but continued to be strong. We were fierce warriors, and even if he didn’t see it—I did.

On the drive home, he brought up my mother and asked how she was doing. Sadly, I hadn’t spoken to the facility in a couple of days. They wanted to limit her visits, but a small part of me felt like I was neglecting her.

How foolish was that? She neglected me my whole life and here I am growing sad on my ‘happy’ day just because I feel like I’m neglecting her. With a sigh, I glanced over at Valentino, who had just finished showering. I took a shower before him, even though I would’ve been happier if he had joined me.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. I laid back in his bed and shook my head back and forth. I wasn’t going to allow my thoughts to ruin my night. It was my day, I believe I had worked so hard that I deserved it.

“Nothing,” I answered.

“You started acting like this after I mentioned your mother,” he mentioned. Looking off to the side, I could only shrug my shoulders. I didn’t know if I was being selfish or if I was acting reasonably.

“Bambolina,” he called out. I turned to look at him before sighing at the look on his face. He walked closer until he placed his fists on either side of my head, and peered down on me as he held his weight.

“I’m overthinking again. I don’t know if it makes me an idiot to say that I miss my mum,” I whisper as he gazes into my eyes.

“An idiot? Impossible,” he said. I smiled at his words, wrapping my arms around his neck and bringing him in for a kiss. For the first time ever, it was slow and passionate. There was nothing aggressive about the kiss we shared, everything about it was perfect.

“I know a way that’ll make you stop thinking so much,” he whispered, pulling away slightly.

“Oh, yeah?” I challenged. “Show me.”

He pulled off the shirt I was wearing, discarding it on the floor. As soon as the shirt was gone, our lips returned to their original embrace. His hand wandered down to my panties, pushing them away.

I felt him kiss down my jaw, where he displayed his affection on my skin, wandering down to my neck. His tongue moved against my skin as he sucked it. My hands roamed up to knot my fingers in Valentino’s hair as my body arched all on its own as his kisses traveled even lower.

When he got to my bare breasts, his tongue swept my nipple into his mouth. He then flicked his tongue against my bud, which led to a tingling sensation deep within my center. My other breast was being kneaded by his hand.

He knelt between my legs. Starting at my knee, he kissed up my thigh. When he reached my core, he gently licked my opening, tasting my hot, sweet wetness. Then, Valentino moved back down to my other knee and started kissing again. I moaned with desire when he reached my pussy again. He slipped a finger deep inside of me and I arched my back with pleasure.

Holding my lips open with his fingers, he dove in, fucking my hole with his tongue. I moaned and purred from the incredible pleasure. He licked up my slit until he found my clit. He slid two fingers deep inside me as he licked and sucked at my clit. My orgasm was fast approaching when he abruptly stopped all contact with any part of my cunt. I moaned pitifully and thrust my hips up and out, hoping to rub against him. He grabbed my hips to hold me still on the bed and I tried to get him to release me. Eventually, I calmed down slightly and he was able to release my hips.

I pouted on the bed until I felt something hard press against my opening. I reached down and grabbed his enormous, throbbing cock and slid it up and down my slit, lubricating him and giving myself pleasure at the same time. He soon took over and guided his cock back to my hole. I spread my legs and he gently pressed forward, allowing just his head to pop into my snatch. I moaned with pleasure as I felt him begin to stretch my hot cunt. I spread my legs wider, encouraging him to push deeper into me. However, he stood still with just his head in my pussy. I moaned, begging him to fuck me, but he still stayed in place until I was almost crying with desire. He finally pressed a little deeper, releasing a low moan from me. I arched my back, and his cock slid a little deeper into me.

Valentino then pulled all the way out, and I opened my eyes and stared straight into his eyes. He could see the pain, the desire in my eyes, and guided his cock back into me. He pressed deeper and deeper until he was completely buried in my cunt. I moaned softly and savored the feeling of being filled by his amazing cock. He began to pull out again and I was so afraid that he would pull all the way out. I quickly wrapped my legs around him, forcing him back inside of me. He laughed softly, seeing my desperation, and finally gave in.

He started out slow, with long, deliberate strokes in and out of my dripping core. He quickly developed a rhythm that kept me moaning with pleasure. Soon, I was crying out as I felt my orgasm coming fast. I kept my legs wrapped around him, afraid that he might try to deprive me of another orgasm. Luckily, he wasn’t that cruel, as his mouth came into contact with my own. He was thrusting in and out of me at a slow pace. For some reason, it made everything more intense.

I cried out against his lips as I climaxed, and he began to go harder and faster. As I came down from my sexual high, he broke the kiss to move over to my neck as he began to pummel in and out of me at a faster pace. I was moaning and breathing heavily as I could feel myself growing even wetter around his cock.

He then licked my nipple before sucking the entire thing into his mouth. My eyes rolled back at the feel of him sucking against my skin as his cock slid in and out of me.

“Don’t stop,” I moaned. His mouth then moved over to my other nipple where he continued the manipulations. My body felt on fire even while he thrust in and out of me at his now leisurely place. It felt as though he was prolonging our moment together. The time played no factor in our lovemaking as he coaxed my insides. He was massaging my walls as I squeezed around him, never wanting it to end.

When his fingers went up to my mouth, I quickly flicked my tongue against them before sucking. His eyes grew dark as they shut momentarily before his pumping inside of me increased once again.

My body tensed as I came around him for the second time. My clit was sensitive and tired, leaving me to let out a small moan as he came. Shortly after, he began to grow limp inside of me, allowing me to catch my breath. I realized that it was the second time he had come inside of me, and being as kind as I was, I just decided not to comment on it.

He slid out of me with ease just before grabbing onto my neck and kissing me once again. I pulled away softly with a smile on my face while he grabbed the blanket and spread it out on top of us. I felt his arm around my waist before he lowered himself down and pressed his lips against my belly.

“Okay, I wasn’t going to say anything when you decided to come inside of me, but you’re really pushing it now,” I muttered, pinching his neck. He didn’t even care. To prove that my pinching had no effect on him, he decided to kiss my belly once more.

“You’re so annoying.” I smiled.

“I’m annoying because I want my girlfriend to have my children?” he asked, chuckling against my skin. Rolling my eyes, I moved to pinch him again, but he was quick to grab my hand.

“Girlfriend?” I laughed; his hand pulled me closer to him as I let out a sigh of contentment.

“I don’t want you to ever leave me,” he said seriously. I raised a brow as I looked down into his eyes. There was a sadness that shined so bright, it left a frown on my face.

“What did you say?” I asked, growing extremely curious. I knew his words were heavy based on the way his eyes held mine.

“I’m going to be out for a couple of days trying to locate Dmitri’s place. It won’t be long,” he stated. I watched him move away from my stomach and over to the other side of the bed. He switched off the lamp and then returned to lay right beside me

“Fine. Thank you again for today,” I whispered. He pecked my lips before pulling back. My arms were quick to wrap around him in an embrace. For the first time, he actually let me hold him in a way that resembled a hug. It felt nice.

“Don’t expect this treatment tomorrow,” he stated. I pulled away from him with an eye-roll. Turning over, I didn’t even want to look at him after that statement. He always managed to ruin every moment with his asshole behavior.

His hand was quick to grip my hip, wrapping around my waist and pulling me back into his chest. I didn’t care to look at him, my gaze wandered over to the window as the moonlight danced around the room.

“I was kidding, Bambolina.” He chuckled before planting a kiss on the back of my neck. His hand started to rub my stomach soothingly until I realized what he was doing. He was rubbing my belly as if it were swollen and round with a baby inside of my womb.

“Valentino, stop,” I groaned. He only laughed softly in response, continuing exactly what he was doing. Sometimes, I questioned why my heart seemed to care so much for this man. Maybe it saw what many eyes couldn’t—a broken boy scared to show how broken he truly was.

“What if I don’t?” he asked huskily. A smirk made its way onto my face as I turned to face him. My gaze fell to his lips before I brought my finger up to trace them. They were so plump and pink, everything about them was incredibly kissable.

“I’ll pinch you,” I answered, giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Oh, yeah?” he asked. Nodding my head with a look of confidence wasn’t a good idea. Instead of rubbing my stomach, he ended up using his fingers to tickle me. My laugh boomed, leaving me short of breath.

“Stop!” I exclaimed, trying to pull his hand away from my belly. No matter how hard I tried, his tickling never ended. My stomach was beginning to hurt from laughing so much.

“Val―I’m sorry―stop!” I called out. Finally, he stopped tickling me, and I sobered up with a few giggles.

“I had no clue you were so ticklish.” He laughed. I pushed his shoulder, leaving him to only laugh harder. The smile on my face never eased as I stared at him. He had a beautiful laugh. It was deep and rich—it was also a sound so rare that it left butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

“Don’t talk to me for the rest of the night,” I muttered with a smile still on my face. Actually, I didn’t want him to stop talking to me. I just wanted an excuse to get him to continue acting like he was more than just some mob boss. He was a man with feelings, and he was trusting me enough to be vulnerable.

“You don’t mean that,” he told me, burying his face into the crook of my neck from behind.

“You’re still talking to me,” I huffed, pretending to sound irritated. His hand ran down to my stomach, but just before he could actually tickle me, I managed to pinch him.

“Stop,” he told me, lifting his head up from my neck.

“You stop,” I responded. Our eyes met, both of us smiling like idiots. We were acting like kids, but it was perfectly okay. We were barely given the chance to be kids when it was time for us to be. I watched his smile slowly disappear. His eyes shed off a seriousness that caused me to furrow my brows.

“I love you,” he said.

I could feel my heart literally stop. I was so sensitive I felt the need to instantly cry. My smile grew even more as I turned completely around to gaze at him. He actually said that he—Valentino Romano—loves me.

“I love you,” I whispered before pecking his cheek. I pulled back and allowed my hand to caress his cheek before meeting his lips once more. “Thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me?” he asked. Suddenly, I felt myself grow even more emotional. I didn’t mean to say thank you, but it just slipped out.

“Thank you for loving me. I haven’t heard those words in―I don’t know how long, but I’m so happy to hear that I’m actually loved by someone again,” I told him, biting down on my lip.

“I should be thanking you for loving me despite my flaws. You’re an amazing woman, Anastasia. I’m sorry for not realizing that sooner,” he stated. My arms were quick to wrap around his neck as he held my waist.

Everything felt perfect, but all good things must always come to an end.