DeLuca (Mafia Romance)

I wiped my mouth on the sheet before crawling over her. A sense of pride bloomed in my chest as I watched her pant and whimper, coming down from her orgasm. I’d done that; I’d pushed her over the edge until she was sated and I was going to do it all over again.

Picking up her hand I kissed the finger that wore the ring I’d given her. She opened her eyes and her gaze automatically locked with mine. I trailed kisses up her arm, over her shoulder and along her neck until I reached the spot just under her ear.

“You’re gorgeous when you come,” I whispered hoarsely.

“Hmm, you’re gorgeous when you make me come,” she murmured.

“Is that so?” I laughed, leaning down to take her mouth again. I couldn’t get enough of her soft lips; they were puffy with overuse but they were perfection. I’d spent years wondering what her lips would taste like, and now that I was allowed I couldn’t help myself. I had to kiss her.

I situated myself between her thighs, skating a hand up her leg and over her hip, across her stomach and up between her breasts, finally coming to rest over her heart. The contrast of my rough hands against her soft skin was mesmerizing. My hands looked so big on her tiny body. She was so small, I felt like I might break her if I wasn’t careful.

Lowering myself to my elbows, I hovered above her, my body completely eclipsing her small frame. Raising a hand, I brushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear and kissed her softly again. I positioned myself at her entrance and pushed forward just an inch. Her tight walls squeezed the head of my cock making me want to surge forward, but I held back, slowly rocking my hips back and forth and working myself into her a little at a time until she was able to take all of me.

Once I was fully seated inside her, I paused, letting her adjust while I took a couple of steadying breaths. Her walls were fisting me so tightly it was almost uncomfortable and I felt like I was going to go off at any second if I didn’t calm down.

Before too long she started to gently pitch her hips forward in an effort to get some friction. Answering her silent plea, I began to move, slow at first and building to a steady rhythm, her gasps and shallow breaths spurring me on. I couldn’t stop running my fingers over her neck, face, and through her hair; she felt like warm silk everywhere I touched.

Balanced over her, my forearms on either side of her head, I kissed down the column of her throat, enjoying the vibrations from her moans as I moved inside of her. Frankie’s hands slid over my slick skin, traveling over my shoulders, down my arms and back again, anywhere she could reach. She was learning my body, just as I had done to her earlier. It was as if we were both equally terrified that this would end, and we’d be left with nothing but our memories.

She started to pulse around me, which in turn, had the base of my spine tingling and my balls tightening before I was ready for it to be over. Sliding a hand between us I pressed my thumb to her clit, pulsing in time with every thrust.

I surged forward, picking up my pace just as her pants bled into moans. Finally, I started to feel her body shudder beneath me, her moans getting louder. I drove into her faster and harder, chasing her to the edge as much as myself. As soon as I heard the high pitched keening of her release, I let go, stilling and spilling into her with a grunt.

When I was finally able to catch my breath, I rolled us so she was splayed out, half on me and half on the bed. We stayed quiet for a long while, we didn’t speak. We didn’t discuss what it meant or what would happen. We just laid together, bodies intertwined, letting the silence speak for us until I rolled her over and started all over again.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

I groaned and turned my face away from the sunlight streaming in the room only to get a face full of coconut scented hair. Memories of the night before started to surface and I instinctually tightened the arm I had wrapped around Frankie’s waist. I pulled her closer towards me, her back to my front and breathed in the scent of her warm skin.

It took me a minute to realize that I’d slept peacefully through the night. Hell, it was the first time in years that I hadn’t woken up in a cold sweat with a thundering heart and visions of the things I’d done dancing in my eyes. She’d given me something that I never thought I’d get again. She’d quieted the demons and given me peace without even knowing it.

I trailed my hand down her body. She was warm and pliable, and most importantly, still naked. Lifting her leg, I rested it on my own thigh, opening her up to me. My hand glided along her smooth skin until my fingers found her clit. She stirred as I began stroking her lightly, her body moving in time with my fingers.

“Mmm, good morning,” she murmured into the pillow.

“Morning,” I grumbled, kissing her shoulder.

I played with her for a few more minutes, kissing her neck and dipping my fingers into her wet heat before bringing them back up to rub her clit.

“More,” she pleaded, pushing her ass against my hard cock. I wasn’t going to protest.

Lifting her leg higher on my own, I positioned myself at her entrance and slid in on a groan. I heard her breath catch in her throat as I pushed fully into her. I took my time, lazily pumping into her at a slow and steady rhythm. We moved together slowly, letting our bodies leisurely build towards climax. It was perfect. Our hips rocked together unhurriedly, until we both shuddered with our own release. We fit in every way. She was my home, where I belonged.

I winced when I pulled out of her, feeling the loss of her around me all the way to my bones. Kissing her shoulder softly once more I rolled to my back, stretching out, completely content. I wanted to hold onto that feeling but I wasn’t sure how. Everything had been so intense last night as if neither of us could keep it bottled up for another second. But in the light of day, once the lustful haze of this morning’s activities cleared, all the ramifications of what we’d done snapped back to slap me in the face.

It wasn’t just the two of us in a room together. There were other people to consider-our families-Eddie. Lead filled my stomach at the thought of him. He was my brother in every sense of the word, and I’d have to find a way to make him understand because the alternative was not something I wanted to consider. There was no way we could go back to the way things had been; we’d all but spoken the words as we made love last night and this morning. Because that’s exactly what it had been-love. I’d worshiped her body last night and cherished it this morning. There was no denying my heart as I looked to the other side of the bed and took in her beauty-my wife.

“Frankie, we ne-” I started, wanting to ease any worry she may have, but she interrupted me.

“Don’t make it awkward,” she said quickly, pushing out of my arms and sitting up in the bed.

My heart shuddered, and I sat up. For some reason I didn’t want to be lying down for this conversation if she wasn’t with me; something told me it would put me at a disadvantage.

“Tha-” I started to respond, but once again she cut me off.

“Stop, really. I don’t want to have this conversation, there’s nothing to even talk about.”

“There’s not,” I replied in a monotone voice, sounding much less like a question than I’d meant it to. My stomach was sinking; the elation I’d felt when I’d first woke up quickly dissipating.

“Nope,” she agreed and then continued her rationalization without letting me respond. “It was just built up sexual frustration. You’ve been overseas and I’ve been too busy with school to have any sort of social life. We’re mature adults and it was just sex. It’s not like it meant anything; we were just two friends scratching an itch.”

Anger burned in my gut. She really didn’t give a shit. There wasn’t even a hint of vulnerability in her face. She was stone cold. I felt ice run through my veins, so apparently all the waxing-poetic shit running through my head a minute ago was completely one-sided.

“Right,” I nodded standing up and pulling on my jeans. “Do me a favor?” I asked over my shoulder.

“Sure, what’s up?” she asked adjusting the sheets around herself in an effort to cover up the body that I’d just been inside. More than anything, that move infuriated me.

“Let’s keep this under wraps; Eddie would be pissed,” I called out pulling my shirt over my head.

“Why would Eddie be pissed?” she asked slowly.

“Because we agreed neither of us would touch you, and obviously,” I said scanning her up and down, “I did.” It was a dick move and I knew it, but her attitude pissed me off, and for a minute, I just wanted to make her feel as shitty as she’d made me feel.

Her mouth dropped open in shock for just a moment, then her eyes narrowed and she started to scream. “Are you fucking kidding me? You guys made an agreement like I was fucking property?”

Shit.

“We just-”

“No! Fuck you, Enzo. Get the fuck out of my house!” she screamed, climbing from the bed and dragging the sheet along with her. She shrieked profanities at me while pushing me toward the front of the apartment.

I turned around as soon as we’d reached the front door, my pack having been unceremoniously shoved into my chest. “Would you calm the fuck down?” I yelled over her.

She went eerily silent. Squinting her eyes at me, her jaw locked down tight. “Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. House,” she gritted out in a deadly calm tone.

I’d seen pissed off Frankie, but this wasn’t her. The woman in front of me was enraged; livid even, and that was fine by me. She’d just taken something that I’d been sure was real and made it out to be meaningless.

“Fine,” I barked out, flinging open the door and stomping noisily down the stairs towards my car.

The drive back to Seattle was a blur, my mind racing over what I could have possibly misread. There was nothing, she was completely with me, present for every move, she’d wanted it just as bad as I had, but for some reason something had shifted for her in the light of day. Frankie had made our night together out to be a slip up, a lapse in judgment instead of our beginning.

To her, I was a mistake.