Mafia Desire (Erotica)

When Gabriella called him back she indicated that she’d managed to contact most of the women and they were all going to meet at Catherine’s at 1PM for lunch. She asked him to arrive at noon so Catherine would have time to apologize. He thought an hour was a little excessive for a simple apology but he didn’t argue with her.

The door opened and Ben looked down into worried blue eyes. Catherine’s face was pink and on it’s way to becoming red.

“Please come in. Let me take your coat.” she said softly.

Ben slipped off his jacket and Catherine took it while he slipped off his boots. She led him into the living room and they sat on the couch. She was biting her lower lip nervously and glancing up at him from under her bangs. He waited for her to say something. He looked around expecting to see Gabriella but she hadn’t arrived yet. They were alone?

“Is Megan home?” he asked.

“No, she’s at her friends place.” Catherine blurted out.

He nodded and looked expectantly at her. She closed her eyes and she seemed to be taking a deep breath as she leaned towards him a little. It calmed her down and she smiled. When she opened her eyes she looked up into Ben’s.

“I’m very sorry for what I did to your mattress. I understand Gabriella told you what happened?” she asked quietly.

“Yes. More importantly she told me what you weren’t doing in my bed.” he replied.

“Weren’t doing?” she asked.

“You weren’t… having sex with someone… in my bed. I thought you had brought a lover into my house and used my bed. That thought was… disturbing.” It was Ben’s turn to blush.

“Lover? I don’t have a lover. I haven’t had sex in almost a year. Which is why that dream was so incredible.” she sighed, oblivious to the effect she was having on him.

Ben’s face was threatening to ignite. He wasn’t sure where to look. He was so close to her and everything about her looked so good.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“The most sensual thing I’ve experienced all year… maybe ever, was that kiss we shared in the hospital.” she said, looking at him with a desperate need in her eyes. “I really enjoyed that kiss.”

His eyes were immediately drawn to her sensual, plump lower lip. Even though he’d barely been conscious at the time he remember distinctly what it felt like, how it tasted, how much he’d wanted to continue kissing it. “Yes, uh, it was a really nice way to return to the land of the living.”

She slid a little closer on the couch. “Could I… could I have one more?” Her blue eyes seemed to fill his vision and he found himself lowering his face to hers.

Then their lips met. Just a tentative touch, a caress of lip against lip. No breath was shared as both seemed to be holding theirs. The second contact was firmer. He sucked her bottom lip between his and lightly slid the tip of his tongue along its smooth surface. He felt her tremble and gasp then she was straddling his lap and he was sliding his tongue boldly into her mouth where she sucked it deeper into her. His hands went around her back, his left up near her shoulders holding her against his kiss, his right at the base of her spine pulling her groin in hard against his. She whimpered when she felt his hard member straining against the fabric of his pants and crushed against her heat.

Then the doorbell rang.

The sound was like a bucket of cold water for Ben. A hard slap of reality. He pulled back from the kiss and had to hold Catherine’s shoulders back to get her to disengage as she clung and moaned. Her eyes opened dreamily and her need was still flaring in them. The doorbell rang again. Ben lifted her and set her back on the couch and stood up. His head was spinning.

“I’ll get the door, you might want to check your lipstick.” He stumbled away to get to the door before the bell rang again. He yanked it open and saw Gabriella standing there looking concerned. He pulled her inside.

“Here let me get your coat.” he said reaching for it. She turned in his grip and reached up to his mouth. She wiped her finger across the light pink gloss that was smeared across his lower lip. Ben froze as his brain finally caught up with him.

Gabriella looked so sad and a little lost. Then a determined look briefly crossed her features. She slipped her hand behind his neck and pulled his face down to hers.

Ben was immersed in the warm spice of Gabriella’s perfume and his head was floating away as her lush lips pressed against his. Her nimble tongue darted into his mouth and he captured it with his own and gently sucked on it. Gabriella groaned and crushed her soft body against his hard muscles. Ben’s body immediately reacted to the intense sensations and he gasped.

“Ben? Gabriella?”

Once more Ben was yanked from heaven by reality and blinked in confusion. His lower lip slipped from Gabriella’s mouth as he pulled back. Her perfume was still riding his senses and he looked around to see who had spoken.

Standing next to him Gabriella was coming down from her own body rush. She turned and saw her friend who was just inside the opening to the hall. Cat was looking at the two of them with nervous expression.

Ben looked at the clock and saw only fifteen minutes had passed though it felt much longer.

His legs began to shake as he’d maybe overdone it a little when he worked out and he wasn’t up to full strength yet. “Can I sit down please before I fall down?” he asked.

Catherine stepped forward and took his arm, guiding him back into the living room. She was about to seat him on the couch when Gabriella appeared at his other side and sat him in the middle with a women on either side.

They pressed up against him as they curled their legs up underneath themselves. Ben was starting to feel dizzy again.

“Gabriella, Catherine, please. I feel like I’m being buried in the most wonderful quicksand imaginable. I can’t think straight with you both leaning against me like that.” he said somewhat desperately.