Page 57 of Nanny to the Mafia

“The whole day I’ve been dreaming about unwrapping you,” he said, his voice hoarse, “and it was just this pin,” he glanced over at the offending article, “holding this whole thing up,” he said as amazement flickered in his eyes.

He gave me a gentle shove and walked around me, wrapping his hand around the tail end of my saree. I turned to watch him softly touch the fabric.

“I don’t know if I should unwrap or not….” Anguish played on his face before he gave me a harsh twirl, folding the revealing yards of fabric to him. “I decided to unwrap,” he told me darkly.

Dropping the fabric, he commanded, “The skirt needs to go.” I wiggled out of my silk skirt, which enabled the saree to be tucked in.

A slow awkwardness rolled inside me, given my state of undress compared to his.

“Come here,” he growled.

When I didn’t move fast enough, he latched onto my ass, dragging me closer and lifting me up into his arms. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, my thin, transparent, ivory string touching his erection tauntingly.

He plunged into my mouth like I was his favourite dessert. His hands kneaded my ass roughly, pushing me closer to his thickness. He made his way to the bed, got distracted, and drove me against the nearest wall, rubbing himself against me. I moaned, wrapping myself tighter around him, leaving no air in between. I felt warm and wet, my pulse quickening. Lust, as I’ve never known before, rushed through my veins. I wanted him undressed. I tried to unbutton his shirt and got two buttons down before he grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head.

“No,” he grated. “I’m trying to go slow.” He murmured all kinds of incomprehensible Italian words while nipping on the side of my neck, moving along to my cleavage. His rough scruff left my skin prickled and needy. Pushing me against the wall, he tried to unhook the front opening of my bodice without success.

He pulled away, breathing hard, frustration ebbing off him. “Get this thing out.”

His dark, hooded eyes watched my nervous fingers slide the five invisible hooks. When my bodice popped open, his eyes jerked up to mine. “Naked? You were naked underneath this,” he croaked.

“It has a built-in bra,” I said timidly.

Jerking upright, he walked briskly to the bed and dumped me on it. He stood before me, his eyes hot and burning, drinking me in like he would his amber-coloured liquid.

Embarrassment clouded in from my nakedness. When I tried to scoot away, he grabbed me by my ankle and yanked me down, crawling on top of me. “What are you doing to me, mia cara?” he rasped, his mouth inches from one nipple. He dropped his mouth on it, sucking hard, biting it on the edges and pulling it up tight in between his teeth. It was pain mixed with pleasure that made my back arch off the bed and my toes curl. My other nipple stood out, calling out for attention, goose bumps filling in its wake. He obliged, lavishing his attention on it while pinching and soothing my over-excited nipple with his hand.

There was a wetness dripping between my legs, a need to be filled whirling inside me. I moaned out my pleasure.

Lifting his head, he gave me a heavy look and walked his hand down my belly. I watched him, my body humming with anticipation. When he slid down, I tried to flip away, but he wouldn’t allow it.

Sitting up, he held onto my knees, spreading them apart.

When his gaze met mine, his pupils were dark black and simmering with lust. “Fuck slow,” he muttered. Jutting his hand in between my legs, he split my beautiful lace string in two.

I gasped. I loved that piece.

“I’ll get you a new one. I promise. I just can’t….” He didn’t finish his thoughts before levelling my knees with the bed.

I tightened my butt muscles and forced my hips back. My lips down there were swollen and thick. Heavy with all the blood in my veins. Ready to combust. Yet he taunted me. Kissing the inside of my thighs. He licked the stickiness of my juices and trailed a path that went higher. The tension was going to kill me. When he finally parted my lips and kissed me, the relief was so great I jerked wildly. He licked and nibbled, creating a path around and ending on my clit. He sucked it into his mouth, cramping my toes into a permanent clench.

Shit!

All thoughts of decency deserted me as I grabbed hold of his thick hair, pulled at it, and jerked my hips. Latching onto one breast with his hand, he pulled and tweaked my nipple. Just when I thought this was the closest thing to heaven, he slid his fingers inside me.

Goddammit!

My eyes rolled to the back of my head. His fingers inside me, deep and fast, were driving me to fill a want I didn’t know I had. The hands on my nipple and tongue on my clit drove me to it faster.

Shit!

I teetered on the edge of something I couldn’t fathom. The ache inside me spilt, making my thighs clench. I jumped, and I shook as I screamed out my orgasm.

My voice was cracking like fresh paint on wet plaster. I couldn’t stop my shaking, but he wouldn’t stop fucking me with his fingers. He sat up on his knees, watching where his finger was, still pinching my nipple.

It was so damn hot to have him still fully dressed in between my nakedness.

I wasn’t going to come another time. I wasn’t.

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