Page 22 of Maid For The Mafia Informant

With one of his strong hands, which I feel brush against the inside of my thigh, he holds himself fully erect and circles my wetness, gradually easing himself in so slowly I start to wonder just how much of him there is.

There’s a little extra tightness that I feel, and he slows down, giving me all the time I need before he’s all the way inside, and we both let out such a sound that if we were anywhere else I’d swear there were two wild animals in the house.

I flex on his thickness, uncontrollably at first, and he responds with definite and firm pulses as he tenses inside me, getting me used to his size until I don’t feel like I can’t control it anymore.

Before long, we both find a rhythm and a pace that we both love.

Ben shaking his head to himself, smiling so hard I think his face will split, but I know I’m wearing the same, mad grin as I grip him tighter and he pushes in and out, harder and faster.

We move like that for what feels like hours, with Ben showing no signs of slowing until he senses my own climax approaching.

It’s as if he’s held his own back, and he asks me between feverish breaths.

No, he tells me.

“I wanna put our babies inside you, Sophie. Tell me you want that too? I wanna fill you up and then fuck you, again and again, tonight, over and over until we both watch the sunrise.”

I grip him tighter and hooking my legs around him, I can only whimper and nod, trying to say something, but he knows my answer is yes.

It’ll always be yes with Ben.

I thought Ben was a master with his tongue, with his hands and his mouth. But when I feel him moving to climax inside me, at the same moment I releases mine, I feel him reaching me in a new place. Somewhere deeper than inside.

I feel like he’s touched my soul and there’s the sensation of the two of us becoming one single, bright light that I know will burn inside both of us forever from now on.Chapter TwelveBenTrue to my word, and grateful for the time alone together, Sophie and I have a magical first night alone.

I might not have made love to her as much as I’d have liked, but there’s time for that. We did watch the sunrise together though, and although a little tender, Sophie did her best to feed my appetite for her.

I’m not a neat freak, as I said. But apparently, her dad is, so my offer to make us both breakfast got the kind of reaction I wasn’t really hoping for.

We enjoy an order in breakfast instead, which suits me fine. Gives me more time to just hold her and stroke her hair, tell her everything I want to as I make sure she understands again just how much she means to me.

She’s mine now.

As the sun gets higher, it’s as though the darkness of the outside world I’ve tried to block out starts to creep in, all seeming to claw it’s way to her dad’s house.

We don’t mention it, not at first. But there’s an elephant in the room and one of its faces is the De Falco family, not to mention the entire legal system and justice department I’ve just given the slip by taking off from a secure, federally protected safe house.

Sophie doesn’t say a word, sticking to simpler things and making me feel how I must make her feel when she gets so shy, wanting to see and touch me all over.

It’s not a problem for me really though, and when it’s about to result in us heading back to her bed, the house phone rings, and I register the sudden change in her.

In a split second, she’s gone from fun-loving to almost terrified.

I rub her shoulder, telling her she doesn’t have to answer the phone, that we can go someplace else if she wants to.

She shakes her head in the negative.

As if in a trance, she automatically goes to the phone and picks it up.

We both know who it’s going to be.

At least, I think we do. It is his house after all.

I know we should be safe here, but I instinctively go to the window while she picks up the phone, I check the quiet suburban street and half expect to see a convoy of mob cars ferrying goons to come kill us.

But the street is empty.

It’s a quiet morning in a quiet well to do neighborhood.

And yeah. It’s her dad on the phone.

Why do I feel fifteen all of a sudden?

Sophie’s an adult, legally. She can make her own decisions, but there’s something in the way her old man’s behavior, even over the phone that makes me edgy too.

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