Page 23 of Bite Marks

Nunzio gritted his teeth. He would come again if she didn’t slow down, but that didn’t seem to be her goal. Her goal was to give him as much pleasure as he could give her. And it was new for him. The sparks that built with each of her motions began to create a cacophony of desire and noise. The pressure started to grow, Nunzio pressed himself up into Vanessa, and with one more loud scream, she arched her body backward and let Nunzio’s strong arms keep her from falling.

As she slid down his member, her walls contracting around him, Nunzio knew that the centering tension was about to release itself. He flipped Nessa onto the couch and drove himself into her one more time.

With a loud yell, he came and clawed at the couch cushions.

He shuddered and slumped into Vanessa.

And they lay wrapped in arms and legs, sweating, slick, and trying to catch their breaths.

Nunzio moved first, kissing Nessa’s stomach.

Vanessa brushed the hair off his forehead, her eyes remained closed, and her face relaxed.

“Well,” Nunzio said. “That happened.”

Nessa gave him a lazy smile and lifted her head.

“Yes, it did. And it did. And it did again.”

Nunzio kissed her stomach. He shifted and kissed under her breast, then on her breast, and her hands tightened around his arms as he took her nipple into his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue and rolled his eyes to look up at her.

Although she had a relaxed look, Nunzio could see the ghost of something else lingering. He thought it might have to do with her father but did not want to break into a serious discussion right now.

He wanted to make her wiggle, scream, and pass out from a night of pleasure.

He walked his hands up the side of her body and kissed her lips lightly. “Are you okay?” Nunzio asked, his hands combed through her hair.

She looked at him, smiled, and nodded.

“Yes, very much so.”

“Good. You ready for more?” Nunzio smiled wickedly. “Where have you always wanted to have sex in your place? We can make all those dreams come true tonight.”

“I guess the couch and the floor are crossed off.” Nessa threw her arm over her eyes. She was quiet for a few moments, then let her arm fall away. “I don’t know, I never thought about it.”

“Well, then.” Nunzio laughed and stood. He liked the way Vanessa looked at his body with appreciation. Her green eyes raked up his legs, arms, chest, and face. They landed on his manhood, and she sighed. Nunzio took that as his sign. “Why don’t you give me a house tour, and we can see what happens? You want to show me a good time in your kitchen, just say the word, ‘sweetheart.’”

Nessa laughed. “‘Sweetheart’ is the code word for when we don’t want to do something.”

“I didn’t forget. I think we should change it to something more proactive.” He reached down to take her hand. She placed hers inside his, and he was shocked at how small it was. She was such a huge presence, but her frame was much smaller. Even when they were having sex, she took up the whole room.

A shiver ran down his spine, thinking of what they had been engaged in only a few moments ago.

Nessa stood and pressed herself against Nunzio’s muscled body. He leaned over and kissed her deeply. She opened her mouth to his and let him know what the rest of the night would be like. He picked her up in his arms, not breaking from the kiss, and carried her into a different room. Before the sun came up, they had hit every room.

When Nessa woke the next morning, Nunzio’s arm was thrown around her, and his bare chest displayed all the ripples and bumps his tanned skin had to offer.

Vanessa placed a hand on her head. She wasn’t sure if she should ride the wave of what happened last night or run for the hills. But one thing was certain: she had broken her “no dating mob guys” rule and didn’t like that feeling.

TWELVE

VANESSA

Vanessa rolled over to face the beautiful man in her bed. A bit of happiness lulled her, and a heady feeling teased her mind. She wanted to place her hand on his face, to wake him by taking his penis in her mouth and making him writhe underneath her, but instead, she pushed all the desires away.

She didn’t know how to feel. She wasn’t supposed to fall for someone in the mob. Confused and conflicted, she lifted his arm over her and released herself from his incredible embrace.

Vanessa slid out of bed as quietly as she could. She looked around the room and saw the collateral damage from their insane night of sex. A smile perked over her lips, remembering everything they did, how much they did, and where they did it.

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