Running From A Name: One Shot

Part 2

Alma's thighs shook and she gripped Bruno's hair tighter. "Amore, I'm close." She whined. Bruno swapped his tongue for his fingers. Alma propped herself up from her elbows. "Bruno, come here." She begged. He continued his ministrations as he straightened himself. Alma embraced him. Her thighs squeezed him. She almost screamed as she came.

Bruno pecked her lips "I'm not done with you yet."

"I didn't think you were." She said while panting. The things Alma did to him. Her legs were still wrapped around him. He picked her up and carried her to her room.

When Bruno laid Alma on her back, she flipped him over. Alma unbuckled his pants and pulled them off. His breath hitched when she grabbed his erection. She pumped him at a tantalizing pace. Bruno put his hands on her thigh and tightened his grip. Alma lowered herself and took him into her mouth. Bruno moaned. He buried his hands in her hair. She hollowed her cheeks and bobbed her head. She was too good to him. As much as he wanted her to finish him off with her mouth, he wanted to be inside her more. He gently pulled her off of him.

Alma sat up on his lap and wiped her lips. "Is something wrong?"

"No, amore mio. You're making me feel amazing, but I want to make love to you."

There it was. The smile Alma reserved just for him. No jewel or gold could bring him as much happiness as that smile.

Bruno opened her bedside drawer for a condom. He ripped the foil package apart and slid the condom onto himself. Alma grabbed him and guided him inside her. Both their faces contorted from the gratification of joining together.

Alma laid her hands on his chest. Bruno put his hands on her hips to help her rock back and forth. His moans mixed with Alma's cries of passion. When Alma fastened her pace, Bruno clung to her hips. He freed one hand from his hold on her to play with her nipples. Alma yelped. She ground her hips into him harder. Bruno's eyes involuntarily shut. He threw his head back and relished in what she was doing to him.

Alma started struggling. She was close again. Bruno brought her down against his chest. He thrusted into her, sensual and deep. Alma's sounds filled the room. Bruno pumped into her faster. After several more thrusts, an overwhelming sense of touch, love, and pleasure washed over him. Bruno groaned as he came. Alma's release followed closely after.

Both of them were panting. Bruno tilted Alma's chin up with his finger and sloppily kissed her. "I love you."

"I love you too." She said before kissing him again.

When Bruno pulled out of Alma, he rolled her over to be on top. He peppered her face and neck with kisses. He also tickled her sides. Alma laughed. She tried pushing his hands away, but he dodged her and continued his tickle attack. Alma's eyes prickled with tears. "I yield. I can't take it anymore." She laughed harder.

"I won't stop unless you promise to be my wife."

"Okay, okay," Alma managed to say through her laughter. "You didn't have to tickle me to get me to say yes."

He kissed her forehead. "I know."

"Bruno, are you serious about leaving the mafia?" Alma asked suddenly.

She was referring to the promise he made her. "I am. I'm tired of killing people and being a pawn to the Boss. I want to live my life differently than this. Also," He brushed the back of his hand against Alma's cheek. "I never want you to be up at night stressing about whether or not I'm alive. I want you to have a husband with a normal job who does normal things."

Alma smiled. "Like?"

"Taking you shopping, starting a garden, or starting a neighborhood book club."

Alma giggled. "Neighborhood book club? I didn't know you wanted to do that."

"I'm just throwing normal things out there. And I want to come home to you every night without ever being covered in blood or bruises. I hate seeing the sadness in your face when you see me hurt. You've been around the mob your whole life. I refuse to make you a mob wife. You deserve a husband who isn't part of it."

Alma shed tears at those words. Bruno swiped them away with his finger.

"And you deserve a wife who accepts all parts of you and who can wait for you. I'll be here eagerly awaiting the news of that day."

Bruno kissed her. "Thank you, Alma." He removed himself from her. "Stay here for a bit. I'm going to go shower really quickly and then run you a bath."

"Wait, can I join you?" Alma asked.

"I'd love you to, but I have to clean the kitchen before Miguel, Emilio, and Isabella get home. And serve them lunch."

"You sound like me. Do what you must."

He pecked her cheek before leaving the room. He tied up and threw away his used condom. He jumped in and out of the shower then got dressed. He poured lavender soap into the bathtub as he let the water run.

Bruno gathered he and Alma's scattered clothing, cleaned the counters, washed the dishes, and prepared plates for her siblings. He made sure to cut Isabella's food into smaller pieces like Alma instructed him to.

The doorknob rattled. Miguel, Emilio, and Isabella strode inside with school uniforms on and backpacks. Isabella ran up to Bruno, her white pigtails bounced with every step. Bruno squatted down to catch her embrace. He lifted her and spun her around. She giggled.

"I missed you." Bruno said.

Isabella nuzzled her nose against his. "I missed you too."

Bruno high fived Miguel and Emilio. The events with Dino scared them, so Bruno tried his best to help them smile. "You guys want to play video games after eating?"

Miguel's face glowed. "Can I choose the game?"

"Of course," Bruno replied.

Emilio had the face of a starving lion as he gazed upon the lunch spread. "The food smells good. What did Alma make?"

"Actually, I cooked it." Bruno admitted.

"Huh?" They all said in unison.

"No way," Emilio said.

"You don't cook." Isabella added.

Miguel didn't say anything, but continued to look at Bruno in disbelief.

Bruno felt a twinge of embarrassment. "I did. Try it."

He put Isabella in seat and pushed her in. Emilio and Miguel took their respective seats. They stared at the food as if it were some foreign object. Isabella even picked at it. She never did that with Alma's food. Then again, Alma's food was amazing.

Emilio was the first to try it. He ate a piece of the salmon and chewed slowly. "It's good."

Taking his verdict as the go ahead, Miguel and Isabella ate a piece of their share.

"It is good," Miguel said.

"Alma's taste is better." Isabella said.

Bruno tried not to let Isabella's comment hurt. "I'll be back, I'm going to go check on your sister."

Bruno stepped into the lavender scented bathroom. Alma was submerged in the bath. Her features were relaxed. To him, Alma's relaxed state was the most stunning version of her.

"I heard them come home. Are they alright?"

Bruno kneeled against the edge of the bathtub. "They are fine and eating."

"How did they feel about the food?"

"They like it, but Isabella said yours was better, so I'm not sure if she likes it."

Alma snickered. "Considering where you started, you truly did a good job."

"Thank you," He said. He put his hand in the water. He caressed her inner thigh. Alma swatted his hand away. He reeled it back, feigning pain.

"You've had your fill of me." Alma reprimanded.

"And that fill will always be short-lived because I always want you." Bruno rebutted.

Alma kissed him. He passionately returned it.