His Mafia Queen

Protected

His hand now trails lightly up and down each cheek, no longer punishing but rather caressing. Our passion has brought us to this moment — one where we are connected to each other in an unexpected way — and I surrender completely to the sensation.

He flips me back over onto his lap so quickly I barely have time to catch my breath. Now I'm straddling him again, dizzy and gasping.

He reaches around and undoes my bra, then sucks on my right nipple with the ferocity of a man who hasn't touched flesh before.

"Yesssss," is all I can moan.

My panties are half off, and I plunge my hand between my legs, needing a release.

Gabriel stops what he's doing to my nipple and seizes my wrist in his fingers.

"Sorry, no orgasms, babe. The doctor said no action down there."

"But—"

"Nope."

"I want—"

"I don't care."

"It's not fair."

"Nope. It's not."

I begin to kiss him gently, cradling his face in my hands. Maybe if I can turn him on to the point of total distraction, I can get off. I begin to rock on his lap, rubbing my most sensitive spot against his erection.

He grasps my hair in his hand and pulls, hard, until my head is inches from him. "You're not going to cum tonight. But I am. Get on your knees."

To any casual observer, this would be a sick scene, evidence of a toxic relationship. But to me, and probably to Gabriel, it makes sense.

This is us. This is the depth and the apex, the evidence that we desire each other more than any other human on earth.
And I wouldn't trade it for the world.

I nestle in between his legs and watch, rapt, as he slowly unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. He shoves his clothes down, revealing a rock-hard erection. It seems bigger than when I last saw it several days ago, and normally I'd crack a joke about that, but tonight doesn't seem like the night for that.

I take my time, slowly kissing and licking his hard length, teasing with my tongue and lips. He's already breathing hard, gasping as I take him deep into my mouth and suck with intensity.

My hands caress the base of his shaft as I move up and down his length, then I shift and slightly squeeze his balls.

He moans, his head tipped back.

When I'm done tasting I raise myself back up to meet his hot gaze and wrap one hand around him while the other teases the tip. I circle it with a slow draw before trailing my fingertips down his shaft again. His hips instinctively buck forward in response to every movement of my hands, evidence of how close he is to the edge.

I adore teasing him like this. Bringing him to the very brink of sanity might be my most satisfying accomplishment.

"Riley, fuck, put me out of my misery and suck," he demands.

I scoot up his body, making sure one of my nipples grazes his dick. Then I kiss him hard. "I'm also good at teasing."

I slide back down his body. By now, I'm so wet that my juices are coating my inner thighs. I have a plan for that, too, but I'm too busy teasing him with my fingers and my mouth.

After a few minutes, I remove both hands from his cock, only to replace them with wet kisses that transition into full deep throating as he moans loudly.

His hands seize my head, his hips thrusting upward as he fills my mouth with his erection.

Because his balls have tightened ever so slightly, I know he's almost ready to explode. Surely he won't notice if I shift my hand between my legs...

All it takes is two strokes of my clit for me to orgasm. I pull my mouth off his cock and cry out.

"Riley, goddamn it," he growls, commanding me to continue getting him off.

I latch onto his cock again and suck as I wring my own orgasm from my body. Within seconds, he's also crying out in his low, deep groan.

His dick pulses and spurts, hitting the back of my tongue. I concentrate on him, taking him all in, proving to him that I'm willing to give it all.

To him.

***

An hour later, we're both showered and in bed, the first time in what seems like a lifetime.

"It feels so good to be in this bed after the hospital," I groan, sprawling out like a snow angel on the big mattress. I'm going to sleep like the dead tonight.

"You could've been in this bed all night, you know."

I roll over onto my back. "Don't start this again. I'm sorry I went out, but I felt a little cooped up. And I was angry with you."

He flops next to me, his hair still wet from the shower. "You were angry with me? Why? What for? I didn't do anything."

I shift onto my side, studying his profile. He has no idea why I was upset. Why are men so thick sometimes?

"Yes. I was in a mood because you rejected me."
He faces me with a scowl. "When?"

I laugh because I can't believe we've miscommunicated this poorly. "After Catherine left, we walked inside together and all I wanted was affection. You pushed me away. You said, 'I can't be late for my meeting.' You've never let anything get in the way of affection. Or sex."

"Oh, Riley." His hand finds my waist and pulls me close. "The only thing I've wanted this past week was affection. But after that talk with the doctor, I realized we'd had too much sex. I made you sick because of my lust. I was feeling terrible about that today, and didn't want to, well, get into a position like we did tonight. I hope your infection doesn't come back."

"I'm taking antibiotics," I remind him for the third time. "But wait. You were worried that you'd fucked me until I was sick, and then was afraid to show physical affection?"

"When you put it like that, it makes me sound kind of dumb."

I open my eyes wide and blink at him. Then I begin to laugh. "Gabriel. Stuff happens. You are ignoring the fact that the doctor said infections like mine are common. Don't be so tightly wound. You're not dumb, you're just a worrier."

He reaches over and pushes the hair off my face. "No, I love you. That's all. It's my job to protect you, not hurt you."

I sigh contentedly and fold myself into his embrace. I'm glad we've made up.

Even the Catherine paintings aren't bothering me as much. Then again, I'm deciding not to think of those for the rest of the night. I'm in his bed, not her.

As messed up and unusual as our relationship is, it sure is showing me how immature I am at tunes, and how much work a partnership takes.

"Maybe I need to allow myself to be protected."