Mafia Boss *Restricted Chapters*

Chapter 11.2 (wedding night)

As soon as they walked into the house and closed the door behind them, he had her pinned to that same door, his mouth latched onto hers, her lips so soft against his own, he heard her moan. He slightly bit her bottom lip and she opened her mouth with a gasp; he dived in. Their tongues wrapped around each other and swayed to their own rhythm, while their lips softly caressed and touched. He felt his groin stir and within seconds, his erection was pushing against his pants; straining to be free. He had to get them out of these clothes.

It was as if she was thinking the same thing, because she started to push his jacket off his shoulders and then went for the buttons on his shirt; one by one, she started to unbutton his shirt, then he heard a rip. She'd grown impatient and ripped his shirt open then slid it off his shoulders. In seconds, his suit jacket and torn dress shirt lay at their feet. She ran her cold, stained hands down his chest, he sucked in a deep breath; her hands felt good on his hot skin

With her hand on his chest, he could see the difference in their skin tone. While the Tuscany sun had tanned his, she remained creamy white. He wondered how she could remain so pale while living in the sunshine state of Florida. He reached for her zipper on the side of her dress and zipped it down; her silky dress slide down her smooth milky skin and fell in a pool at her feet.

He sucked in another breath; she stood in front of him wearing only a skimpy white, lacy bra and thong to match. The scene was turning him on beyond control. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he lifted her up, his arms holding her tightly against his body; she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist. He made his way up the stairs, while she pressed kisses down his chin and along his neck and collarbone

With every three to four steps he took, he pushed their bodies up against the wall, to devour her lips and quench his thirst for her. He pushed his hips into her parted legs, and she parted her lips and threw her head back with a moan. While still balancing her with one arm, he stepped slightly back so that there was space in between them. With his index finger, he moved her lacy thong out of his way, and with easy access, he slid into her silk opening. She clutched his shoulders tightly as she slowly started to move to the rhythm he created.

He tilted her head down so that he was looking directly into her eyes. As her core granted him the juices needed to slide into her easily, he watched with pleasure as her face flushed crimson. He wanted to laugh at how she could blush in front of him, in a time when they’re at their most vulnerable and intimate moments. He felt his erection straining against his pants, and decided it was time to get them to the room. He quickly proceeded up the stairs.

He kicked open their bedroom door and headed straight for the bathroom; they needed a shower. He sat her down on her feet, while he reached for the control panel, to get the water ready. He felt her fumbling fingers on his zipper, she unzipped his pants and with her smooth hands, she slid them to the floor. He stepped out of his pants as he lifted her up against the wall and placed her in direct contact with his most intimate area. She moaned against his mouth as he began to grind his hips into her, in a rhythm that set fire between them.

With her feet, she slid his boxers down, leaving him standing completely naked. With sneaky and speedy hands, he had her bra and matching thong off her body. She gasped out in surprise as he sucked a raw pink nipple into his warm mouth and twirled it around with his skilled tongue.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the glass of the shower fogging up; with sexual purpose, he opened the door and balanced his wife, while stepping into the shower. They both groaned as the hot spray of the water hit their skin. She rubbed herself against him and he could feel her silkiness against his skin; oh God, he wanted to take her now. He went against his gut and placed her on her feet; he should take things slow.