The Mafia's One Desire

chapter 31: limits

Sofia Milan Chavicci

When I wake up with Alessandro beside me, at first I'm confused why I am completely naked. And then I remember. Holy fucking shit. He was incredible, absolutely fucking perfect. Out of the world amazing. He was kind and reassuring and sexy. Oh, god. Blinking my eyes to get used to the bright sunlight, I glance beside me to see the still asleep muscular sex god laying near me. 

He is faced towards me, his full eyelashes (that I'm definitely jealous of) rest gently closed. I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from smiling as I feel my face heat up as more memories of last night rush to my head. 

I giggle quietly, the hotness of the man next to me and the thoughts in my head doing nothing to calm me down. I cannot believe that I asked him to go another round. I rub my forehead, burying my face into my pillow trying to hide the squeal that abruptly erupts from my mouth.

"You sound happy this morning, amore."

I gasp in surprise at his voice, the huskiness sending ripples of arousal through me. He tugs me closer to him while rubbing circles on my hip. A low hum exits his mouth as my chest presses against his, his face lowering to my shoulder to tenderly place a kiss on my skin. I smile at him while running my fingers through his hair, pushing his lips down further south. 

A growl of irritation yet full of playfulness exits his throat, and in retaliation, I only snuggle closer to him. I feel his boner on my thigh as I grind forward. He lays light kisses along the tops of my breasts, tracing the hickies with his tongue. One of his hands kneads my right breast, the other tracing the length of my spine. Heat rushes to my face, and I know I'm blushing once again as his name gushes from my mouth.

"This is officially the best morning of my entire life."

I can't help but laugh at his wide grin. It's like I've been stuffed full with a bag of sunshine. My leg swings over his body, so I straddle him, my core resting on the lower part of his stomach. His hard, warm dick rubs into my ass, but I pay no mind to the slightly uncomfortable feeling. Instead, I lean down, tracing his tattoos with my lips when I usually use my fingers. 

His chest rumbles as he grabs the back of my head. He pushes my head downwards before using his thumb to open my mouth. He gives me a questioning look to ask if I'm okay with this without having to say a word. As my answer, I take his hot tip in my mouth, suckling on it as he did with my nipples the night before. He curses aloud, followed by my name, and I know I'm doing well.

I take him -- not fully because I can't -- deep into my mouth. My throat burns as he thrusts his hips up to meet my own pace. The trail my tongue along the bottom of his length. I'm not surprised when Alessandro grabs onto the back of my head tighter. 

His fingers yank at my hair sexily, my eyes burning with unshed tears. I push away from him, not at all liking the roughness he has with me. I'm okay with a lot of things, but I would rather not choke on his dick. That's not something I want to do. 

I clamber out of the bed, rubbing my arms to comfort myself. When he curses this time, it's not out of pleasure. He rolls off the bed and steps towards me carefully. His fingers brush my cheek lightly. At first, I'm unsure of his touch, but it doesn't take long for me to get comfortable again.

"I just said I would never fucking hurt you, and look what I've done. I'm such an idiot. I'm so fucking sorry. I pushed your limits and didn't listen to your needs. What can I do?"

I gaze up into his scared, worried, and melancholy eyes.

"I want to take control. I like you, love you, having control in bed. But I need to be in charge."