Mafia's Bloodline | 18+

49 - Breakup With B 🌶️

Kirill didn't hear what she said, he was completely entranced in watching her. He thought he was dreaming again and this wasn't real. He blinked, hoping beyond hope that she wouldn't disappear from his view. But there she stood, happily looking up at him and licking her sweet lips.

"Come on." She whispered and tugged on his hand as she escaped his grasp and walked down the street and he walked behind her, half clued in to what was happening to him. Was this real? Was this really her?

He caught up with her and hand in hand, they walked back to his car, not saying much to each other. But holding hands felt incredible for both of them. Like teenagers, that light touch stirred such deep emotions and desires.

The drive to Mia's house was silent but like always, Kirill opened the car door for her and helped her out. Appearing in front of him, their eyes met, anticipation and nerves stirring in both their chests. This was the moment, this was the right moment. He felt so nervous! He wasn't the one who kissed her first last time.

He had kissed so many women earlier in his life, making the first move felt so natural before but not now, she was special. She was the only one he wanted to kiss for the rest of his life. Her lips were the only ones worth kissing, the only ones he wanted to never let go. He stood watching her as she slightly smiled but made no movement forward. She made him weak, and he loved that. She was the only person on this planet he could be weak with.

Gently pulling into her, his eyes travelling from her eyes to her lips, he saw her slightly part them and he went for it, pressing his plump lips to hers and closing his eyes, falling into the sweetest and most delicious kiss of his life. He felt her slightly kiss him back and they slowly and uncertainly moved their lips together under the dim street lights.

It all felt timid at first, uncertain, just like a real first kiss, as if they hadn't done absolutely everything together before. An abyss, they both felt like they were falling, no sounds reached their ears and no light surrounded them, it was only that kiss, everything else was pointless.

Mia's mind working a mile a minute, she wanted him with her forever. She pulled away as she watched his drunk facial expression in front of her and happily tugged his hand to follow her. While she reached for her keys, she saw Bill round the corner onto her street,

"Oh, shit!" She laughed and quickly turned the lock.

"Wha-"

"Come! Quick!" She pulled Kirill into her house and he stumbled in and almost fell over. Giggling and trying to contain her laughter, she quickly shut the front door and locked it as she heard Bill shout her name.

"Is that Ben? What's he doing here?" Kirill asked amused, standing in the darkness of the hallway with Mia giggling like a school girl. She liked that Kirill kept calling Bill all kinds of different names, as if unable to remember, as if he was so incredibly insignificant. Mia knew he truly was insignificant.

"I told him I was sick. So maybe he's coming to check in."

Kirill didn't waste anymore time, he pressed Mia against the wall and smashed his lips with hers again once more but this time, his hands roamed her body hungrily as their lips intertwined.

They both heard a knock on the door but at this, Kirill picked up Mia and swung her over his shoulder as he kicked his shoes off and carried her upstairs while she laughed.

He brought her into the bathroom and standing behind her, took her hands into his and together, they turned on the tap and he began to wash his and her hands.

"I didn't think I would ever wash hands with a date together." Mia couldn't contain her happy mood. She felt him lean in to kiss her neck and lathered her hands.