Falling For The Mob

28 Love

Sam

Her comfort is more important than all the pleasure her body could ever give me. Her need to feel safe is important to me. This needs to be her choice, in no way influenced or pressured.

I stare down as I watch her chest rise and fall, every cell in my body craving to have her, yet somehow I manage to control myself. Softly my fingers caress her face. She radiates an innocence that takes my breath away yet still seductively taunts me.

"Yes, I'm sure."

Her hands vibrate with the nerves running through her body, but her voice is strong, and her eyes are clear as she answers. That is all I needed to hear.

Leaning back down, my lips take hers in a slow, tender kiss. I try giving her the time she needs to become completely comfortable with the situation. Even if she has given me permission, I must still hold myself back and keep control. Tonight will not be about my needs, though I must say they will be met either way. But this has to be to her liking. What she wants, what her body craves, I will give it.

With her, I cannot take what I want as roughly as I always do. I do not consider myself gentle, and the things I have been wanting to do to her for weeks closely resemble giving in to my primal urges. We have not properly discussed any of this, I have no idea if she has even been with a woman before. Either way, I will take care of her tonight.

Slowly my hands begin exploring her. As my fingers run across her perfect unmarked skin, I feel that overwhelming urge to tarnish her innocence.

Everything about her is good and pure. She releases soft whimpers and high-pitched sighs whenever I bite or nip at her skin. She scratches my back slightly every time I grind my hips into her harshly. The warmth she is projecting is enough to drive anyone insane.

Her eyes flutter open as I pull my lips back, showing me how dark and dilated her pupils are, yet I can still sense her nerves.

"Do we need to slow down?" Shaking her head, she smiles up at me sweetly. "Use your words, Dr. DeLuca." I need her verbal confirmation.

"I... I... Keep going." Her lips are puffy and swollen, her cheeks are burning red. This is my doing. For the first time, there is no need to deny how often I have pictured her under me in a similar position, I have been lusting after her for months. My imagination did not do her justice, every inch of her skin is breathtakingly beautiful.

"Sam?" She pulls me out of my lust-induced trance as she touches my face. "Are you okay?"

I have no idea what possessed me to act this way. This is just sex, something I am very good at. Quickly distracting her, I claim her lips, biting and sucking until she begins to react with the desperate need I am searching for.

Her arms desperately trying to pull me down to her body, her hips grinding up into me with every thrust.

I trail my way down, biting and sucking wherever I please, and by the time I reach her chest, she is already vibrating with anticipation.

My mouth waters at the view of her breast, only adding to the undeniable throbbing between my own legs. Not wanting to deny myself any longer, I take her right nipple between my lips and listen to the deep, throaty moan that escapes her as she arches into me.

Goosebumps erupt over my skin as I continue to divide my attention over her chest. Hearing her react this way is making it almost impossible to focus on the task at hand.

"Sam,... Please,... More."

I still have yet to really touch her, and she is already begging me. Her movement grows more impatient with every passing second, but I have waited too long to be rushed.