Bella Mafia

Chapter 19

Vincent's eyes fluttered open as he recognized the sensation of being weighted down and then he felt soft lips on his neck, just below his ear and anyone who knew him, knew that was the key to getting anything you wanted, that spot right there.

He inhaled deeply, taking in her scent.  A slow smile spread across his face when the realization that Calli was not only still in bed with him, she was straddling his body and feasting on his neck.

Vincent moved his hands, taking his sweet time, down her back until he reached her glorious behind, cupping it, kneading it and squeezing it.  She felt so good in his hands.

"Hi" she murmured breathily, her lips moving against his skin made him shudder.  "Hi" he responded in kind, his voice still husky from sleep.  "What are you doing, tesoro?" he asked.

"Hmm" she started as she switched to the other side of his neck.  "I enjoyed what we did earlier, so much, that I wanted more" came her honest answer.  Vinny figured out pretty quickly that he would never have to worry about his woman being truthful with him.

If she could share that intimate thought after knowing him for such a short time, she would never hold anything back from him.

"Well, I'm all yours, bella.  I want to make you happy, Calli.  I hope you know this" Vincenzo told her as she sat up on him, her thighs straddling him.

"I know you do, Vincent.  This is just as new to me as it is you and I believe if we are just honest with each other and communicate, we should be able to make this work.  But for now..." her voice trailed off as he watched her slowly pull up her tank shirt and throw it to the floor.

"Merda" he breathed at the sight of her full breasts.  He'd seen a lot in his time, real and fake, but her's were about as real as you could get.  He figured she was a C cup, maybe a D and they were perky and fully round, her nipples were the color pale pink roses.  

"Touch me, Vincent.  Please" she begged.  Vincenzo placed both hands on her soft mounds and tenderly started to caress them, which made Calli moan and she sounded so sexy and looked sexy as she threw her head back and allowed him to play.

He expertly rolled, pulled and tugged on her hardened buds, his erection growing painfully hard beneath her.  He couldn't think or concentrate with her rolling her hips around on his, rubbing up on him and those noises she was making?  Oh marone, he wanted to come right there.

He'd never had any woman's body respond to him the way his woman's did.  He could feel her wetness coming through her underwear and onto his.  It was a godd*mn turn on is what it was.

Jesus if she could do this to him without the act of sex, he couldn't wait to have her completely.  He knew she would be so good and tight and the thought of her warm body sheathing him as he rode her was more than he could stand.

As if sensing that he was totally turned on by what she was doing, she stopped, stood up on the bed and right in front of him, modesty gone out the window, she shimmied out of her underwear and made it look sexy as f*ck.

Kicking them to the side, she slipped back down on top of him, now there was nothing standing between his body and hers except his underwear and now that she had no panties on, he could feel the heat being generated by their loins.

She somehow managed to make it feel like her folds were on either side of his shaft and when she started to move back and forth against his length, he could feel everything.

"Oh Vincent, God!" she hissed as she sped up her movements.  She was close, anyone could see that.  The way her plump lips were parted slightly, her ragged breath, the way she tensed her knees against his body, she was about to come on top of him.

Who was he kidding?  He was about to come too and it felt so amazing already he didn't care if he came in his underwear, he just needed the release.

"F*ck, Calli" he groaned as the burning sensation in his lower back started to build and about that time, she leaned forward and whispered "Come with me."  And that was it.  Both their bodies gave up and gave in to their orgasms.

He loved the way her body felt on his, heaving from exertion, her naked breasts rubbing against his chest, her sex still pulsing from their play.  He knew beyond any doubts that her body was made for his pleasure and vice versa.

"You okay?" she asked softly, her fingers moving lightly over his collar bone.  Vincent kissed her head and answered with "I'm more than okay, fiore.  You?"  Her sigh, signaling her level of satisfaction, was all the answer he needed.

"How much longer?" she asked, sounding childlike in some ways.  Consulting his expensive watch, Vincent said "About five hours.  Come.  I want to shower with you and then we can get dressed and eat.  I don't know about you, but I've worked up an appetite."  Her smile was to die for.

Vincent watched as she rolled off his body and now lay flat on the bed, her arms out, as if in complete surrender.  That's what he wanted more than anything, her complete surrender.  But only in bed.  Calli was such an anomaly and free spirit that he would never in a million years try to make her a kept woman.  She needed to be allowed to be free.

Before letting her out of bed, Vincenzo rolled over and straddled her, just taking her in, and believing that she was in fact the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen or been with and she was his.  He couldn't help but smile about that.

Even though she had no idea about the thoughts running through his mind, she returned the smile back to him and it was a thing of beauty.  He wanted to be the sole reason for her to look at him like that, always.

Leaning down, Vincent kissed her lightly and was about to pull away when he felt her hands slide into his hair and slightly tug as he deepened their contact.

"In a perfect world" Vincent mumbled against her lips "I would never let you out of this bed, but seeing as how we can't do that, I will settle for one more kiss."

She seemed ready to do that, but he stopped her and added one more stipulation.  "But, I want you to kiss me like it's the last time, Calli.  I need to feel all that passion that's trapped in that gorgeous body of yours.

I don't ever want you to hold back on me.  I will always want to know what you are feeling and thinking, whether it's in bed or not.  I need and want to know that you are satisfied in all things."

The minute he finished, he saw the immediate change in her eyes, they went from clear and bright to hooded and lust-filled as he watched her lick her lips and prepare to do what he'd asked of her.

Needless to say, after the kiss she gave him, they never made it out of bed or to the shower.  Not just yet anyway.  Vincent ended up pleasuring her again with his mouth and then she returned the favor.

He loved her beauty, passion, even her vulnerability and he was at this very minute growing more deep feelings for her and hoped with the passage of time and the more she got to know him, that she would feel the same way about him.  He needed her to.  He wanted more than anything to love her and be loved by her.