Bella Mafia

Chapter 95

It was hard for me to believe that it had been six weeks already since the babies were born and every time I looked at them, their features seem to change.  Luciano seemed to look more and more like Vincent and Lorenzo seemed to favor me more but their mannerisms were their father's all the way and that made me smile.

Speaking of my husband, he came out of the bathroom, white towel snuggly wrapped around his hips as the water dripped from his hair, making its way down his muscled body, teasing me with each inch it took, making my core react. 

I was passed the four week period of abstinence and I was becoming a real cranky person because we'd not had any physical contact, other than kissing, in that time.  My body ached for and craved him, and if I didn't have him soon, I was going to lose my ever loving mind.

I made a decision, right there on the spot, that I was going to have him right now or go down fighting, so, knowing very well that my body had almost gone back to pre-baby size and weight, I knew I looked good and I was going to use that to my advantage.  Let the games begin!

I stood slowly from the bed, completely aware that I had his attention now and with that I pulled off my red tank shirt, leaving me only in my lace bikini panties and from the way he stopped mid drying himself, my plan was working.

I walked towards him, a woman on a mission, and when I was right in front of him, I hooked my fingers in the sides of my panties, slid them down and let them hit the floor.  Using my index finger, I put it right at the point the two ends of his towel met, that were keeping it together and when I pulled on it, his towel joined my panties on the floor.

Neither of us said a word and I figured from his body language, Vincent knew better than to ask me what I was doing, he knew what I was doing and from the looks of his member, he wanted it as much as I did.

Sliding my hands up his body, my arms found their way around his neck, clasped him tightly and brought him to my hungry lips.  God we'd kissed so many times before but it never had felt like this, a yearning, a pulling if you will.  The pull of your mate, that's what it was, that sensation that was buried down deep inside me that screamed 'mate' and I wanted him to feel it to.

"I do feel it, fiore" he husked against my ear.  Christ Almighty, how did he manage to do that every single time?  He always knew what I was thinking and could answer my questions before even voicing them.  "What are we going to do about it then?" I husked right back as I placed open-mouthed kisses on his chest.

His body hummed at my question, his c*ck twitching on my belly, telling me I was about to have my way and I couldn't wait.  Picking me up bridal style, he carried me to our bed and laid me in the middle, his body still hovering above mine and covering me like a shield.

I watch him get on his knees and scoot back until he was where my feet were, trying to anticipate what he was going to do next was difficult at best because he always kept me guessing and I loved that about him because it meant our love would never grow stale or stagnant.

He picked up my right foot, and placed kisses on my toes and the top of my foot, the feathery touch of his lips excited me.  Next he moved to my ankle and made his way up to my knee and then back down again, my body feeling the loss when he removed his lips.

I sighed inwardly when I saw him move to my left foot and repeat exactly what he'd done just moments before, only when he got to my knee he kept going, brushing my inner thigh with his lips and the sexy stubble on his face.

"God Vincenzo" my breath hitched from his attentions.  He was so incredibly close to my sex and I could feel the arousal pooling and slowly escaping my weeping core and it was all because of his touch.  I could never resist it and never wanted to.

"You smell like crushed, sweet flowers" he breathed, the moistness of his words skimming the entrance to my sex.  I thrust my hips upwards trying to get that connection between his tongue and my p*ssy but he was in a teasing mood and was going to make me wait for everything I wanted right now.

"So impatient baby" he smirked as he continued teasing me.  "Oh for Christ's sake, Vincent.  Please baby, it's been so long.  Please don't make me wait to feel you on my body.  It's where you belong, on me and in me" I could hear my own neediness and right now I didn't care how it sounded.

He took mercy on me and finally placed his lips where I needed them to be and that was on my folds, then his tongue traced my slit, causing an animalistic groan to escape my mouth.  He latched on with his teeth and gently tugged on my sensitive skin, my back arching with pleasure.

I was so completely happy with what he was doing that I hadn't noticed that his tongue had slipped into me a little further, increasing my need for friction, the friction his evil tongue would give me, if he ever chose to quit tormenting me with it.

"Tell me what you want Calli" his smooth voice rang out, while his tongue did delicious things to me.  "I-I want..." I hissed as he applied just a little amount of pressure to my swollen nub.  "Si, gattina?  You want what?"  Lord he was beyond teasing me now, he was being cruel but I loved it.

I reached down and grabbed his head with both hands and pushed him downward, just a little bit, getting more pressure from his mouth, and then said "That, that is what I want.  I want your tongue to remind me who is the boss of this body.  I want you to make me come so hard, that I scream your name in sheer ecstasy."  I knew that would do it and all I had to do was lay back and wait for it.

"You mean, like this?" he asked as his tongue hit its mark, swirling languidly in little circles but applying pressure harder than I'd felt before.  "Oh sh*t yes!" I cried as my orgasm built up, like a great damn, just waiting for the gate to be lifted so all the water could come rushing forth.

The moment he latched on and sucked and pulled my cl*t, that was it.  That action right there caused me to lose all reason and sense of time as my body broke down and I came like the great flood.

"That's it baby.  Give me all your beautiful juices" he murmured as he cleaned me up of all evidence of my arousal, my chest heaving greatly and my ragged breath pounding in my ears.  Jesus, Mary and Joseph what an intense orgasm!

I could feel him kissing his way up my body and the closer he got, the closer his c*ck came to my entrance and then I shuddered when it made contact with my still throbbing core.  Moving his hips slowly back and forth, letting his manhood glide smoothly between my folds, my body started building again.

Opening my eyes, I saw his beautiful ones shining back at me, telling me the story of his love for me, and then in one fluid motion, he was buried deep within my walls, his movements telling me he'd planned on doing this one slow.

By the time we'd finished, he'd made me come three times, to his one huge one and we lay tangled up in the sheets and each other, enjoying the closeness of our bodies.

"Hmm" I sighed, caressing his chest.  "You are an amazing lover, Vincent Siranni."  I enjoyed the deep rumble that came from deep within his chest.  "You make it easy to be, Tesoro" he remarked, kissing my forehead.

"Please tell me that it will always be like this" I said softly.  Lifting my chin, he looked deep into my eyes and said "I promise you Calli, it will always be like this, until I can no longer breath and I'm gone from this earth.  I will always love you like it was the first time."

I truly loved this man with all my heart, soul, body and strength.  I was his Bella Mafia and he was my Don.