The Boss's Heir

Chapter 66

Cay heard a soft rapping at her door and drawing her robe tighter and securing it, she answered to find Carmine standing there, looking down and hands behind his back.

"Donna, the boss is about fifteen minutes out.  Everyone is fine and the situation has been handled.  I thought you would like to know."

Cay's body relaxed as her eyes closed.  When she opened them again, she found Carmine looking at her sympathetically and then flashed her an uncharacteristic smile.

He turned to go, when Cay stopped him.  "Could you make sure that this part of the house remains empty?  Please?"

He nodded.  "Of course Donna.  Have a good night."  "Carmine?" Cay said.  "Yes m'am?"  "Thank you.  For everything."  He bowed his head slightly.  "My pleasure."

Cay just kept saying thank you over and over in her silent prayers that God brought her husband and his men home safely.

She felt like a weight was lifted from her shoulders as she brushed her teeth and then her hair.  She applied the velvety lotion that Marco liked so much and prepared to greet her husband.

She checked their bed, making sure it was turned down, his scotch waiting and so were his sleeping pants. 

She was ready to receive him.

Hearing faint voices from downstairs, her heart rate increased and then she heard the door that led to the landing of their room close.

She went and stood at the top of the seven steps, waiting, and then he came into view.

His hair was damp looking and he was in his suit pants and black dress shirt, indicating he showered on the plane.

He didn't move, but she did, descending the stairs while his gaze took her in, greedily raking over her body from her feet to her head.

When she realized she had reached the floor, she was now standing in front of him, her back to wall, watching him close the distance, bringing his body flush with hers.

Cay placed her palms on his chest, his heartbeat indicating what he was feeling and it was the same thing she was experiencing, excitement that they were together.

Her hands slid smoothly the rest of the way up his body, letting them snake around his neck, drawing him to her, where her lips greedily took his.

Oh he felt so good, here in her arms, her husband, protector of their famiglia and her lover.

While their lips remained locked, her fingers found their way to the bulge that had steadily been growing in his pants.

"Fanculo" Marco gritted as she rubbed his c*ck, the feeling so empowering that she could make him react this way.

Her hand felt empty when she moved it to his belt, unbuckling it and letting it hang open, she moved the zipper down at an agonizingly slow pace, a groan slipping between his parted lips.

The buttons on his shirt were next as she started from the bottom and worked her way up until she got it opened, letting the real fun begin.

She turned them round, so his back was to the wall, while she lowered his dress slacks until they rested at his feet.

Her small hand wrapped around his girth, working him slowly, at first, up and down, twisting her wrist slightly, eliciting every emotion from him she could possibly get.

"Oh God" he breathed as her thumb spread the bead of moisture that had formed on his tip and then down his length, enabling her hand to glide easier.

She gasped when Marco grabbed her and turned her back to the wall.  Now it was his turn.  His eyes promising ecstasy.

"Merda Cay.  You are so f*cking beautiful" he murmured before taking her lips, his hands now at the front of her robe, pulling on the silken tie that kept her nude body hidden.

She shivered as the coolness from the room hit her heated body, her already erect n*pples rising even more to the situation.

His head bowed in silent reverence to her wanton bud, taking it gently between his teeth and flicking it with his tongue.

Cay's body arched in pleasure as he continued plying her and winding her up while one hand wrapped around the back of her neck, the other hand lifted her thigh, setting it on the bottom stair, opening her up to him like a fragile flower.

Marco let his hand glide down her satiny body, stopping momentarily to caress her baby bump.  "So beautiful" he breathed, before continuing on towards his ultimate goal, her swollen sex.

She was slick with her arousal, allowing him easy entrance, pleasuring her was the only thing on his mind as he pumped in and out of her.

Her whimpering turned him on, that and how she moved her hips against his hand, the heel of his hand applying pressure to her cl*t, giving her the precious friction she was craving.

"That's it baby" his breath hot on her skin.  "Let go farfalla.  Let me have your orgasm, Cay.  Come.for.me." 

Those were the last words she heard before her body exploded, as she screamed out his name, her moans filling the space they were in.

As she stood there, her back still against the wall, her chest heaving, Marco pushed her robe from her body, letting it pool at both their feet.

He took in her flushed appearance while he kicked off his shoes and then pulled off his socks, allowing him to step out of his pants.

He discarded his shirt, leaving them both naked.  "Turn around and put your hands on the stairs.  I'm going to take you now" he said, his words bringing sexy promises with it.

When Cay got into a comfortable position, she watched her husband take up behind her and then she felt his tip teasing her entrance, rubbing her bud, driving her crazy with need for him.

Pushing into her body, she groaned loudly at the full sensation his c*ck gifted her, his movements slow and tantalizing.

He was showing her just what he could do to her with his body.  His staccatoed breaths now were echoing where hers had earlier.

Both their bodies began to build, preparing for the great fall and it would be glorious.

"Oh God yes!  Yes, yes, yes!" Cay shouted, her sex milking him like never before.

"God*damn!" Marco roared as his hips bucked into her jerking wildly while his seed pumped into her.

Cay's shoulders shook softly, all of the emotion, stress and angst from the last couple of months being released, leaving her feeling depleted.

She felt Marco pick her up bridal style, carrying her to their room and placing her on the bed, joining her, he pulled up the sheet and blanket up around them, his body cocooning hers.

"Sleep baby.  We'll talk in the morning, si?" Marco said, kissing her head.

"Si, Marco.  Ti amo" came Cay's tired reply.

"I love you too."