Page 118 of Mafia And Maid
“Tired?” he murmurs.
I melt against him and nod. Without another word, Camillo steps back and carefully lifts Ethan’s sleeping body, then carries him up to bed.
The excitement of tomorrow running through me causes a smile to tilt my lips as I climb the staircase behind them.
After we tuck Ethan in, we tear off our clothes and climb into bed. And it takes less than a second for his body to wrap around behind mine. His lips find the juncture of my neck.
Despite my exhaustion and sleepiness, one brief touch of his lips and glide of his tongue across my skin makes it all vanish. Desire races through me.
“Mmm…why do you taste like frosting?”
I bite my lip to keep my smile from spreading. “You’ll see in the morning.”
He hums against my skin, his large hands gripping my hips and dragging me further against him. “You made something?”
“Maybe.”
“I can always find a way to make you tell me.”
I smile into the dark. And a thrill of need and want rushes through me at the idea. “Oh?” The warmth from his mouth washes over my throat and makes goosebumps pebble my skin.
His lips part as he continues to kiss against my jaw, my neck, up to my ear. “You sure you don’t want to tell me?”
His low voice caressing my ear only heightens the feeling building in my belly. A part of me wants to cave in—but another is far more interested in finding out his methods for making me spill my secret.
My heart pounds in my chest and thunders against my ribs as his fingers skim lower and lower.
What is it about this man that makes every rational and reasonable thought flee from my head? It makes me feel reckless and in controlall at the same time. But I only feel like this with him—like Camillo is slowly but surely mending something in me, putting me back together kiss by kiss.
“I can be really persuasive,” he whispers against the side of my neck.
“I don’t want to ruin the surprise,” I manage to gasp out.
And the haze in my head takes over as his rough hands trace a path down my body, igniting the heat within me.
Reaching my legs, he pushes his palms between them, forcing my thighs apart.
And his fingers skim over my skin as he nuzzles my neck.
The anticipation grows as I feel his warm breath on my ear, his deep voice sending shivers skittering down my spine.
"I’ve been looking forward to this all day," he whispers against me. "Looking forward to having you in my arms and stroking your sweet pussy…”
Pressing myself against his mouth, I hold my breath as I feel his fingers start to inch their way closer to where I need them.
My body trembles with each touch from him. And my eyes flutter in blissful anticipation as I silently beg him to touch me where I need it the most.
I let out a moan as he traces over my slick outer lips and growls at what he finds there. “So wet. You’re such a good girl for me…”
My breaths are shallow as he keeps one hand there while the other moves over my throat, then down to cup my breasts.
“Such perfect tits,” he exhales as he rolls a nipple between his rough thumb and finger, making it instantly harden into a peak.
With every touch, I gasp and tremble with pleasure.
He pulls me tighter into his embrace, his muscled body spooned around me as his hands keep playing with my body.
My head presses back against his shoulder. And I let out a small whimper as his finger swirls around my clit for the shortest second before returning to caress my inner thighs.