Page 11 of The Don

I stand over her bent back, seeing her the way I’d wanted her then — naked, vulnerable, shivering — if only we’d had the time. But we have more time now, and I take it. I watch her until she’s fidgeting impatiently, rolling her hips, rubbing her thighs together, whimpering.

“Please,” she whines again.

Her soft plea brings a smile to my face. I touch the skin above her waist reverently with just the tips of my fingers. I trace half the circumference of her torso lightly before slipping my hand between her legs. Her wet lips bring me literally to my knees.

I place one hand on the small of her back, anchoring her where she is while I massage her lips and clit. My cock is throbbing in my trousers. I’m so hard it hurts. I want her so badly that I press my nose and mouth between her legs, inhaling her arousal as if I need the scent of her to live.

“Fuck!” she screams. “Please!”

The need in her voice makes my blood go hot. I take a long lick of her wet pussy and know that here is where I am home.

She cries out in surprise before groaning deeply when I tease her opening with the tip of my tongue.

“Quest è il paradiso,” I whisper as I lick her between each word. I notice that her pussy tastes different than I remember. I wonder if that’s the pregnancy or my faulty memory. Maybe both. No matter, I’ll commit this to memory and every change in her body for the rest of my life. There will be time.

“Salvatore?” she cries out.

I want to ask her if my tongue is as good as she remembers, but I’m too busy devouring her cunt. I assume, though, that she’s enjoying herself by the way she’s leaking into my mouth and pressing her ass onto my face, shoving my nose between her soft cheeks. I grab her hips and lick up the crease of her ass. I refuse to miss a single part of her.

If I could drown in her come, it still wouldn’t be enough.

I need more.

I need to be inside her.

I stand and rip my belt open, unzip my trousers, and push them down my legs.

“Please,” she whines, and I nod, pushing my underwear just far enough down my thighs to free my dick and balls.

I shove my right hand back between her legs. I smooth my left hand up her hot, sweaty back.

Every touch makes her groan. “Inside me. Fuck me. Please.”

I cry out when the tip of my dick touches her wet lips. She’s so slippery, it would be easy to push my fingers — so many of my fingers — deep inside her, but that’s not what either of us needs. I grab the base of my shaft in a tight grip. Shae arches her back and wiggles her ass. I begin to push inside. She bucks underneath me and tries to push back faster than I want. I have to grip her with both hands at her waist as I slowly press inside of her, claiming her as I tried to do that day, even though I knew I shouldn’t.

This time, no part of my brain has to worry about the danger of taking her like this. I don’t have to fear what will happen if someone finds out that I’ve taken her when I can’t — shouldn’t — keep her, because it’s too late. She’s already mine, and she belongs with me.

I pull out of her, my dick shiny with her arousal. I use the tip to nudge her clit, trace her lips, and then leave a wet trail between her cheeks.

“Oh God,” she groans as I press gently at her anus.

“Could you, bella? Have you?” My jaw is so tight it hurts.

“Never,” she groans. “Please.”

If I were not already compromised, I would wonder again at how someone who seems plucked from my fantasies has stumbled into my life, not once but twice. But no one, not even me, could have conjured Shae from the depths of my desires. She’s everything I wanted, certainly, but I have a sneaking suspicion that she’s also the woman I need, and there’s nothing more dangerous in my line of business than needing someone.

But I don’t care. I didn’t care then, and I can’t even pretend to care now.

If someone were to tell me that Shae was crafted specifically by my enemies to ruin me, I would believe them, and I would welcome ruin in her arms.

“Later,” I promise us both. I drag the tip of my dick back to her pussy, pushing inside in one strong thrust. Being inside her again is like tearing myself apart, only to put myself back together again in a new configuration. We both shudder at this feeling of wholeness.

I pull out slowly, only to thrust back in hard again and again and again.

My hips slam against her ass, making all of the softest parts of her jiggle. I want to devour her, and I will. I bend forward and lick a path up her spine and then grip her at the shoulders, anchoring her writhing body so I can fuck into her with everything I have left to give.

“Yesyesyesyes,” she groans into the sofa, matching the rhythm of my thrusts.