Mafia Kings: Adriano: Dark Mafia Romance Series #2

It was the first time we really made love.

The rest had been sex – mind-blowing sex –

But this was making love.

He stood there looking into my eyes as he pulled off my dress.

I stared back at him as I unbuttoned his shirt.

The room was dim, with nothing but the moonlight coming through the balcony doors…

And besides him, there was little more than darkness.

In that moment, he was all I could see… my entire world.

When we kissed, it would be just for a moment…

And then we would go back to looking into each other’s eyes as we slowly caressed each other’s bodies.

His fingertips traced the curve of my breasts…

Slowly circled my nipples…

And not only did I feel the tingle of pleasure he gave me everywhere he touched…

I felt all the fear of losing him.

Like this was all I might ever have of him again –

And the sadness and the weight of it made everything that much more precious.

When you know this might be the last time you do something, you savor every second of it.

And I touched his broad chest…

His powerful shoulders…

His strong jaw…

His sensual lips…

Knowing that this might be the last time.

It made my heart heavy, like a lead weight was pressing down on it…

But it made me hang onto every second, every caress, like it was made of gold.

He moved me over onto the bed and laid down next to me.

He continued to kiss me softly…

And caress my body, my breasts, my arms, my neck…

And then he parted my legs with his hand.

He didn’t move on top of me, though.

His hands slowly traced along my thighs…

Up between them…

And softly caressed my pussy.

All the while, he kept kissing me…

Softly…

And then looked into my eyes.

While he was touching me, I did the same to him.

Caressing his chest… his neck…

His cock.

It was harder than I’d ever felt it…

Standing at the ready…

And I ran my fingers along its length, soft as silk, and felt it throb beneath my touch.

His fingertip ran along my lips…

Parting them…

Getting wet from my desire…

And then softly touching the hood of my clit…

Gently circling it…

Making me whimper softly as I got even wetter.

He was getting wet, too.

I felt the pre-cum beading at the tip of his swollen head…

And I used it to rub his crown…

To make his skin slick…

So that my hand slipped up and down the length of his shaft.

When he couldn’t stand it anymore, he moved between my legs…

And brushed the hair away from my forehead…

And kissed me…

As his cock pressed against my lips…

Then eased inside.

I gasped as I felt him slowly move inside me, inch by inch.

Our kisses grew more heated –

And I clasped his face with my hands as he sank deeper and deeper inside me.

Finally he was in all the way.

He put his strong arms under my body and held onto my shoulders…

And I looped my hands around his neck…

And he began to rock inside me, in and out, slow and steady.

But it was the kissing that affected me the most.

He hadn’t said I love you yet…

But every kiss seemed to whisper it.

Every gentle nibble at my lip…

Every caress of his tongue on mine…

Every time he pulled away to stare at my eyes in the darkness.

Emotions welled up in me – overwhelming me –

And I started to cry.

Not sobs –

No sounds –

Just tears slowly trailing down the sides of my face.

He looked alarmed at first…

But he seemed to know that they were good tears –

Tears of happiness.

That I was crying because this moment was so special –

That he was so special –

That this might be the last time I ever got to make love to him.

He kissed my tears away…

And when his lips touched mine again, I could taste the salt.

Still he moved inside me, never stopping, rocking back and forth…

The ridge of his swollen head stroking deep inside me…

Pressure building inside me…

And I began to come.

Not an overwhelming climax…

Just deep, slow, rhythmic contractions…

Pleasure gently building with his every movement.

My heart swelled, feeling like it might break and shatter into a thousand pieces as I stared into his eyes.

He quickened his movements…

Angling his cock so that he hit new spots…

And those waves of pleasure grew bigger, and fuller, and more powerful…

Until I was moaning with every stroke…

Clutching his back…

Raking my fingernails across his skin.

I don’t know how long we spent in that moment –

But finally he couldn’t hold back any longer.

The animal part of him took over.

He began thrusting faster – harder – deeper –

And all those slow, lovely waves of orgasm begin to climb high and fast –

And I whimpered every time he thrust into me, Oh – oh – OH – OH! –

And suddenly I was falling off the mountaintop, but upwards – up into the stars –

But I kept staring into his eyes, and he stared into mine –

And we came at the same time, him bellowing out my name and me screaming his.

I felt him explode inside me –

As I fluttered and shivered around him.

The aftershocks lasted a long, long time.

He kept moving inside me long after he’d come…

Staring into my eyes…

And I could feel the occasional swell of his cock, another spasm every four or five seconds…

That triggered little ripples of pleasure inside me, too.

When it was all over, he remained inside me… still hard…

And he kissed me…

And we stayed like that, not wanting the moment to end, not ever.