Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“I’m just teasing, sweetheart.” I replied, wrapping her in a hug and feeling a little guilty. I hadn’t expected that reaction.

“I know, but I didn’t mean to scratch you. Or say all that stuff. It’s embarrassing.” She mumbled into my chest.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed. I think it’s kinda hot that I had that much of an effect on you.”

“Really?” She looked up at me, unsure if she believed me.

“Seriously. It’s kind of an ego boost to drive you wild like that.”

“If you knew what kind of effect you had on me, your ego wouldn’t fit in the room. And you’re such a jackass as it is, can’t have you getting cocky on top of it.” She smiled.

“If I’m such a jackass, why do you love me so much?”

“I have terrible taste in men.”

“Ouch.” I replied as I swept her towel clad body up in my arms again and carried her back to my room. She helped me remake the bed with minimal difficulty aside from what was brought on by me popping her on the ass with my towel. That started a slight skirmish that lasted a few minutes before we got back to the task at hand. As soon as the bed was made, I was climbed back in and took her in my arms.

“Can it be like this for us all the time one day?” She asked, lovingly stroking my cheek with her hand.

“I certainly hope so.” I pulled her to me in a deep, passionate kiss. It was clear by now that I was forgiven for my towel popping incident.

Amy was smiling again when I paused to look at her beautiful face. Her smile made me smile until I caught myself and became self conscious about it.

“This has been such an awesome day,” she said quietly, “We went on our first date, we finally had sex, and now we can finally spend the entire night together.”

“It really has been.”

She rolled away from me on her side and drew her knees up. I propped myself up on one elbow, turned toward her, and stroked my other hand slowly down the length of her from shoulder to hip. It had been obvious that she wanted me to spoon her, but she didn’t complain when I elected to stroke her body instead. I let my hand wander over her, sometimes just petting her body, others rubbing it harder in almost a massage motion. With her knees drawn up as they were, her ass took on almost an inverted heart shape from the angle I was laying. I ran my hand over one of those magnificent curves, my fingertips grazing the underside of her slit and then her rosebud as I drew my hand back up toward her back. She didn’t say anything, but there was a perceptible change in her breathing for a moment.

I moved my body up behind hers, giving her the spoon she had originally wanted and began kissing her neck as my arm wrapped around her small frame. Part of my brain still marveled that I was curled up naked in bed with such a beautiful girl. She pulled my hand up and cupped it over the soft globe of her naked breast. Her nipple hardened against my touch as I gave her breast a gentle squeeze. A soft moan escaped her lips and she arched her neck a little toward my mouth. My prick, having taken notice, rose to the occasion and bumped her ass crack. She backed her ass up against me, trapping it between her ass cheeks in response. I groaned a little in appreciation and pushed forward so that my cock slid along her crack in a short stroke. That got a definite gasp out of her. I pulled my hips away from her to repeat the thrust and she moved her ass back toward me in protest. When I moved forward again, I felt myself sliding deeper between her cheeks than before as my shaft glided through her. She clenched her ass, her wonderful ass gripping my cock in place behind her. I let out a low groan and squeezed her breast, renewing my kisses to her neck. She was really gasping by now.

“You really do… uhnnn… love my ass, don’t you?” She groaned.

“I love every part of you, baby.” I replied, as she released her grip enough to allow me to continue grinding against her.

“Yeah, but you’ve always… oooohh… loved my ass. For years.”

“It is a magnificent ass. I couldn’t help stealing a look sometimes.” I admitted.

“I didn’t mind.” She said as she gave me another clench with her cheeks. “And I certainly don’t mind now.”

“It’s a good thing, because if you haven’t noticed… I can’t keep my eyes off of you these days.” I whispered in her ear just before I nibbled lightly on her earlobe.

“I like your eyes on me.” Amy replied, wrapping her arm up over her shoulder to hold my head close to hers. “I love your eyes on me. Your hands on me. Your lips… uhnnnn… on me. Your tongue on me. Your cock on me. In me.”

I pulled my hips away from her enough to slip my cock under her ass, moving forward again after so that it slid along her soft folds. She brought her knees up slightly higher and angled her ass back just enough for me to slide into her from behind.

“Oh yessss” She hissed as her hot pussy swallowed my entire length.

I rocked forward into her, sliding my free arm under her torso to be able to cup each of her tits in my hands. My lips planted kisses along her neck and jaw, while she moaned softly with each stroke.

“You feel so good, Amy.” I crooned in her ear, “I love being inside you.”

She smiled in reply, trying to mold her body against mine for maximum contact as we found our rhythm with each other. We made love to each other this time, unlike the urgent frenzy of fucking that had overtaken us earlier. Our hands explored each other more carefully, paying attention to how our bodies responded and learning each others favorite places to touch and be touched. We changed positions to me lying on my back while she straddled me. I loved watching her tits sway hypnotically above me while she rocked her hips back and forth over mine. She responded eagerly to my touch when my hands reached up to cup them. When her orgasm hit her, she arched her back away from me, thrusting her breasts harder into my palms. Her thighs quivered over mine, clenching me against her as tight as she could. She let out a long, shuddering gasp that sent me over the edge into my own climax, my cock releasing it’s payload deep into her convulsing depths.

Amy collapsed contentedly against me. She reached up and grazed her fingers along my jaw.

“We are so good together.” She sighed.

I was almost asleep when she slipped out of bed and padded down the hall to the bathroom. When she returned, she cleaned me with a washcloth that she dropped beside the bed and climbed back in with me. She spooned herself back against me, snuggling up as close as she could and I wrapped my arm around her. Her hand clutched mine between her breasts.

“Can we sleep this way?” I heard her whisper softly.

“Anytime you want.” I replied, my eyes closed but my nostrils taking in the smell of her hair again.

“That means every night.” Her hand gave mine a squeeze and she lifted it up to kiss it.

“Well… Anytime we can get away with it, at least.” Our less than ideal circumstances popped back into my half-asleep mind. Amy didn’t respond. My mind drifted off toward sleep when she brought me back from it one last time softly saying my name.

“Adam?”

“Yeah?”

“No nightmares this time, okay?” Her body shook a tiny bit with her chuckle.

“No nightmares.” I nuzzled her neck a moment and was asleep the next.

When I awoke the next morning, she was still fully nude and asleep in my arms. I stared, not moving, at the back of her head, the curve of her neck, the one exposed shoulder that was not under the bed sheets covering us. I found my mind wandering as I gazed at her. I thought about the little girl that I’d walked with down to the creek behind our home as a child and taught about the different types of animals that we’d see there. I thought about the little girl that would come home from elementary school with coloring books for me that she had bought at the book fairs with her own money because she thought I would like them. I thought about the girl, barely a teenager, who followed me to the skate park the first few times I went, thinking that I had not seen her trailing behind. I thought about how that teenage girl came running from her hiding spot when I misjudged a turn and launched myself into the air on a half pipe, knocking the wind out of myself when I landed on the bottom of the pipe. I thought about the cheerleader in high school who would go out and give it her all on the football field. I would watch her from the corner of my eye despite having no interest in the sport, whatsoever, content to drink whiskey John had stolen from his dad’s liquor cabinet and secretly brought to the game instead. I thought of the beautiful young woman that the little girl from my memories had grown into. And I smiled because she now lying in my bed, sleeping peacefully next to me.