THE MAFIA’S CAPTIVE ANGEL

Sin’s tongue gently brushed against mine, which made me feel more confident. I then took more liberties with the kiss and twirled my tongue around his. I felt the firmness of his chest against my skin as my hand moved down it.

“Touch me,” I told him softly. “Please.”

Sin’s hands went to my waist, lifting me up and towards the bed. He quickly followed, flipping over to cover me while bracing his weight on his elbows as soon as I slammed my back into the soft mattress. I felt his long body sink into the space between my slightly apart legs, and then, in a gesture that felt both unexpected and appropriate, I instantly opened wide to him. In comparison to my thighs, Sin’s boxers felt extremely thin and scalding.

He moved a bit closer, leaning in. “Maybe I want to keep kissing you for a bit longer.”

“That’s okay, too,” I said breathlessly, acutely aware of him.

He lightly ran his fingers over my face, as if memorizing my features by touch. Then he leaned in and kissed my mouth, his lips feeling light against my own. He then kissed my cheek, his lips skimming my skin until he reached my jaw, where he pressed another kiss.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

My chin was next, then my nose, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of his mouth on my skin and his weight over mine. I could feel the heavy heat of him cradled against my pussy and was half tempted to wrap my legs around him. Would that be too much, too fast? I wanted to keep enjoying him and his touch. If he wanted to go slow, that was fine with me.

Sin’s mouth moved along my jaw, and then I felt him take my earlobe in his teeth and gently tongue it. A gasp escaped me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Like that?” he asked softly, and he repeated the motion.

I bit back the moan rising in my throat and gave a small, jerky nod.

He nibbled on it for a moment longer and then slid his tongue down into the hollow underneath my ear and down my neck, causing shivers to move over my skin. His weight shifted, and I felt his cock press hard against my core, rubbing up and down against it. A whimper escaped my throat, and I automatically lifted my hips, locking my legs around him.

“Like that?” he asked again.

“Just like that,” I breathed, rocking my hips against him. He felt so good.

His hand slid between their bodies, and I felt him tug at my bathrobe. “Let’s take this off.”

I nodded, and he undid the knot. I raised it up slightly, pulling it from my hand before tossing it on the floor of the room. All the while, I felt him slide farther down my body, and then his mouth latched on to my nipple, tonguing it.

This made me moan; a jolt of pleasure moved through me at his touch. My hands went to his shoulders, rubbing, then digging my nails in as he flicked at my nipple with his tongue before moving over to my other breast and beginning to nuzzle it. A hot ache bloomed between my legs, and I moaned again, unable to bite back my pleasure. His mouth was so skilled. I raked my nails across his shoulders, encouraging him.

He sucked hard on my other nipple and then released it with an audible pop. Dazed, I stared down at him in time to see him lightly flick his tongue over the wet tip, then look up at me. “Your breasts are beautiful. I’ve been wanting to play with them all evening.” His hand gripped my breast, the thumb grazing my nipple even as he leaned over the other one again. “Watching them naked and glistening with water is quite enticing.”

At his words, I arched underneath him, thrusting my breasts in the air so he could have full access to them, and I was not disappointed when he pinched the tip of one at the same time that he licked the other. A bolt of pleasure shot straight to my core, and my legs tightened around his torso. My voice was breathy. “Nikolai.”

“I love it when you say my name,” he murmured, his lips moving against my nipple.

“Oh, Nikolai,” I moaned when he nibbled at the tip again. “You feel so incredibly good.”

“Let’s see,” he murmured, pressing a kiss between my breasts. His hand left my breast and skated down my belly, then lower, to my mound. A hot, thick finger slid between my folds. “Definitely wet.”

i was.  I was so turned on that I ached inside, my sex clenching as if it needed something or someone buried deep within me. “Oh, god.”

“Nikolai,” he murmured, and nipped my breast even as he slid that finger in and out of my pussy. “I want you to say my name again while I’m touching you.”

“Nikolai,” I breathed, the word turning into a whimper when his slick finger moved to my core and began to rub it. My hips rocked involuntarily, and I clung to his shoulders, my nails digging into the tattoo on his biceps. His touch felt so amazing that my entire body seemed like one big bundle of nerve endings, and they were all connected to my core that he was rubbing and rolling under his fingers. Hot tension began to climb through my body, and I moaned low in my throat, my legs tightening around him. “I’m going to…”

“Come.”  He made it sound more like a command than a question, and as he spoke, his fingers worked over my core even faster, circling quickly.

I cried out as my entire body stiffened in my orgasm, then bit my lip to hold back as he continued to rub at my core in slow, teasing circles that made my orgasm seem to last forever. My entire body was quivering when I finally came down.

“Um,” I breathed, removing my hand when I noticed my nails had left a mark on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”

He leaned in and kissed me, hard and possessive. “About what?”

“Y-your shoulder,” I said, bewildered. “I’m hurting you.”

“You’re not hurting me, Mani,” he said, and kissed me hungrily again, making the flames lick through my belly once more. With his hand, he dragged my arms back around his neck and then flexed his hips, surging forward until his cock rested against my naked pussy and rubbed there. He was incredibly hard and thick, and I made a low whimper at the feel of him through his boxers. “I want you to keep touching me. I don’t care if you claw up my back.” He tugged at my lower lip with his teeth and then whispered against my mouth.

“I love how you react to my touch,” he said, rocking his hips against mine in a slow, circular motion that made my entire body follow the movement, my legs sliding back around his hips again.

He pressed a thumb to my clit opening, and I cried out, my nails cutting into his shoulders again as he slid a finger lower and circled around my opening, then ever so slowly pushed into me, causing me to gasp in reaction.

He leaned in and gave me another light kiss, his fingers leaving my pussy, and I nearly cried out in disappointment.

“I want to touch you,” I said softly, my hands moving over his arms and chest, caressing his skin.

“I want to fuck you,” he murmured against my lips, and I gasped with surprise when his tongue thrust into my mouth, even as he shifted and I felt the head of his cock fit up against the slick opening of my sex.

He thrust in deep, and I whimpered at the sting of unused muscles as he seated himself deep inside me. He leaned in and kissed me again, his tongue dancing over mine in a way that felt incredibly decadent with his sex buried in mine. When I nudged my hips slightly, he swung his, rocking the two of them in a slow, circular motion that made me instantly aware of every muscle in his body-and mine.

“Oh, do that again,” I breathed, holding on to him tightly.

Sin did, repeating the motion and exaggerating it for my benefit. It was a subtle roll of his hips, but he pressed forward and pushed enough that it rocked my body with his, and the slow roll of my hips brushed him against my clit, sending sensations pinging through me. I moaned again, my legs digging into his buttocks, encouraging him. not that he needed it.

This time, when he thrust, he surged deep inside me, rocking my entire body on the blanket and causing me to cry out with pleasure. I clung to him as he began a hard, steady thrust, pushing deep and hard inside me with every muscle and every sinew in his body. My world narrowed down to his hips, pushing against mine, the smack of his flesh against mine as he thrust deep again, the bounce of my breasts with every jolt of our bodies. I lost myself in the sensations, my eyes closed, my head thrown back. He was breathing hard over me, every breath a satisfied rasp, as I began to make soft, pleased noises in my throat with each thrust he made.

The elusive orgasmic feeling was rising again, and I focused in on it, moving my hips in time with his to ensure that each thrust was deeper, harder, and stronger, and with each push of his cock into me, I got a little closer to coming.

He shifted his weight, adjusting my hips, and with his next thrust, my eyes flew open. That had been different. The almost but not quite orgasmic feeling hovering at the edges of my consciousness flared to the forefront, and when his next thrust pushed forward, it happened again. My pussy clenched around him in response, and he groaned even as he sucked in a breath.

Sin’s hands moved to my hips, angling me just so, and then he thrust again.

Saint! The feeling was exonerating. My nails clawed his back again. “I need more.”

He gave another brutal surge, shoving our bodies across the mattress with his next push, and I cried out as the orgasm danced so close. When he pushed in again, I thrust just as hard against him, my hips working furiously in time with his. That spot was back, and his short, quick pumps were rubbing up against it in the most incredible way that made my entire body arch with pleasure. I was so close then.

I cried out as the orgasm rushed through me with force. My hands clenched tight around him, and I heard him utter a muffled curse, increasing his pace. His hot cum filled me up, and he exhaled heavily, lying down on the bed next to me.

That was incredible. Mind-blowing.

Those were the thoughts that filled my mind as I tried to catch my breath. I felt the blanket being pulled over my naked body, and Sin tugged at me, his hand sliding possessively over my waist and resting on my breast as if I were a precious diamond.

Being pressed up against his big, strong body had me drifting off to sleep; his hand, possessively cupping my breast, felt a little too good to be true.