She went slow, careful still, after a month of me being healed, one leg moving over my lap as I kissed her. The lipstick smeared against my lips, had me tasting more of her, tugging at the tie in her coat. She rested back, wiping the makeup from my mouth when I tugged apart that jacket to get a better look at what she was hiding from me.
“Madonna santa…”
“You like it?”
There were garters holding up the dark nylons and she kept the pumps on. The thin dress wasn’t a dress at all, but a black silk nightie that whispered over her thighs when she moved. I touched her hips, finding her wearing the sheerest pair of crotchless panties I’d ever seen.
I moaned, a low, guttural noise working in my throat at the thought. The thin straps dropped as she moved on top of me, and just the sight of the lace cupping her full, beautiful tits, free and braless, had me hard and ready.
“Do I like it, she asks. Fuck yes, but bella, you’re killing me.” I pulled her by the waist, my grip bunching up that silk fabric. “This won’t last long.” I scrubbed my face, waving my hand at my hard dick. “It’s been too long, and I want you too much.”
“Don’t worry,” she said, tossing the jacket to the floor, her mouth back to my lips, teasing me, her teeth nibbling. “I’ll do all the work.”
“Do it, baby. Fuck it. I’ll die a happy man.”
“I won’t kill you.” Maggie moved on my lap, lifting up to take hold of my dick. Her warm, sweet hands wrapped around me, making me lean back, giving her full access to my neck. “But I’ll make you feel like you’re in heaven.” She took advantage, kissing me there with her fingers stroking, making me harder, making me throb in her palm.
“Bellissima…God above…do it.”
She leaned back, pushing up my t-shirt, lips wet from her tongue as she looked at my cock, hard and bouncing in her hand. “So strong…so thick…”
I was drunk on the look in her eyes and the feel of her fingers holding me, teasing me, her thumb sliding over the head. Her pussy was right there, just under that black silk. I brushed it aside and curved my fingers. Finding her wet and warm and fucking ready, I couldn’t wait another second.
“Come here,” I said, grabbing her by the neck, my words a grunting moan. I kissed her, possessing her mouth, making Maggie cry and whine against it when I fingered her with my free hand.
She was soft and smooth everywhere, tight and searing on the inside, and she clamped around my fingers, bouncing against them, riding them faster and faster, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t close to being enough.
Maggie didn’t complain when I broke away from her. She watched, her breathing erratic, her lips swollen, eyes still raging and fucking sexy, then smoldering when I took her hand and licked her palm, moving it onto my cock to wet it.
“Ay Dios…” she said, but the oath got cut off as I jerked her hips forward, angling my dick for her and she slipped on top of me.
“Fuuuck…”
She squeezed me all the way down and I fell back against the pillows, too fucking overwhelmed with sensation. She only hissed in reply, coming to her knees, working her hips up and down, setting a rhythm that had my heart and pulse throbbing faster and faster.
“You’re so fucking sexy…look at you…I fucking love you.”
The sensation she worked up inside me was almost too much. Maggie was in her element now, her beautiful skin flushed. Her hair slipping over her strong arms, around her perfect tits as I pulled down that nightie.
I reached for them, teasing her nipples when she arched back, resting on my pillow to watch her as she clamped around me, her movements quickening.
She looked like a goddess.
She felt like a dream.
“Dimitri…ah…” She cried when I licked my thumb and rubbed it against her clit, smiling as she moved faster. The tightness gripping my cock intensified and she got wetter, her pussy hotter, clenching firmer and I knew she was so fucking close.
I lifted my knees, moving my hips to help her along, feeling my sack swirling when she squeezed me, her orgasm blooming, and she rode me hard, her fingernails digging into my shoulders.
“Ah…shit!!”
“Baby…stay with me…right there…”
Maggie shuddered, resting her forehead against mine, her pussy milking me. I kept her moving, guiding her with my hands on her hips, her breath hot over my face, her words soft, exhausted, unrecognizable.
“Tighter, baby. Come all over me. I’m so close.”
Then she moaned, grabbing my face in one hand, watching me. Her expression relaxed, satisfied as she kept at me, her pussy like a vice now. My girl kissed me soft, then sweet, then took the breath right out of my lungs with her lips and tongue.
“Shit…fuck…” My thoughts went blank and the only thing left of me was sensation. The smell of our bodies sweating. The feel of her wet, hot pussy taking everything left in me as I came. The noise of the bed creaking and our skin slapping together. The taste of her breath sweet like cinnamon, salty like sweat on my tongue the deeper she kissed me.
She collapsed against me. I wrapped my arms around her, twisting us to the side, grabbing the barely-there blanket to cover her as I brought Maggie against my chest.
“Amore mio,” I called her, cupping her face, my body on fire, ready to die if my heart never returned to normal beats.
“Dimitri, are you okay?” she asked, looking me over, her fingers grazing against my chest. When she grazed the scars on my skin, still pink but fading, I stopped her.
“I’ll do, bella.”
Truth was, I could fucking fly. With this woman, for this woman, I’d do anything.
21
Smoke
“Ma, stop…I couldn’t eat another bite.”
“You wasted away in that damn hospital. Let your mother feed you.” The woman ignored me, filling my plate up again, slapping my hand away when I tried to cover it. “Dimitri…don’t upset me.” The glare she gave me twisted something in my gut.
I gave up, letting my mother finish fattening me up.
“Here, open.”
“I can feed myself. I’m not an invalid.”
“While Maggie is changing the baby, I’ll look after you.” Ma cut the manicotti in half, then glared across the table when my kid sister snorted a laugh as Ma held the fork in front of my mouth. “You watch yourself, young lady.”
Antonia rolled her eyes, shooting me the bird when mama wasn’t looking, before I took the fork from her. “Ma, please. It’s been a month. I’m fine. Grazi, though.” I kissed her cheek, earning a hand wave from her, but I noticed the pink warming her skin as she brushed crumbs from the table.
“Speaking of Maggie and the baby—”
I glanced at my watch, nodding. If I’d put money on this shit, I’d have made a killing. Maggie and Mateo were living with me now and my mother saw that as some sort of sign. She’d spent most of the month since I left the hospital dropping hints about how nice it was for us all to be under one roof or what a sweet family we made.
“She’ll ask you again within an hour,” Maggie had promised earlier tonight as we made our way to my parents’ restaurant.