I wanted his mouth on me, but I was also eager for his cock. Danilo palmed my ass and opened me up. He breathed out sharply, then got down on his knees behind me. I couldn’t see his face, but then his tongue was there between my ass cheeks, lightly teasing at first, then firmer. He seemed to awaken new nerve-endings I didn’t know existed. His tongue traced me almost lazily, and despite the initial surprise, my body went into overdrive. I tried to push closer to his mouth for more, but his strong hands kept my ass cheeks in their hold, keeping me in place as Danilo feasted on me.
Despite how good this felt, I needed friction on my clit. I wanted to come. My arms were sluggish and heavy, but I began to move one down to touch myself.
“No,” he ordered.
“I need to touch myself.”
“No,” he said again followed by a swirl of his tongue over my crack. I bit my lip, feeling wetness trickle out of me and down my inner thigh. Danilo eased back and then his face came into view, his stubbled, manly chin. His tongue darted out and he licked up the trail of my lust for him, but he stopped before he reached my pussy.
“Danilo, please touch my clit,” I whispered. It was the first time I’d uttered the word, but I wasn’t embarrassed. I was horny and needed to feel his mouth and fingers on my clit.
Danilo lazily licked my inner thigh. I watched his mouth and tongue almost mesmerized and also a bit despairing because they weren’t where I needed them.
Then finally, when I was sure I’d lose my mind, he slid his tongue between my pussy lips, stroking, tasting. I gasped into the pillow, my eyes squeezing shut briefly from the sensation of Danilo circling my clit. He nudged my thighs further apart before he pushed his tongue into me, fucking me with it slowly.
I came with a harsh cry, my nails digging into the mattress, my butt pressing against Danilo’s face. Then his mouth and tongue were gone, and his hands clamped down on my hips. He slid his tip along my slit, picking up my wetness. He groaned low in his throat. I pushed up on my elbows and threw him a teasing smile over my shoulder. “Feels good?”
He smirked. “Feels like paradise. But I know what’ll feel even better.”
“Wha—”
I cried out as Danilo slammed into me. Pleasure radiated from my core to every nerve-ending in my body.
“Feels good?” Danilo asked with a chuckle.
“Like paradise,” I got out.
“It does.” He pulled almost all the way out, only to slam back into me. I lowered my head back down on the pillow, my fingers clutching the pillow as I moaned into the pillow.
Danilo pounded into me hard and fast. One of his hands held me by the hip, the other cupped my neck. He wasn’t holding me in place, but the mere touch of his strong palm on my neck turned me on. I whimpered with every thrust.
I couldn’t hold it back any longer.
“Yes, come for me, gorgeous,” Danilo rasped. His fingers found my clit and flicked it, and I exploded with an ear-splitting cry. Danilo followed me with a groan, his movements becoming jerky and uncoordinated until he finally stopped. His fingers stroked my neck gently, then traveled over my scalp. He placed a soft kiss on my shoulder. I lifted my head, even though it felt like lead, and turned it to the side. Our lips met for a sated kiss before Danilo pulled out of me. I moaned softly again, still sensitive. I dropped to my side, exhausted and satisfied. Danilo stretched out behind me and pulled me against him, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist. “I’ll protect you till the end of my days.”
I touched his hand. “I know.”
I’d always wanted kids, and not just because I needed an heir who could become Underboss one day. I wanted a family and the special bond a father shared with his children. I still often missed my father, the long conversations about business, sports, and pretty much anything else. He’d been my most trusted confidante. I trusted Marco and knew he wouldn’t betray me, but it was still not quite the same as the bond with my father had been. I didn’t discuss everything I would have discussed with my father with him.
Sofia was young and I knew she needed a few years before she’d be ready to have children. I was willing to give her the time she needed even if I couldn’t wait forever.
Shortly after her twenty-third birthday, Sofia bridged the subject again herself, surprising me. We’d had dinner at our favorite fine-dining restaurant and afterward taken a naked swim in the pool before making love in the shower. Now we lay in each other’s arms in bed, sated in more than one way and ready to fall asleep.
“I’ve been thinking about not taking the pill anymore.”
Surprised, I pulled back to look at Sofia’s beautiful face. Her cheeks were still flushed from sex and I loved that her skin always showed proof of our lovemaking for so long. “Do you feel ready?”
At thirty-three, I was definitely at an age where questions about my childless, especially son-less, state were coming up more frequently. Everyone felt as if they had a right to meddle. My mother was among them.
Sofia laughed, then shrugged. “Does anyone ever feel ready? Is there something like the perfect timing for children?”
“I guess not, but you’re still young.”
“We’ve experienced so much in the last five years, and I’m glad you gave me the time to get my bachelor’s degree. Some men don’t want to wait for an heir.”
“I wanted
