Chapter 21 #2
“I’ve missed your scent," he groans, his mouth trailing down my neck, through the valley of my breasts, over my abdomen, before burying himself between my thighs.
I buck into him when I realize which scent he is referring to.
He bunches up the material of my dress and when he hooks two fingers into my waistband, I eagerly lift my ass, aiding the torturously slow descent of my panties.
I push myself up on my elbows, my gaze meeting his as he smirks.
His position between my legs, while I lie sprawled out on a table that just minutes ago had twenty mafia men sitting around it, is downright erotic. It evokes a sense of power in me.
His breath lightly brushes against my sensitive and fully exposed area as he places one leg and then the other over his shoulders.
"You are soaked already, il mio fiorellino .
" He slides a finger through my slit, holding it up to show me before that finger disappears into his mouth.
Even if I wanted to deny it, there is no time.
I jolt in surprise when I feel his tongue flatten out against my core, the slow, languid stroke from bottom to top, sending my eyes in the same direction as they roll back in my head.
This is my first time experiencing this.
I have always been expected to give pleasure, but have never received it.
The irritation at having this feeling stolen from me is fleeting as Dominico's tongue pushes into me, drawing a long moan from me.
He takes his time, licking me, tasting me, laying the foundation for an orgasm that I have never experienced before.
One created slowly and intimately. It is when his tongue circles my clit that the entirely slow progression of my orgasm, skitters forward, coiling with a readiness to strike that is surprising.
"You taste like heaven, Lily. A fucking delicatessen that I could indulge in daily." His eyes lock with mine as his mouth once again attaches to my pussy, his skillful tongue nudging my orgasm front and center. I didn't even know it was possible to come from this.
"I'm close," I whisper as the tingling sensation in my core intensifies.
I can feel him smirk against me, and when he inserts two thick fingers while his mouth latches onto my clit, stroking circles with his tongue, I explode, his name echoing off the walls of this boardroom, which is anything but bored.
I spasm, I twitch. I fall apart on a table in a mafia mansion, with the head of that organization between my legs, licking up every last drop like a man going through a drought.
Once he finishes, he stands up, his thumb gliding along his lip to catch any residue before popping it into his mouth. His eyes fixate on my still-spread legs, embarrassment crashing over me as I fumble with my dress. He allows me to, but he squints, his gaze locking with mine.
"Your pussy is a masterpiece and should be worshipped. I am that devoted servant. Eventually, you will feel like the goddess you are, and that embarrassment will be wiped away by my praise. Your reaction means I will need to attend this shrine more often.”
My eyes widen, and once again, I wonder how he arranges words in such an expressive way with such ease. I've never been spoken to so poetically.
Before the moment can become awkward, he scoops me up, cradling me like precious cargo. Even though he has given me the most amazing orgasm of my life, the feelings that brought me to this room initially bubble up.
“Why haven’t you been home? Why didn’t you come and see me?” I sound insecure and jealous…vulnerable.
If he wanted to, he could use it against me. If he wanted to, he could destroy me.
“I had some issues with suppliers I needed to sort out. I didn’t think it would take long, but some unforeseeable complications needed resolving.
” My gaze travels to his face, his physical appearance now becoming more apparent.
There are shadows under his eyes, indicating a lack of sleep, and the fine lines around his lids are more prominent, stress etched into the creases.
“Where did you think I was? With another woman?” I look away, embarrassed now by my thoughts.
“Yes. I thought you were with another woman. I thought you didn’t want to see me. I thought our two-month period was over before it began.” I meet his gaze as I vocalize my fears and my jealousy.
“There is no other woman in my life but you. I wanted to see you, but couldn’t. There is no way our two-month period is over so soon, il mio fiorellino . Definitely not now after tasting that paradise between your legs.”
I release the breath I was holding, a smile splitting my face before I can stop it.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His compliment lodges in my heart, and I can feel it filling one of the fissures created by harsh words and even harsher actions.
“Now come, you need to get dressed so I can introduce you to the famiglia .”
Nervousness his mouth managed to eat away returns. Damn, I was meeting the rest of the mafia.
His grey eyes meet mine, and I see he has something important to say.
“I want you to remember something tonight, Lily. Don’t ever drop your head for anyone.”
“Ever.”
His words linger with me long after he returns me to Alison, rooting somewhere in my soul where the darkness dwells, where my damaged self-worth resides, pulling the pieces back together.
The feeling is one I recognize so well only because I know its opposite so thoroughly.
Healing.