Mafia Desire (Erotica)

She took his hand in hers and rested it on the mattress between them. He heard her sigh and listened to her breathing until it steadied, deepened and he knew she’d drifted off.

A small smile on his face, he allowed himself to drift off once more.

Once the sheets on this side warmed up, that is.

Sweet perfume and the feel of silk filled his senses as he awoke.

He blinked his eyes and realized he was smelling Monique’s shampoo as her long strands of hair were spread out across his face.

He became aware of where he was… and where she was… and it was good and bad.

He was on his back and she was resting her head between his arm and chest. He felt her slow breaths on his chest. Her exquisitely soft breasts were pressing against his side and he was acutely aware of how good that felt.

Monique’s right arm was thrown across his chest, curling under him to hold him close.

All of this was… good.

What was bad was her right leg was thrown across his groin and the pressure on his morning wood was excruciatingly… good, which was bad. She was also subconsciously grinding herself against his hip as she slept. This was… bad, too.

He needed this to stop.

“Monique? Time to wake. Up and at ’em… Oh god!”

She stretched cat like across his body and trapped his tented erection behind her knee, squeezing it between her thigh and calf.

“Monique, please wake up.”

She smiled as her eyes opened then she took in his tense expression. “What’s wrong?”

“Your leg. You’re gripping my… you need to stop.”NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

She lifted her head then squeaked as she realized what she was squeezing behind her knee. Involuntarily, she squeezed tighter.

“Geezus!” Kyle gasped.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Monique chirped as she panicked.

Kyle was getting desperate as her movements felt too good. “Monique, unclench your leg. Please!”

He looked into her eyes and saw she was frozen. He reached down and lifted her leg to yank his cock from its prison. He slipped from the bed and walked stiffly to the washroom. He closed the door and dropped his shorts. He stepped into the shower, got the water going, and finished what Monique began. It didn’t take long.

He washed himself then stepped out to get dried.

“Kyle?”

“Can we talk when I get out?” he asked through the door.

“Ok.”

He shaved and took care of business before wrapping his towel around his waist and exiting.

She wasn’t there and the bedroom door was closed once more. He took some clothes from his luggage and got changed in the washroom.

He came out and the door was still closed. He popped open his notebook PC and quickly checked his investments. All was good. Once more he thought of the investment he would have included and sighed. He had to let that go.

As he was putting the computer back in his luggage he heard the bedroom door open. He turned to see Monique leaning against the door jamb, watching him with a very guilty look on her face. She had on a very sophisticated shear white top which hinted at the black bra underneath. She combined this with a tight grey pencil skirt which showed off her toned legs. She was obviously dressing for her meeting with Dale.

“Are you ok? You seemed a little freaked out there for a moment,” he said cautiously.

“I am so sorry! I- I don’t have any idea why I did that or what came over me!” she said miserably. Tears began to pool in her lashes.

“Hey! It’s ok! No harm, no foul. Please don’t cry,” he said moving closer.

She was suddenly pressing herself against his chest and crying on his shoulder. He froze momentarily then wrapped his arms around her as she shook. He made soothing noises as he rubbed her back. They remained that way until she finally calmed and pulled back to look up at him with sad eyes. He handed her a tissue and she dabbed at her eyes.

“What brought this on?” he asked gently.

She pouted and looked away then glanced back into his eyes. “I slept so well last night once I joined you out here. I haven’t slept that well in… months if not years. Then I was having such a sexy hot dream only to wake up doing… that to you! I’m so sorry.” She began to well up once more.

“Stop, I said it was ok. Let’s move on,” he said firmly and she sucked in a deep breath to get a hold of herself. She finally nodded and stepped back from him.

He could tell she was still uneasy. “What’s wrong?”

Her eyes flicked to his then away. She sighed. “I’m dreading my meeting with Dale,” she said quietly.

“Does he love you?” Kyle asked.

She looked at him in surprise. Slowly, she nodded.

“Do you love him?”

This time she took longer to respond. “Not enough. Not enough to endure the absences. He loves me but I’ll always be second to his career. To the sport.”

Kyle nodded. “If he loves you, he’ll understand and he’ll want you to be happy. If he doesn’t, then you’re making the right decision anyway.”

She smiled, though her lips trembled.

Kyle released her and went to his luggage to close the bags. “Listen, you have this meeting with Dale and I think I’ll just be in the way for that. I’m going to check into a motel for my last day or two of recuperation. I’ll find one near the north edge of town… then keep heading north-east,” he said with a sad smile.

“Please don’t go!” she cried. He thought he saw a mix of panic and frustration on her face but he just put it down to her nerves.

“What did you expect me to do? Hide in the guest bathroom? Hang out in the lobby?” He held up his hand. “Please. This is hard enough. It’s for the best. You know it is.”

Monique just looked at him with sad eyes so he picked up his bags and turned to face her. “I really hope everything works out for you. You deserve to be happy too!”

She moved forward to give him a soft kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, Kyle. I hope you find your own answers soon.”

He nodded and she opened the door for him.

Kyle made his way down to the lobby then out to the parking lot to where his motorcycle was parked. He mounted the saddlebags then pulled out his cell. He did a little research and found a cheap, clean motel on the north edge of town. The ride there wasn’t too bad but his head was just a little achy when he pulled into the lot. He parked his motorcycle in the spot next to the office window.