Mafia Desire (Erotica)

She struggled to get control of herself again. “It’s his competitive nature. He doesn’t like to lose. I once thought that was attractive.” She frowned. “He finally saw how much he was hurting me and he agreed to a divorce. We signed prenup agreements so it’ll be painless. Financially at least. I get to keep the house in Santa Barbara as it was mine to begin with.”

She rested her forehead on his shoulder and let the hot water run over her stiff neck muscles.

Kyle felt her stomach rumble as it was pressed against his.

“Have you eaten?” he asked.

She pulled back to look up at him sheepishly. She shook her head.

“At all?!?” he asked with raised eyebrows.

“When you left I was too upset to eat! Then I had to meet Dale and my stomach was all butterflies. After he finally left I started looking for you. All you said was a motel and north so that’s where I started.”

“You still didn’t answer my question. Why were you looking for me?” he asked gently.

She pouted. “I… I didn’t want to end like we did. You running away because I molested you in my sleep.”

He gave her a skeptical look. “The molesting part didn’t happen until you were awake.”

She gasped as her eyes widened. “So mean!” Her pout became more pronounced.

“Stick that bottom lip out any further and you could land a plane on it,” he said with a wry grin.

“What?” she gasped with wide eyes.

“Just something my mom used to say to me when I was acting spoiled, like you are right now. Out with it, why did you come looking for me?”

She looked at him in frustration. “Fine! I like you, okay! I wasn’t ready to say goodbye! I was really sad when you left because I still wanted to spend time with you!”NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

He smiled at her flustered expression. “See, honesty is always the best policy!”

“Kiss me?”

The words were so quiet he almost missed them under the sound of the shower’s spray.

He looked into her eyes and saw her fear of rejection.

He’d promised himself he wouldn’t cross the friendship line with Monique. Because he needed friends more than lovers. Because Marion called him a hypocrite. But mostly because she was married and he wasn’t going to become his father.

But here she was, beautiful, willing and naked, in his arms, and… in the process of getting a divorce at least. He felt his resistance crumble.

Kyle slid his fingers up the sides of her neck to sink them into the silky hair at the back of her head. Her eye lids fluttered as her mouth opened with a gasp. He tenderly kissed her soft mouth and she responded with an eagerness that spoke of her need and her loneliness. She leaned into the kiss and pressed her body more firmly against his.

That felt very good and Kyle felt himself begin to respond. He didn’t want to do this in the dinky little shower. He slowed the kiss then pulled back as she swayed gently with eyes closed.

When he began to step out her eyes opened. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to dry off and I’ll meet you in the bedroom,” he replied. She smiled timidly as he closed the curtain.

He took off his wet underwear and rubbed a towel over himself. Then he walked out into the bedroom, pulled the bed spread down then stretched out on the bed.

A short time later timid eyes peeked at him from around the corner. She rushed over and climbed onto the bed next to him. Her hair was still damp and there was so much of it. He smiled as he ran his fingers through it. He now saw why she kept it in a braid. Just to manage it!

She moved to push him onto his back as her lips found his again. Her kiss was bold and demanding and he gave back as good as he got. She was writhing and rubbing her body on his and for just a second his cock slipped into the hot, soft opening of her pussy making her gasp. He took a grip on her hips and pulled himself free.

“Oh god, Kyle! Such a tease!”

“You’re not on the pill are you,” he asked and she blinked at him.

“No.”

He smiled. “That’s why I have protection.” He pointed to the bedside table and the condom on it.

She grinned happily and reached over to get the package. She tore it open and plucked it out of the package. Her stomach growled again.

“Would you like to feed that before we-”

“NO!” she gasped and rolled the condom down his erection. Her movements were almost frantic with her need.

Once it was on Kyle seized her arms and rolled her under his body. She squeaked but he pinned her to the bed.

“Kyle! What are you doing?” she growled.

He rubbed his cock up and down and side to side over her mound and she squirmed and gasped under him. Then he kissed her and slowed the pace. She moaned and her movements became slow and sensual.

He could tell she was ready and he was now slick with her juices so he slid down a little lower on the next grind and slid his cock deep into her heat.

“Oooohhhh fuck yes!” Monique pulled back from the kiss to sigh.

Kyle kept his movements slow and steady with long smooth strokes and Monique’s eyelids fluttered from the intense sensations. When her hips began to twitch he increased his pace, but again, in small increments until she was gasping and clawing at his back, heels hooked behind his ass to pull him deeper.

By then his hips were pumping rapidly, his body slapping hers at the bottom of each stroke sending her into the stratosphere. His release was right there and from her frantic gasping and squealing she was already beginning to crest.

“OhgodKylefuckmesogoodfuckmefuckmefuckme!” she squeaked as her pussy clamped down on his cock.

He held himself tight against her body, rocking side to side to prolong her release as he filled the condom.

A cell phone began ringing and they both jumped then laughed.

“Not mine,” Kyle moaned as he didn’t recognize the tone.

“Bad timing. That’s mine. Fiona’s ringtone. I’ll call her back,” Monique sighed and trembled under Kyle’s body.