Sharon
Sharon’s hands shook as she reached for the zipper on his pants. She couldn’t believe that he had forgiven her just like that. She could feel his love around her, see it in his eyes as he watched her. She had been stupid to leave him in the first place. His life was not perfect by any means, and he scared her more than anything else, but it was where she belonged.
She loved him. There was nothing else to say.
His zipper fell open and his cock sprang out, heavy with need.
“I haven’t fucked anyone else since you,” he said above her, strain evident in his voice.
She looked up as her hands wrapped around his cock, stroking it lightly.
“That makes me happy.”
His hands went into her hair as she guided his cock into her mouth, taking her time to lick the engorged head. She could feel the pressure on the back of her head, but Vittorio was not forcing her to do anything, merely holding her there, allowing her to take control. Sharon’s own body flooded with need, with a want for him to touch her all over. He was showing her that he was comfortable with her, allowing her to take the lead, and it meant the world to her.
Lavishing his cock with her tongue, she gripped it tightly, marveling at the way he responded. One could have great power over someone like this and her mob lover had just given it to her.
“Sharon,” he groaned as she took him into her mouth. “God woman, you’re fucking killing me.”
She hummed in response, tugging on his cock with her lips as his hands fisted into her hair. Oh, how she had missed this! Her breasts were already heavy, her panties wet with anticipation of what was going to happen tonight.
She had missed him more than she had thought.
With a groan, he pulled away and hauled her to her feet, claiming her mouth hungrily, his tongue sweeping in and tangling with hers. She moaned into his mouth as her hands traced his arms, her fingers dancing over his shoulders until she could bury them in his hair. Suddenly she couldn’t get enough of Vittorio, her love.
He tore away from her mouth, his tongue tracing a line to her ear, where he nipped at her earlobe.
“I am going to fuck you hard tonight,” he breathed into her ear. “And show you how much I fucking missed you.”
“Yes,” she sighed as he ground against her, his cock pressing into her stomach. “Please Vittorio. Give it to me hard.”
He made a sound before he picked her up and strode to the bedroom, dumping her onto the bed. She watched as he towered over her, his eyes white hot with such intensity that it took her breath away. This was the man she had fallen in love with. This was the man who had her heart.
Instead of pouncing on her, he knelt before the bed, pulling on her legs until she was sitting on the edge. Sharon’s breath caught as she felt his hands trace up her legs, stopping at the edge of her shorts.
“I thought I had lost you,” he said, his voice full of emotion. “I thought Rocco had you and it fucking tore me apart to think what you were going through.”
She reached up and touched his cheek, feeling the stubble on her palm.
“I’m sorry I put you through that pain.”
Vittorio turned his head and kissed her palm.
“I know. I know why you left and I should have never put you through that. I’m fucking sorry Sharon.”
She leaned forward and pressed her forehead to his.
“I know.”
His mouth curved into a smile.
“I believe this is the first time we have ever agreed on anything.”
Sharon laughed.
“I think you are right.”
Vittorio leaned down and pressed a kiss on her inner thigh, sending Sharon into a whirlwind of need and want, falling back on the bed so that he could have better access. She had missed him so much, missed this between them.
He wasted no time pulling her shorts off, taking her panties along with them until she was bared to him from the waist down. His lips traced the skin until his mouth pressed onto the heated core of her pussy.
Sharon moaned, her hands finding his hair as he lavished her swollen clit with his tongue, his finger thrusting into her already wet entrance. The sensation of his fingers inside her nearly set her on fire, her cries coming hard and fast as he stroked her clit with his tongue, his finger moving in tandem with each stroke.
“Come for me,” he said against her pussy. “For me, Sharon.”
“Only you,” she sobbed, her body tightening in anticipation before she let go, her screams echoing off the bedroom walls.
She vaguely felt him remove his finger before he was thrusting into her, bracing himself above her with his arms. Sharon opened her eyes to meet his, seeing the clench of his jaw as he filled her completely.
“You are mine,” he said roughly, arching her body to bury himself to the hilt. “Mine.”
“I’m yours,” she whispered, unable to trust her voice. “I-I love you Vittorio Contarini.”
Something in his expression shifted as Vittorio leaned down and captured her lips with his, moving slowly at first to bring her to her next orgasm. Sharon cried into his mouth as he languishly kissed her, his tongue stroking hers as he moved against her, carefully, tenderly that brought tears to her eyes. She clung to his shoulders as he moved more urgently, her fingers digging into his shirt as she kissed him back with all the intensity he was giving her. His roar was swallowed by her kiss as he let himself go, coming hard and fast inside her, before collapsing on top of her body.
Sharon stroked his back with her fingers. He was heavy, but she welcomed the weight, tears still streaming down her face as they floated back down to earth.
She had nearly thrown this all away because she had been scared.