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Charlie
“You’re growing girl,” I whispered to myself in the dark as I lay in bed, unable to sleep.
The slice of silver moon shining through the window gave the room an ethereal feeling. I swore I could almost feel why Dante’s mom had brought her two boys here. This kind of peace was hard to find.
Growth was painful; the thought so loud in my head I thought I voiced it. I had fallen for Dante. Few men ever gave you peeks inside their soul like he’d given me. And his laugh. It came easy, from deep in his chest, like a gift from part of his soul. I’d never forget the sound of it.
He was handsome and hardworking and honest and brave and loyal and ... a mobster. A criminal. As much as I’d wanted to say yes to his offer, I knew what it was like to look over your shoulder, to wonder if someone was following you or meant you harm because of something your man did. I wanted was normal. A normal relationship. A normal job. A normal life. A normal love. And there was nothing normal about Dante Grimaldi. And that thought had me getting out of bed.
One night. I just needed one more night before I banished myself to normal forever.
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I OPENED THE DOOR, the reading light on the side of his bed illuminating his large, shirtless frame as he sat up in bed.
I closed the door and leaned against it.
His eyes held me, questioning, searching.
I went to stand beside him, my hands folded in front of me.
He reached over and took one of my hands in his.
We stood like that, the same silver moon that had illuminated my bedroom from a side window illuminating his from a skylight above.
“You shouldn't be here," he said, the husky gravel of his voice saying the exact opposite.
“This is exactly where I should be," I said, squeezing our clasped hands.
He pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around my waist as I fell onto his warm, naked chest.
"Charlie, my Charlie," he said, his his mouth finding mine; his tongue seeking, searching, running along the outline of my lower lip.
I breathed deeply and sighed into him. "Oh Dante," I crooned, as the heat of his tongue seared me along the crook of my neck, stopping to savor the beating of my pulse there before capturing the lobe of my ear.
“Your nightshirt is lovely,” he said, sliding the soft cotton off one shoulder. "Even more so off of you." Within seconds, the garment was whisked away, discarded somewhere in the massive bed. I lay across him, clad in white cotton panties with a flowery lace front. The shaft of light from the moon illuminated my almost-naked frame. I reached up to cover my breasts, blushing.
"Please don't," he said, slowly moving my hand. "You are so beautiful.”
His lips covered mine again and I hungrily opened for him, demanding his tongue, meeting it lick for lick with my own.
He rolled me over and covered me with his body, his touch hedonistic and raw as his middle crashed with mine, creating a perfect storm of scintillating friction on my panty-covered clit. I moaned my need into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, my hips jerking into his as the fire inside me grew.
His lips crushed mine, punishing and soothing all at once as one hand slid into the side of my panties.
I bucked as the tip of one finger landed on my swollen bud. Our tongues continued the magical dance as his finger slid up and down my clit, my moans becoming almost a full-throated cry as the slickness between my legs begged for something more.
I spread my legs, begging him. "Dante please, oh please," I cried, sinking my teeth into the muscled cord of his shoulder.
"Please what sweet Charlie," he rumbled, his finger digging deep and circling my swollen, molten cave.
My head careened back into the bed as his finger continued to slid in and out, up and down the valley of my slippery walls. I couldn't take it any more.
"Oh god," I screamed. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I said, tightening my thighs as pinpoints of lights exploded behind my closed eyes.
"Open your eyes Charlie. Look at me," he growled as he leaned over me. Like a hunter who's trapped his prey, he climbed on top of me and kissed me hard, holding my hands over my head. “Tell me what you want," he demanded.
"You've just given me what I wanted," I breathed, somewhere be satiation and arousal.
"I've only just begun," he said, sliding down my body, his knees between my thighs. "Open up to me Charlie," he said, his fingers digging into me again as he held his rock-hard staff in the other hand.
I flinched at the unexpected touch, still tingling from the explosion of an orgasm I'd just had.
"I want to taste you," I said, licking my lips; unable to tear my eyes away from the beauty of his cock. So long. So hard. So ... entrancing. I sat up, my lips drawn to his staff like a magnet.
He growled, as I pressed my hands into his buttocks, easing him into the warm cove of my mouth.
He hissed, like cooling rain on hot pavement, slowly sliding into me as I urged him deeper and deeper. A deep, visceral growl rumbled in his rock-hard belly as my tongue sliced and slid back and forth over his smoothness.
"You taste so good," I said, twisting and stroking his exposed length as I looked up at him.
His eyes were closed, a mission of not losing control contorting his face.
"Charlie, Charlie, Charlie," he whispered, his hands digging into my hair, tightening when I sucked, loosening when I licked.
I dug my hands deeper into the firmness of his ass, pulling him harder into me, wanting more and more. I swallowed hard, making room for one more millimeter, and then another.
"Ssssssss," he hissed.
I pulled back, circling his engorged tip, forming a tight suction around it with my mouth, my tongue swirling around it.
"Charlie," he bucked and heaved. "Ah merda!" he declared in Italian, his face strained as he began to pour into me. He tried to pull away, but I pulled him back to me.
I wanted him. All of him. The feel of him. The taste of him. The essence of him.
"What are you trying to do to me Charlie?" he said, as I wiped my mouth.
"Giving you something you will never forget," I said, seeing the vulnerability in his eyes. In this moment, I was the master. "You asked me what I wanted. That's what I want most of all; that you never forget me."
The silver light of the moon haloed around his head as he covered me.
"Never," he said, covering my body with his. "And neither shall you forget me Charlie," he said, ripping one side of my panties, and pushing them aside.
Sliding his hands under my ass, he lifted me and plunged into me.
My eyes glazed over at the sudden force. Before pain could register, his lips devoured my neck as he dove deep again.
"So wet," he groaned as he ground inside me.
My legs locked behind him, sinking him deeper into my vibrating folds.
I cried out his name as he slammed into me over and over again.
He held me by my waist, his fingers digging into my heated flesh as he held me in the perfect position to grind into me again.
I grabbed the sheets, my head slapping from side to side in a frenzy of passion. Release was too far. Pleasure was too close. I was suspended on a plane of bliss that seemed to go on and on as he licked, sucked and fucked me into another planet.
"Dante. Dante," I pleaded, as he drove into me again, hard and deep as he called my name.
"Are you ready to come my sweet Charlie?"
My moans were a guttural response, trapped in my throat on a spasm of pleasure.
He jerked out of me. My eyes opened and my head spun up in surprise.
Before I could protest my frustration, his lips formed a seal around my clit, his tongue sliding over and around it in swift circular motions.
My head jerked back on the bed as I spread my legs wide, my nails digging into his scalp.
He held me tighter, increasing the swiftness of his motions as my hips bucked against him.
Writhing, a strangling garble of a cry escaped me as I climaxed, screaming his name in joyous splendor.
"I told you I wasn't finished with you yet," he growled, his tongue working its way up my shaking body. He buried his engorged cock in my soaking wetness, digging his fingers in my ass.
His cock speared me again and again as I arched into him, absorbing every steel inch. His strokes were lethal as he pounded into me, the fire in me blazing out of control as I held onto the corded strength of his body with everything I had.
My nails dug deeply into the smooth flesh of his back, my teeth leaving their mark on him as I gave myself over to the deep, insatiable need he ignited in my soul.
Just when I thought I would drown in the juices of my own passion, he withdrew from me. His face a mask of determination, he flipped me over, lifted my ass and drove into me again from behind.
My knees trembled with the force to stay upright as he sliced into me again.
"Stay with me baby," he said, the sensitive tips of my breasts rocking against the warmth of the sheets. "That's it Charlie. Buck that ass back into me. Give me that sweet pussy baby."
His violent thrusts made me even wetter, punishing my hole as his cock sheathed itself deeper and deeper.
"Fuck me Dante. Oh God, fuck me," I crooned, grabbing fistfuls of sheet as I slammed the sheen of my ass cheeks back into him.
He held me there, grinding into me over and over as he breathed my name. "Charlie. Sweet, sweet Charlie. My Charlie," he repeated, fucking me mercilessly until I was cried out, the intensity of my orgasm burying me in the vortex of its wild and primitive release.
“That's it baby,” he said, as he leaned over me, his arms encircling my stomach as he jack-knifed into my slit.
"I'm coming baby. Oh Charlie, I'm coming baby," he growled as he collapsed onto my back, his teeth nipping at the corner of my shoulder. I could feel the pulsing of his cock as it released its contents deep into me.
"Charlie. Charlie," he whispered in my ear, rolling to one side and taking me with him.
His hand roamed over my slick body, his cock still buried deep inside me.
"Never forget," I moaned as my eyes closed, the warmth of his body a shelter perfectly made for slumber.