Page 65 of Niccolo (Mafia Kings #7)

Sofia

“ O H MY GOD!” I cried out as I had the first orgasm of my life –

And finally understood what all the fuss was about.

Niccolo had probably been licking me for five or ten minutes – although I felt like I had lost all sense of time, hypnotized with pleasure –

When it suddenly escalated beyond anything I’d ever imagined possible.

Little tremors started at first, one every few seconds –

Then became big tremors, coming more rapidly every second –

Until they overlapped and became a wild orgy of bliss.

It felt like I was at the top of a gigantic rollercoaster after a very long climb –

But instead of being frightened, all I felt was pleasure.

TONS of pleasure – in my pussy, my belly, my legs –

And then suddenly the rollercoaster plunged over the edge into a rush of ecstasy.

“OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!” I screamed.

He kept licking – consistent and steady – as the contractions went on and on.

“OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH MY GOD, OH FUCK!”

It finally became too much – unbearably intense – and I put my hands against his head and pushed him away.

He looked up at me from between my legs, grinning as my breasts heaved and the muscles in my belly trembled.

“Oh… my God…” I whimpered, breathless, as I stared down at him.

“You seemed to enjoy that,” he said with evident self-satisfaction.

“I think… I can die happy now,” I gasped.

He laughed. “No dying today unless it’s more petite morts.”

French for ‘little death’ – their very strange name for an orgasm.

“…okay…” I whispered. That’s all I could do.

He made his way up the bed next to me –

And I felt his cock, hot and hard, press against my left thigh.

I looked down and gasped.

The head of his cock was wet and dribbling a strand of clear liquid.

“Is that from me?!” I asked, surprised. He’d attempted to enter me so long ago; I figured it would have rubbed off on the sheets by now.

“No, that’s pre-cum,” he murmured in my ear.

“Is that normal?” I asked, fascinated.

“When a man is seriously turned on – yes.”

“So I make you… both hard and wet?!”

He laughed. “I guess you could put it that way.”

I reached down for the head of his cock and felt it.

It was so slippery!

Niccolo grunted at my touch, and his cock jerked in my hand – a tiny contraction.

That movement – and the slipperiness of his pre-cum – decided it.

Desire rose up inside me that overwhelmed any fear of pain.

“I want you inside me,” I whispered.

He kissed me. “Alright… we can try again.”

“No – I want you inside me,” I said insistently. “Even if it hurts.”

He smiled. “We’ll see – ”

“I NEED you inside me.”

He stared at me. Desire like hunger burned in his eyes.

“…alright,” he said in a husky voice…

Then positioned himself on top of me.

I opened my legs wide to him.

He put one hand against my cheek, slowly caressing my skin, as he gazed deep into my eyes…

And I felt the tip of his cock, hot and swollen, between my lips again.

He paused… and as he stared at me…

He eased forward a bit.

I gasped.

It hurt – but not as much as last time. I guess it was the lingering endorphins of my orgasm mixed with the overwhelming need to have him inside me.

Niccolo immediately paused.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered as I stared deep into his eyes.

He nodded, then eased forward a bit more.

I held my breath and winced.

The pain increased –

But it wasn’t just pain.

The only thing I could compare it to was a massage when the masseur presses deep into a knot.

Pain, yes –

But pain that hurt so good .

“Breathe,” he whispered.

I realized I had been holding my breath, and I forced myself to breathe.

“Relax,” he whispered as he pushed forward just a millimeter more.

I forced myself to go as limp as I could –

And then suddenly, it was like he passed a point of constriction…

And he slid inside me much easier.

OH MY FUCKING GOD.

Orgasm had felt better, yes –

But this was pretty fucking incredible, too.

I’d never felt anything like it.

An intense, primal feeling…

A gorgeous sensation of being completely full…

And I could feel a heartbeat.

I think it was mine rather than his…

But my pussy was so tight around his thick cock that I could feel a gentle pulse…

Like our bodies were one.

I gasped again –

But this time, it was a gasp of pleasure and wonder rather than pain.

“You alright?” Niccolo whispered. I felt him cease moving.

I nodded yes frantically, not trusting myself to speak.

“I could – ” he started, and I knew what he was going to say.

“DON’T STOP,” I whisper-shouted.

He grinned, then slowly kept easing inside me.

Finally, he was all the way inside me.

I knew because I could feel his abdomen against the lips of my pussy, unable to go any further.

He just stayed like that… not moving… letting me get used to his size…

But we kissed.

Long, slow…

And sensual.