Chapter 60: Mafia Kings: Massimo: Chapter 60

I kept the Beretta behind me on the bed where I could reach it.

I stayed awake for most of the night. At best, I dozed lightly. Every creak of the house and noise in the night startled me awake.

But Lucia slept soundly… her face troubled at times, but no less angelic. I watched her for hours as she lay there in my arms.

When dawn peeked through the window, I still held her until she woke.

She looked up at me sleepily… smiled… kissed me gently on the lips… and put her head back down on the crook of my shoulder.

“You watched me the whole night, didn’t you,” she whispered.

“Some of it,” I said.

She looked up at me from under her eyebrows like Tell the truth.

“…most of it,” I admitted.

She smiled again and hugged me, then laid her head back down.

“Are you hungry?” I asked.

She nodded. I felt the movement of her head moving against my chest.

We lay there in silence for another minute, then got up to eat.

We had canned peaches and pears for breakfast. We didn’t say anything as we ate… but I did bring up something important as we finished.

“I don’t think we should stay here,” I said gently.

She nodded but didn’t look at me. “That’s probably a good idea.”

I searched the house and found a few cans of soup I added to my dwindling supply in the backpack. I also found a half-used tube of toothpaste in the bathroom. After we washed our mouths out and splashed our faces with cold water, we set off into the woods.

I didn’t make the same mistake twice. We kept moving, never spending more than one night in any location.

Sometimes there was electricity and hot water where we stayed, and we could take showers and have a hot meal. Sometimes there wasn’t, and we roughed it.

Lucia never complained.

She seemed lost in a haze of melancholy for several days and didn’t talk much. But she was very affectionate and took every opportunity to hug me and be near me.

I always kept an eye on her. I was worried about how she was handling the trauma of shooting the man at the barn…

And reliving the loss of her parents.

I asked her several times if she wanted to talk about anything, but she always said ‘no.’

However, she would always cuddle up next to me afterwards or hold my hand if we were walking.

I figured she was healing. I did my best to give her the space to do so.

At night, I would hold her in my arms. She was usually tired from hiking, so she would fall asleep quickly.

Sometimes she cried out, troubled by dreams… but mostly her sleep was peaceful.

We weren’t intimate during that time. I wanted to give her the chance to heal, so I didn’t try anything.

I’d been celibate since my father had died, mostly because of circumstances and my depression and grief over losing him. That had been fine. It was like my libido shifted into a much lower gear, and I could relieve things myself if I felt the urge.

But since I’d slept with Lucia, something primal had sparked deep inside me. She had awakened the beast inside me.

I’d had a taste of the best sex of my life – and I wanted more.

Now the longer I went, the more the pressure built up – and the more turned on I was by her beauty.

And her body.

Lying awake with her in my arms at night sometimes made my cock so hard it ached…

But I was careful not to pressure her.

After four nights of moving from cabin to cabin, I was concerned that maybe she no longer felt attracted to me… that perhaps telling me about her parents had somehow made her see me differently.

And then, on the fifth night, that changed.

I was lying in bed waiting for her to finish in the bathroom. We’d found a place with hot running water, and after a quick shower, I was lying in my boxer shorts.

I heard the shower turn off – and after a few minutes, she walked into the bedroom.

She was completely naked.

Her hair was damp and pulled back from her gorgeous face…

And I watched, stunned, as she sauntered over to the bed and lay down next to me.

I immediately got hard – probably the quickest erection I ever got in my life.

As she looked into my eyes, she reached down to my underwear and began softly stroking me over the cloth.

“Will you make love to me?” she whispered.

I nodded.

“Not just sex… but make love?” she asked.

I nodded again.

She helped me pull off my underwear…

And then she opened her legs to me as I took her in my arms.

I took my time before I entered her. I kissed her… caressed her breasts… nibbled at her neck… and squeezed her ass as we French-kissed.

I guess she couldn’t take it anymore, because she was the one who reached down, grabbed my cock, and put the head between her lips.

She was drenched.

First I eased the tip inside her… and then I kept going, inch by inch.

Oh god…

She felt even better than I remembered.

She was still tight – but she seemed to be able to take me more easily.

She moaned and her eyes rolled back in her head as I slowly filled her up.

When I reached as deep as I could go, I didn’t use my fist to take up the extra space at the base of my cock. This time, I was going to move slowly and gently.

We kissed, our tongues softly moving over each other.

When we weren’t kissing, I gazed deep into her eyes as I rocked back and forth inside her.

Sometimes I rolled my hips in a circle, rotating my cock inside her, hitting new spots that made her moan with pleasure.

I clutched her ass with my hands and played with the lips of her pussy as I slowly eased my shaft in and out of her.

She didn’t scream, but she whimpered louder and louder and raked her fingernails across my back whenever she came.

After half an hour of slow lovemaking, she looked at me through heavily lidded eyes and whispered, “I want you to come.”

“Are you tired?”

“No, I could do this all night… but I want to see your face when you come.”

I smiled. “Okay. I’m pretty close anyways – I’ve been holding off.”

I started to pull out of her.

“What are you doing?!” she asked in alarm. She clutched at my back to try to keep me inside her.

“I forgot to get your bag when we left, so you haven’t been able to take your birth control pills.”

She stared deep into my eyes, and a hint of a smile played on her lips.

Then she asked me very seriously, “If I did get pregnant by accident, what would you do?”

I smiled at her and stroked her hair. “I’d ask you to keep it… and I’d ask you to marry me.”

A lot of that was about duty. If I got a woman I cared for pregnant, then I was going to do the right thing.

But… I have to admit… as soon I said the words I’d ask you to marry me, I felt unexpectedly happy… and at peace.

But when I said it, Lucia gasped.

She apparently hadn’t been expecting that answer.

After a long moment, she asked hesitantly, “You wouldn’t… feel like I was trapping you?”

I smiled and shook my head no.

“You’d want to have a baby with me?” she asked, almost in disbelief.

My smile grew bigger, and I nodded yes.

Then a new look appeared on her face…

One of intense desire, so primal and so hot it looked almost like pain.

“Then I want you to come inside me,” she whispered.

“…yeah?” I murmured.

She nodded frantically. “Yes.”

I began to move my hips again.

God she felt so good – so wet and so soft.

When I began moving again, her body quivered, and her eyes rolled back in her head –

But she forced herself to look into my eyes again.

“Come inside me,” she begged.

I nodded and kissed her fiercely as I began to move my cock faster.

I could feel my balls getting tighter – that electric surge of pleasure –

“Oh god – oh god!” she said, her voice high-pitched like when she was getting close to orgasm. She grasped my face with her hands and stared into my eyes as she pleaded, “Come inside me – come inside me – ”

“Lucia,” I grunted as I sped up my thrusts. “Lucia – ”

“Massimo – MASSIMO – ” she cried out, screaming for the first time –

And I roared as I came deep inside her.

She climaxed at the same time, her entire body shaking beneath mine.

Her eyes widened, as big as I’d ever seen them before. I knew she was trying to keep them focused on me –

And we stared deep into each other’s eyes as we both came and screamed each other’s names.

Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore, and her eyes rolled back into her head as she gave a loud, breathy moan.

I slowed down my movements inside her…

She gradually stopped panting and looked back at me…

And we kissed again for a long, long time as I slowly circled my cock inside her.

When we broke off, she smiled. “You’re still really hard.”

“Do you want to stop?”

She shook her head and smiled even bigger. “Make love to me all night.”

I grinned. “So… do you still hate me?”

She rolled her eyes like a bratty teenager, then said, “Eh… you’re growing on me.”

I laughed and tickled her. She shrieked happily –

And then we went back to hours of long, slow lovemaking.