26| Pieces

Chapter 26

Alice

SMUT WARNING

He kissed me first-definitely, it was Alessio who kissed me first. Not at all did I kiss him first. That's the lie I'm sticking to, no doubt about it. He kissed me first...at least, I think he did.

No, I did but wait, it might have been me. Screw it-I don't care.

The first kiss is hazy, but I take full responsibility for the second kiss. How could I only let Alessio kiss me once? It's unconstitutional-stupid for me to let him kiss me only once. He's a great kisser, and I am too. We're great kissers, and kissing only once is not enough, especially after not kissing for months now.

"Alessio, fuck. I missed you so much," I groan out. I feel how hard his cock is through his jeans. God, this is bad, so bad, but I don't care.

This is my goddamn husband, and he just told me everything, and I've never felt more in love with him now than ever before.

I grin against his hard cock, alleviating the need coming down my legs from just his touch on my skin alone. He grasps my neck as his pelvis is pinned to me, grounding me against the table. I hold the table, keeping balance, during this sensory overload of his wet lips against my neck as he squeezes it just enough that I can still breathe. He trails his lips from my neck back to my lips, groaning into my mouth once more.

My red lipstick is smeared, half on his lips and half on my own. Fucking hell, I forgot how good it feels to kiss him. I remember everything else, the flatness of his tongue against my clit or the way his cock hit the right spot over and over again, sending me to euphoria when he fucked me.

But, how could I forget this? The way he runs his body up and down the crevice of my hips, or the way he grasps my ass as it belongs to him.

He pushes me down on the table. His body completely covers me, encasing me in his weight.

Shit, shit, fuck me.

With one hand pressed against my throat, he descends down my torso, he grumbles as he hitches my dress up right below my breast exposing my navel and everything down below. "Fuck, I missed this sight more than you know, Alice." His tongue trails down my torso, leaving kisses in places, sending a wave of need through my body with each press of his lips.

I want him everywhere. I want him to touch me everywhere.

"Nights," he mutters. "So, many nights, I thought of you, your body, the little whimpers you make when I do something as simple as trailing a finger near your cunt," he says dangerously low. "I stroked my cock while whispering your name so tightly. I imagined your sweet cunt was wrapped around it, squeezing it and cumming over it over and over again, Alice."

Fuck.

"Did you?" He asks. As he faces my covered cunt, that is glistening with anticipation behind a small piece of cotton. He lets go of my neck, fully settling himself before my cunt. God, I want him to fuck me with his tongue. "Alice," repeats. "Tell me I'm not the only one. Tell me you dreamed of my cock inside of you, fucking you, making love to you, making you cum over and over again."

He grasps my panties, pulling them down. I draw in a breath as the cool air hits my wet cunt. He can fill me right now, and I would probably cum right then and there. He kneels with my cunt inches from his face. I slid down, hoping that he'll fuck me with that magical tongue, but he grips my thighs, stopping me from moving.

"Alice, do you wanna cum?" He asks almost slyly.

"Yes," I breathe. "Please, I wanna cum so badly."

"Then answer my question. How often did you masturbate thinking of me? Tell me, and I'll let you cum. I'll let you cum so hard. I'll be drinking your sweet juices."

I lean forward on my forearms, looking down at Alessio, who meets my eyes almost immediately. I could lie and say never, but that's not the case. Every single night, I would wake up in my wetness after a dream. I've brought countless vibrators, rabbits, and Hitachis to get a bit of release when all I wanted was this man's tongue and thick cock fucking me to oblivion.

"Everyday...fuck! Every day I wanted you to fuck me when you were gone."

And that does it because Alessio trails his tongue from my clit to my cunt, making me yelp and fall onto the table. "Fuck," I moan. "Alessio, shit."

"I missed this sweet taste so much," he groans, repeating the move, stopping at my clit, sucking it.

"Fuck, right there," I groan out. He grasps my thighs even tighter, probably leaving marks, opening my legs, even more, giving him better access to my dripping cunt. He fucks me with his tongue relentlessly like a starved man during his first meal. My moans and groans echos through the dining room. I don't care who hears me, and it doesn't seem Alessio does either.

"How does it feel, Alice?"

"Good, so fucking good." No vibrator or whatever battery-operated contraption could ever substitute this.

I'm almost there. He lets one of my thighs go and slides one of his fingers into my wetness, curling up hitting that one spot that sends me over the hill.

I fuck his face, grinding against his tongue, meeting his one finger, then the second finger inside of me, and I cum, all my juices squirt out of me like a waterfall.

"Fuck," I huff as I ride out my orgasm. Alessio stands, his face wet from my cum, glistening under the chandelier light.

"Delicious," he says, his voice sounding a bit huskier than usual. He leans down and kisses me letting me taste my own cum that riddles his lips like a top coat of gloss. He quickly drops his pants and pulls off his sweater showing off that Adonis of a body.

I've missed this sight, the ripple of his ab-covered chest, the way his tattoos add a bit of mystery and danger to him. I'm throbbing at the sight of him in all his hard glory. His hard cock bobs at the sight of me, waiting, practically throbbing to fill me. His pre cum is glistening at the tip, and I lick my lips.

He catches my eyes and smirks. "Soon, Alice. Trust me. I want you too more than you will ever know but tonight is about you and only you."

He pushes down on my stomach, flattening me onto the table, not before pulling me to the edge, giving him the perfect position to fuck me into oblivion.

He grasps his cock, stroking it before he approaches my mound. "You're so wet, Alice," he groans as he strokes himself up and down my cunt, staying an agonizing second on my still sensitive clit.

This man is going to be the death of me.

I hold my breath as he slowly slides inside me.

It's been so long since he's been inside of me that my breath instantly escapes me. Alessio slowly goes in inch by inch, his own body shuttering inside of me. I throw my head back, gasping when I feel him, all of him inside. "Fuck, you're so fucking tight. I feel like I'm going to finish already."

He thrusts lazily, finding a rhythm all while hitting that spot, getting me closer and closer to cumming again. "Fuck, Alessio."

He grasps at the thin fabric, pulling my dress down, setting my breast free. My nipples are hard, and he does the one thing that will add to this earth-shattering orgasm without me asking. He goes for my breast, twirling his tongue against one of my nipples and kneading my other breast in my palm. "Shit, just like that," I huff.

I wrap my legs around his torso, pulling him in closer, deeper inside of me. His pace quickens, "Fuck, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum again, fuck," I scream as I cum, tightening my walls against this cock. He catches my lips at the height of my organism, riding it with his cock and sucking on my tongue.

"I'm almost there, Alice," he says against my lips. "Fuck, you feel so good. I-I'm almost there," he grunts. He lifts my torso, holding me against his sweat-covered chest while he's still inside. I'm too worn out to protest his hard body stuck to mine as he fucks me relentlessly.

"I want you to come again, Alice. I want us to come together," he groans in between thrusts inside of me. He snakes his hand between us, rubbing small circles around my sensitive clit as he fucks me, sending electricity to my loins.

My hips buck, matching his pace. "I'm almost there, Les, do not stop. God, fuck do not stop fucking me."

He cuffs my ass, burying himself deep inside of me one last time, and I come, and he does as well soon after-filling me to the brim with his warm cum with his grunts echoing in my ears. "I love you, Alice," he mutters as he slowly pulls out of me.

His cum and my own drip down my leg and onto the dining room floor, and I've never been so satisfied with Alessio in my life.

He kisses me, long and hard. "You came so much inside of me," I laugh hoarsely.

He looks down, inspecting his work, proud of what he's done inside of me. "Good."

SMUT IS OVER!

~

Thank God Aria is at a friend's house because I don't think I would have been able to muffle my orgasmic cries that have taken up the sanctity of our home. In the year we've had Aria, she hasn't walked in on us one time or heard us, and I intend to keep it that way.

The dining room is a complete mess. Well, our living room and staircase are as well, if we're being technical. I'm not upset, quite happy, really. It was a mess well worth it that I will happily clean up later after a much-needed rest before Aria gets home.

The shower water hits my back, and Alessio's grunts feel my ears. I grasp his butt to keep myself steady as I suck his cock. He stiffens, and I swallow Alessio's cum, letting it go down my throat under the pellets of our shower. "Fuck," he says at a groan. I lick my lips and stare up at him from my lower position with a Chesire smile.

He grabs my arm, stands me up, and kisses me.

"Fuck, I missed you," he huffs. He presses his forehead to my own, basking in each other's presence. This was supposed to be a solo shower so I could clean off the sex marathon we were having, but Alessio came in, and I just couldn't contain myself, and neither could he.

But, how could we? It's been months since we've touched each other.

He turns the shower off, steps out first, and brings me back a towel. While I wrap myself, he wraps his waist in one, too, covering his magnificent cock.

The bathroom is filled with thick mist from the extra hot shower we took for a bit too long. He grabs my hand and leads me to our bedroom, with our sheets freshly christened from our time in the bed. "I'm shocked at how well you kept up with our room," I laugh.

There is not a single thing out of place. His clothes are in the basket, his shoes are in the closet, and the bed was actually made up before we stepped inside. It's a suspicious level of cleanliness like he did this before I came over.

He goes into his dresser grabs two shirts and a pair of briefs for himself. He slides on his briefs and then hands me his shirt to put on. "Trust me, it looked a lot worse," he assures me.

"What? Beer bottles and Chinese take out?" I jest, unfolding the t-shirt he's given me. He only shoots me a knowing look, and I know I hit the nail in the coffin. I chuckle, sliding on the shirt that comes down to my knees. "What? No underwear?" I joke.

"Nope, as far as I'm concerned. You're not allowed to wear underwear for the next three days." I raise an eyebrow.

"Three days? Is that it? You're getting old, Les," I coo. He lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his torso. He drops me onto the bed gently.

"I can go all night long, Alice, don't tempt me," he says, kissing my cheeks.

"Really? Because based on those black circles, you need a nap, big guy," I joke, tapping his cheek a few times.

He sighs and presses his forehead to my own. "Is it that obvious?"

"That you're exhausted? Yeah, and I hate to admit it. I am too. It's hell not sleeping with you. I love Charlie and all, but he cannot compete with your cuddling skills."

He takes in my scent, "yeah," he points to a pillow that's too long to be any normal pillow. "You see that. I brought that about a week after you left so I could get some decent sleep."

Shit, I should have thought of that. But where do they even sell six-foot-two pillows?

"Did it work?" I ask.

"No, it was missing that Alice softness and wit."

~

We both lay on our respective sides on the bed, me on the left and Alessio on the right. I lay my head on Alessio's chest and listen to his steady heartbeat with my leg draped over his like a missing puzzle piece. His hairy one vs. my smooth, he's hot, and I'm cold. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me in close like at any minute I will slip and disappear again.

Alessio, I will never leave you again.

"Alessio," I say at a whisper, much to my dismay. My body is almost to that blissful place I call sleep.

"Yes," he says, a yawn soon following after.

"I have to talk to my mother soon and Leo," I add. I've contemplated speaking to them, the people who I've known so long and kept such a big secret from me, especially my mother.

So many secrets. An arranged marriage? A secret mafioso household that had a chance at being mine to run.

"Yes, I know. Your mother misses you."

"Did she call you at all?"

"No," he tightens his hold. "I haven't spoken to her since you left. I called her frantically, asking where you were. And I tried calling her a few times the next day, and I assume she was hiding you from me. Leo told me about who she was."

"Yeah, mom's a secret mafia she-boss who runs America. You know, if this were a movie, I would be rooting for my mom, calling her a girl boss, and kissing the floor she walked on. But, when it's your mom, it's a completely different story. It was scary, and I was so confused, and I felt so betrayed. I told her never to contact me again after she told me who she was, or better yet, what our family was. I still can't believe she kept it from me."

"I can," he says, earning him a slap on the chest.

"What do you mean you can?"

"What I'm saying is that I can see why she wanted to keep you away from all this stuff. It's a dangerous business that could result in so many bad things happening to you. You're her baby girl, her only child, and she was protecting you from this dark world. There aren't many people like me out here, Alice, with morals. People in this world are truly evil and would do anything for power. Lie, steal, kill, and much worse things, especially to a beautiful woman like you."

I bite my lip. "Well, she didn't do a good job. Look at me now. I'm married to an assassin," I joke. "Jokes on her." I look up to Alessio, whose eyes are shut. Never did I think this was such a possibility.

"Yeah," he yawns again, "jokes on her."

"Alessio, I want you to stop being an assassin," I say honestly. "I can-"

"Done," he says, cutting me off.

"Huh?"

"Done, I'll stop. I just need to wrap up a few loose ends, and then I will be finished, retired, done with this life."

I smile into his chest. "I'm glad. But, what do you mean, loose ends?" I murmur.

"Every job needs a two weeks notice," he kisses the top of my head. "I need to find a replacement and make sure everyone is alright. Leo was there for me when I needed something to live for and do. But I'm done. I have you, and if me leaving this life will make you happy and keep you by my side, then I will do it. I don't want you to worry every night Alice for my safety. I've been lucky for over a decade now. I'm not gonna push my luck."

I kiss his chest, "you are so lucky my body is fighting for me to go to sleep right now."

Thank you, Alessio.

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