Six Months Contract With The Mafia God

He added another finger, moving them both inside her, stretching her slightly.

”Okay?” he asked, checking in even as he continued his slow exploration.

”Yes,” she breathed. ”Yes, just... please don’t make me wait.”

He withdrew his fingers and In one smooth motion, he lifted her against the shower wall.

She gasped in surprise, her body pressed against the cool tile, her legs instinctively wrapping around him. The water ran over them both, and he positioned himself between her thighs.

The head of his cock pressed against her entrance, and even that small contact made them both groan.

She was stretching slightly just from the pressure of him....the size of him, and he could feel her body adjusting to take him.

”This might hurt,” he said, his voice low. ”You’re small and I’m... a lot.”

”I don’t care, I have been taking it for months now Dimitri” Eve responded, pulling him closer with her legs, essentially pulling him toward her. ”I want all of you. I want to feel all of you inside me.”

Something flashed across his expression, and slowly....Inch by inch. He let her body adjust to him as he filled her. She gasped as he entered...a long, drawn-out sound of sensation and slight discomfort and overwhelming pleasure all mixed together.

”Breathe,” he commanded gently. ”Relax. Let me in.”

She took a breath and relaxed, and he slid deeper. Her eyes went wide as she felt his dick all the way in.....the way he was filling her completely.

”Oh my god,” she whispered.

”Not quite,” he said, and there was almost a smile in his voice, ”but close.”

He paused when he was completely inside her, giving her a moment to adjust to the sensation of having all of him...all fourteen inches, completely filling her.

”Okay?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control.

She nodded, unable to speak. The feeling was overwhelming, always overwhelming.

”I love you,” he said and kissed her head.

”I love you too,” she responded, and then added: ”Move. Please.”

***

He began to move.

Slowly. Long, deep strokes that had him withdrawing almost completely before sliding back inside. Each stroke was controlled, deliberate, building intensity gradually rather than rushing toward climax.

The water cascaded over them both. Steam surrounded them. The sound of water and their breathing and small sounds of pleasure was the only noise in the bathroom.

She wrapped her legs tighter around him, using her leverage to pull him even deeper.

”You’re so tight, always so tight,” he groaned. ”You feel so fucking good.”

His pace increased....just slightly, but enough to intensify the sensation. Her back was pressed against the cool shower wall, which provided contrast to the heat of his body against her front.

”Oh god,” she gasped, her head falling back. ”Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

His jaw was tight with the effort of maintaining control. She could see the tension in his face, the way he was holding back, the way he was forcing himself to take this slow when every part of him probably wanted to take her harder, faster, with the full force of his arousal.

But he was staying controlled. He was staying present. He was making this about her as much as about him.

He pulled out almost completely and then slid back in in one smooth motion, a stroke that went deep and hit something inside her that made her cry out his name.

”Again,” she begged. ”Do that again.”

He did. And again. And again. Building a rhythm that had her teetering on the edge almost immediately.

She was close. So close. Her body was tensing, her breathing was becoming ragged, her inner muscles were beginning to contract around him.

”Not yet,” he commanded, his voice rough and breathless. ”Wait for me. I want to come with you.”

She nodded, trying to pull back from the edge, trying to hold onto control even as her body was screaming for release.

He increased his pace...not much, but enough. The strokes became slightly faster, slightly harder, still controlled but with more intensity behind them.

The water was warm and the steam surrounded them and everything was sensation and connection and need.

His breathing was ragged now too. His muscles were tense with effort. She could feel him starting to lose some of that rigid control, could feel him starting to chase his own release.

”I can’t hold it much longer,” she whispered.

”Not yet,” he said, but his voice was strained. ”Just a little longer. Just....”

He shifted his angle slightly, and suddenly he was hitting a spot inside her that made her entire body go rigid.

”Dimitri....” she gasped.

”Now,” he commanded. ”Come for me now.”

She shattered.

Her orgasm hit her like a wave, her body convulsing around him, her inner muscles contracting and pulsing around his dick.

She cried out his name, broken syllables of pleasure, sounds she didn’t even recognize coming from her own throat.

The sensation of her orgasm, the tightness of her around him, the pulsing of her inner muscles, triggered his.

He groaned her name as he came inside her, his body going rigid with the intensity of it. She could feel him pulsing inside her, could feel release inside her.

For a moment, they were just there, him still inside her, both of them breathing hard, the water cascading over their joined bodies.

He lowered her slowly to her feet, but he didn’t separate from her. Instead, he kept her pressed against the shower wall, his body against hers, his forehead resting against hers.

They stood like that for a long moment.

”I love you,” he said finally, ”I need you to know that.”

”I love you too,” she responded. ”So much.”

He kissed her again...slower this time, deeper, more intimate. The intensity wasn’t gone, but it had transformed into something different. Something that was about connection rather than just passion.

The water continued to cascade over them.

His hands moved over her body, He traced the curve of her back. He caressed her breasts gently. He held her close and just let himself exist in the reality of holding her.

”We should probably get out of the water before we’re completely pruned,” she whispered eventually, and there was a smile in her voice.

”Later,” he said simply. ”Right now, I just want to hold you.”