Fragile Longing

by Reilly, Cora

  Danilo slid out his finger and kissed me harshly, his body pressing into mine. I clung to him, as desperate for his touch as he seemed for mine. His cock dug into my lower belly. “I want to fuck your mouth, gorgeous.”

  I bit my lip, my core clenching, increasing the delicious sensation deep within. I hadn’t given Danilo a blowjob at a social gathering yet, mainly because we always ended up fucking quickly, but also because my lips would be swollen afterward and would draw attention to what we had done.

  Danilo upped the vibration, lightly biting my lower lip, his eyes full of desire. “Let me fuck that tight throat as a birthday present.”

  “You already got a present,” I murmured before I dropped to my knees, no longer caring if my lips would be swollen. I tugged Danilo’s pants and boxers down. His cock was rock-hard and leaking pre-cum. Danilo cupped the back of my head and plunged into my mouth. I clung to him as he worked his shaft all the way in, past my gag reflex. He groaned as he buried himself deep inside me. His cock twitched.

  “Fuck. I always have to stop myself from coming when you deep-throat me.”

  I couldn’t say anything with him inside of me, but I squeezed his balls, causing him to hiss. Fingers tightening against my scalp, he slowly pulled out almost all the way until only his tip rested on my tongue. With his eyes locked on mine, he pushed back in and established a fast rhythm. My eyes watered and my lips and throat felt tender as he fucked my mouth, but I didn’t dream of stopping.

  I was on the brink myself, so close to release I felt like sobbing. I wanted to touch myself, but even more than that I yearned for Danilo’s touch, his tongue, his cock.

  Danilo grunted and hissed, his face completely out of control. Saltiness spread on my tongue and his balls tightened in my palm. He was getting closer, and my body answered with a new flood of wetness. “Open your mouth,” he growled.

  I parted my lips wider and a second later his hot release landed on my tongue. He shuddered as his cock twitched, sending spurt after spurt of cum into my mouth. I swallowed eventually, then swirled my tongue around his tip. Danilo pumped his shaft in and out of my mouth, much slower than before, and then he stilled.

  I pulled back, breathless. Danilo closed his eyes and stood motionless for a couple of heartbeats. I smiled. I loved it when he lowered his barriers.

  He pulled me up to my feet and kissed me, our bodies flush together. He buried his face in my neck, his teeth nicking my skin, making me arch against him. My body throbbed with desire. I needed to feel him, to have him in me. The vibrator wasn’t nearly enough.

  Danilo stepped back, the remote in his hand. “Lift your skirt.”

  I did and Danilo edged down my panties. I held my breath, waiting for him to touch me. Instead, he turned up the vibration. I gasped, my pussy clenching. He ran his knuckles over my folds, barely touching.

  “Danilo!” I begged. He got down on his knees and I thought he’d finally grant me release. Instead, he turned me to face the mirror. He parted my ass cheeks and licked over my crack. I moaned loudly then bit my lip. My face was bright red, my lips swollen, and desire swirled in my eyes. I looked completely wanton and I loved it. I jutted out my ass, giving Danilo better access. He straightened and pressed his thumb against my ass, using his saliva to enter me. “I want my cock in your ass.” My lips fell open at the sensation. We’d done some assplay before, mainly Danilo tonguing me or putting a finger into me during sex. Anal sex, however, we’d tried only twice, and it was still a sensation I had to get used to. I hadn’t felt much more than slight discomfort so far, but I had never been hornier than I was now.

  Danilo reached into the drawer of the wash table and pulled out lube.

  I gave him a disbelieving look. I sincerely hoped none of our guests had peeked into our drawers.

  He smirked. “I come prepared.”

  He squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his cock and spread it while I watched him, mesmerized. He reached for the remote and upped the vibrations once more until I let out a soft moan, my hips rocking with the sensation. He stroked my back and made me lean forward until my ass was propped up in front of him and I was supporting myself on my elbows on the marble counter, my face close to the mirror.

  I was so desperate for release, for penetration, that I didn’t feel a hint of dread when he pressed up to me, his shaft parting my ass cheeks. When his tip nudged my crack, he kissed my shoulder blade and cupped my sex, pressing against my clit. I moaned again, seconds from exploding. He pushed forward, sliding his tip into me at the same time as his thumb swiped over my clit. The pain sent me over the edge. I tensed, on the verge of splintering, and then the tight ball of my pleasure released like a seismic explosion. My body tightened and I whimpered as I came. Danilo grabbed my throat, jerking my face toward him for a harsh kiss to swallow my cry. As I rocked through my orgasm, almost insane from the vibrations deep in my core, Danilo worked his cock deeper into me until his balls pressed against my butt.

  I panted, my palms flat on the marble counter, my forehead almost touching the mirror.

  “Fuck, Sofia. I’m balls deep in your beautiful ass. I wish you could see it,” he rasped.

  With his hand stroking my throat, his eyes pinning me down with their possessiveness, he began to thrust into me, gently at first but soon faster and harder, his balls slapping against the back of my thighs. Every thrust seemed to increase the vibrations of the bullet, and soon I could feel another release approaching.

  The knock at the door made me flinch.

  “Hello?” a male voice called.

  “Occupied,” Danilo barked. Silence followed, but I couldn’t help but wonder if the person had heard us. I had trouble keeping my moans down and Danilo’s grunts, too, were unmistakable, as were the slapping sounds of his balls against my ass.

  I listened for footsteps, trying to determine if the man had left.

  Danilo bit down on my neck lightly. “Stay here. Your mind and body are mine.”

  He accentuated his words with a flick of his thumb against my clit. I bit down on my lip, stifling a moan. I was getting closer when he retreated.

  “Danilo,” I begged, but he only lightly traced my inner thighs and labia, the touch so fleeting it was sweetest torture. When his fingertips brushed my clit lightly, I let out a frustrated whine, but Danilo locked gazes with me and kept up his featherlight caress. Sweat glistened on his face and his shoulders flexed as he slammed into me. It was a sensation unlike anything I’d ever felt before, the feel of his length inside this part of me and the additional stimulation of the bullet vibrator in my pussy. My body yearned for release, my clit already pulsating with need despite the almost-not-there-touches.

  The feel of my cock inside of Sofia’s ass and the distant vibration of the toy in her pussy let my pleasure skyrocket. It took every ounce of self-control not to come right away, especially watching Sofia’s face in the mirror. Her lips were red from sucking me off and her face was flushed. With every thrust of my cock, she rocked forward, her fingers digging into the marble counter. Her lips were parted, and every moan was sweet melody in my ears. I stroked her throat, then pulled her head back for another deep kiss, stilling a moment to really savor the moment of being buried all the way inside of her. The hum of the vibrator mingled with our panting. Sofia’s lashes fluttered before her eyes opened, staring right back at me. Goddamn, this woman.

  I kissed her again and began thrusting. Sofia arched under another orgasm and I couldn’t hold back either. With a shudder, I came inside of her. My vision turned black for a moment, and I could barely breathe from the intensity. I let my forehead sink down on Sofia’s neck, breathing in her sweet scent. She softened under me and I traced my fingertips over her throat, feeling her racing pulse.

  “That was intense,” I admitted, my voice hoarse.

  “Remote,” Sofia whispered. I fumbled for the control and turned off the vibrations. We remained connected, and when I opened my eyes, Sofia was smiling exhaustedly. A few months ago, she�
�d cut her hair into a bob with bangs again and now it was all over the place. Her bangs stuck to her forehead and the rest of her hair stood out to all ends. Her face was red, her lips swollen. I smiled. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Mrs. Mancini. I love you.”

  I paused, surprised by the words, not by their meaning. My feelings for Sofia had grown more every day. I was shocked that my pride had allowed me to admit to them.

  Sofia blinked, then burst out laughing. Not quite the reaction I’d expected. When she calmed down, she said, “If I’d known it would take this to make you say it, I’d have let you have a go at my ass more often.”

  I laughed, realizing the absurdity. I carefully pulled out of her and we quickly freshened up. Once we were halfway presentable, I pulled Sofia against me once more. “I mean it.”

  “I know,” she said softly. “I love you, too.” I kissed her, then ran my thumb over her swollen lip. She traced it with her tongue, then took out a lipstick to cover up any trace of what we’d done.

  “I liked it better when I could see what we’ve been doing.”

  She gave me a coy look and unlocked the door, poking her head out. Then she opened it all the way and hurried outside. I smirked at her obvious worry of being caught and followed a few steps after her, giving her time to enter the living area alone. We’d opened the sliding doors to the dining area to create enough room for all the guests.

  Marco waved me over and handed me a drink. “You look fucking delirious.”

  I smiled. “Not delirious, just content.” For maybe the first time in my life, I felt really content.

  He gave me a questioning look. “I told you marrying Sofia would have positive effects in the long run. A younger woman always gets your blood pumping.”

  “Bria gets your blood pumping, too, but you don’t seem content,” I joked.

  “Very funny. You keep your young wife happy and I’ll deal with mine.”

  My eyes darted across the room to where Sofia was talking to Bria. When Sofia noticed my gaze, she gave me one of those secretive smiles.

  My heart seemed to beat in my throat. I hadn’t seen Serafina in so many years. I wondered if it would be like meeting a stranger. Talking to someone on the phone just wasn’t the same as seeing someone. We’d been talking weekly in the year since I’d married Danilo, but there was always a bit of distance between us because so many topics were off limits.

  Would it be awkward?

  I fumbled with my purse, suddenly nervous, which was funny, considering the reason I should really be worrying was because I was meeting with the enemy. Even though Fina was my sister, she was now regarded as part of the Camorra and thus the Outfit’s—and my—enemy. Mafia politics were unforgiving and indifferent to familial bonds. Once someone was deemed a traitor, emotional bonds didn’t matter anymore.

  If Danilo knew I was here, he’d be furious. He hated the Camorra and Remo Falcone with a fiery passion. His feelings toward my sister were harder to guess. He didn’t like talking about her, and I’d opted to pretend that she’d never been part of his life. From his last remarks, it seemed he hated her, too, which was why I knew he’d be against our reunion.

  A car pulled up in the parking lot in the middle of nowhere in Missouri that we’d chosen as the meeting point. Danilo was on a business trip in Chicago and I’d stayed home, blaming my college workload. I’d snuck out very early in the morning and taken a rental car. It was now early in the afternoon, and I’d sent Carlo a message telling him I was sick in bed and needed time to rest.

  When the car stopped, my heart started to race. The door on the driver side opened, and a tall dark-haired man got out. Fear slithered through my veins when I recognized his face as Remo Falcone. I took a step back, on the verge of running back to my car, when the passenger door opened and Fina appeared. She smiled brightly. My eyes darted from her to her husband. What if this was a trap? Falcone had no qualms when it came to kidnapping. If I got into the Camorra’s hands, my family would be destroyed once and for all, and Danilo would never forgive me.

  Fina said something to Remo and he gave a short nod, scanned our surroundings again, then slid back into the car.

  I didn’t relax, unable to take my eyes off Remo. Fina headed toward me, and I finally dragged my eyes away from the car. When Fina stopped in front of me, I was shocked to discover we were almost the same height. I’d always remembered her as much taller. Of course, I’d been only twelve the last time I’d seen her.

  For a moment, we only stood across from each other. Then Fina bridged the distance between us and pulled me into her arms. I sank into her, feeling like a part of me had returned. Fina hugged me so tightly I could barely breathe, but I didn’t try to free myself. There wouldn’t be many more chances for us to meet.

  “God, I missed you so much, ladybug.” She pulled back. “And I can’t believe how grown up you are. Whenever I thought about you, I still imagined that small twelve-year old, but you’ve become such a beautiful woman.”

  She regarded my face and I did the same with hers. She was still gorgeous, but she’d changed. In the past, she’d always held herself a certain way, always with a hint of caution as if at any moment someone might be waiting to judge her actions. Now, she exuded an air of indifference, as if she couldn’t care less what anyone thought about her.

  “I’d hoped you’d bring the twins,” I said quietly.

  Fina sighed. “You know how it is.”

  My eyes darted to the car and Remo Falcone. Of course, I knew the rules and a Made Man’s vigilance. Remo would have never allowed his children to be in danger. But I wasn’t sure if it was only his worry that led to the decision. Fina was a lioness when it came to her children. She probably would have been wary to have them here. We were sisters, but we also stood on different sides of the war.

  “I know.”

  Fina motioned at a bench nearby. “Why don’t we sit down for a bit and talk?”

  We sat down, and for a moment silence reigned between us. It was strange being together again. I’d secretly hoped it would be the same between us, as if distance and time hadn’t touched our relationship, but that had been foolish. We had changed, so how could our relationship have remained unchanged?

  “How are things between you and Danilo? You’ve been married for what? Eleven months now?”

  I nodded. Our anniversary was in a week, which was perhaps why I’d felt the need for this meeting to really bring this year to an end. “Good,” I said. There was so much more to say, about our struggles in the beginning, about my occasional worries and doubts, and how much it had taken for me to overcome them. But my loyalties lay with Danilo, so sharing our former problems was out of the question. Danilo had done nothing to make me doubt myself these last few months, but the seed of doubt had been planted long ago, and it was far more difficult to burn out than I’d thought.

  Fina regarded me. “That’s good to hear. I was so worried about you, and I felt terrible because you had to take my place. It felt as if I’d stolen part of your life by choosing not to marry Danilo.”

  I linked our fingers, shaking my head. “Nonsense. You know I had a crush on Danilo. For me to be promised to him was the best thing that could have happened to me.”

  And it was. Every day, Danilo and I became stronger as a couple. I loved him and I couldn’t imagine loving anyone else, so ultimately Fina’s decisions had given me what I wanted. If she’d stayed in the Outfit, her presence would have been a ballast for my relationship with Danilo. Now, she had a chance at happiness with her family in Vegas and I could be happy with Danilo in Indianapolis. It was the best option for both of us.

  “Are you and Danilo already trying for a baby?”

  I shook my head. “Not yet. We needed to get to know each other first. That wasn’t really possible before our wedding.”

  “Yeah,” Fina agreed. “With all of the social rules, people are forced to enter their marriage as strangers.”

  I could hear the blatant disapproval for the syste
m in her voice. In the past, she’d been a master of the Outfit’s rules, but she’d obviously grown out of them. Living in Camorra territory probably left her no choice. “What about you? Don’t you want more kids?”

  Fina’s eyes widened and she laughed. “Maybe one day. Nevio’s still keeping me on my toes. If I get another one of him . . .” She laughed again.

  I giggled. “I get that.”

  Another car pulled up and my stomach plummeted when I recognized a familiar face behind the steering wheel. For a moment, I was frozen, unsure of what to do.

  “Oh no,” Fina whispered. “This is going to get ugly.”

  I pushed to my feet when Danilo got out of the car. Remo shoved open the door of his car and exited. The men looked at each other like predators about to rip into each other. Danilo’s face flooded with rage and utter hatred as he regarded the other man. My pulse sped up, and my mouth dried up. I staggered forward, not sure how to prevent a bloodbath. Fina rushed over to her husband. When I reached Danilo, he’d already drawn his gun and was pointing it straight at Remo, who had his own gun directed at us.

  Danilo dragged me behind him the moment I was within reach. Anger and disappointment flashed in his eyes. “How could you do this?” he growled.

  “I needed to see her again. I missed her.”

  Danilo shook his head, and his attention returned to Remo and Fina. I followed his gaze and suddenly dread took hold of me. Fina’s blonde hair whipped in the light breeze, and with her white flowy boho dress, she looked like an angel. She glowed, an apparition straight out of the past, a memory that had haunted me, my family, and Danilo for years.

  In the last few months, I’d started to believe that Danilo had gotten over Fina, that he was happy in our marriage, that he loved me, but what if this set us back? What if seeing her again reminded him of what he’d lost? Of buried feelings? What if this destroyed everything? I couldn’t live through months or years of feeling like a replacement again. I was done being the consolation prize, done being second best.