Divorcing Her Mafia Family
Chapter 40

Miklos was leaning over her propped up on one elbow as he stared down at her and Dimitra knew in her heart this is where she wanted to be. No matter what else happened in her life or over the next two weeks, what was happening right here and now was what she wanted.

“What are you thinking?” his fingers trailed over her cheeks, down her neck and shoulders and back.

“How I’m supposed to get out of this dress when you’re fully clothed on top of me,” she said cheekily.

He jumped off the bed and pulled her upright onto her feet. He sat on the edge of the bed and stood her directly in front of him. “I want to watch you take it off.”

His words made her pause, “I –”

“I want to see you, all of you. Don’t hide from me. Please.” He met her eyes pleadingly.

She pulled one sleeve down her and tugged her arm out, clutching the dress to her bosom and then repeated the action on the other side. She kept the dress held to her tight as she pulled the zipper behind her down and then when she felt the breeze of the fan overhead against the open back, she let it fall to the floor. She stood in her strapless bra and panties in front of him feeling nervous as his gaze traveled her body.

“Take them off, Dimitra.” He commanded quietly.

She undid her bra and let it drop and then hooked her thumbs over the lace of her panties and shimmied them down her thighs, feeling embarrassed when they got caught on the thickness of her bum and she had wriggle them down. She kept her eyes away from his as she kicked them away.

“f**k me,” he whispered gutturally.

She looked at him in surprise. He pulled her so she was on her knees in front of him where he sat on the bed. He took her hand and put it to the front of his jeans. “Do you feel what you do to me Dimitra? You do this. This body,” he ran his hands over her shoulders, along her torso and h**s, “this body does this to me.” He pulled her closer and kissed her mouth softly. “Never hide from me, agape mou. You are perfection.”

“You’re overdressed,” she began unbuttoning his shirt from where she knelt in front of him. She pushed his shirt over his shoulder and smiled at what she uncovered. She ran her hands along his muscular chest and touched him in a way she’d never done before. She was exploring him in a way she hadn’t their first time and he leaned backwards so she could let her fingers seek out his skin. She trailed her fingers through the mat of hair on his chest and down the path it made to abdomen disappearing in a dark line beneath his jeans. She unsnapped the button of his jeans and felt the twitch of his e******n against her palm at his actions.

She sat back on her heels and carefully undid his zippers and then helped him out of his jeans, tugging one pantleg than the other and then took his socks off. Undressing him felt intimate and personal especially while she was naked and sitting on the floor but then he was tugging his boxers off. She was face to face with the hard thick length of him and her mouth watered.

“Miklos,” she whispered as a fantasy she’d always had took control of her brain.

He read her mind as he kicked his boxers to join where her panties had gone. “My body is yours to do with as you please, my wife. Do what your heart is telling you to do.”

She reached her fingers out and gripped him, not surprised by how hard he was in her grasp. She slid her hand up and then back to the base of him and heard his m**n of satisfaction. She moved closer on her knees and let her tongue slip past her lips to lick the droplet of liquid gathered at the tiny slit. She paused, “you’ll tell me if I don’t do it the way you like, right? Show me how you want me to suck you?”

“f**k Dimitra,” his voice hoarse at her words.

She lowered her head over him and let her hair curtain her cheeks as she drew him deep into her mouth. She let her tongue slide down his length and curled her hands to grip his balls lightly stroking them as she lifted and lowered her head in an easy rhythm.

He moved her hair off her cheeks and pulled it into a ponytail in his fist, “I want to watch you suck my c**k, Dimitra. Damn, you feel good.” He g*****d as she swirled her tongue over him sucking and pulling him to the back of her throat.

She could taste the saltiness of him coating her mouth as his h**s moved with her. His fist in her hair didn’t feel like enough and she paused, “pull it. I like it when you pull my hair.”

“Oh hell,” he swore as he leaned back.

She dropped her head down hard on him and he gave a loud m**n.

“Baby, do you want me to f**k your mouth?”

“Yes, please.” She let him pull himself out of her mouth and he lifted her, so she was up higher on her knees, and he stood in front of her.

“Open,” he sighed blissfully as she opened her mouth as wide as she could, and he slammed into her mouth at her request.

She gripped his thighs, her fingernails digging into his flesh as he pumped his h**s forward and filled her mouth with his heat. Tears streamed her cheeks at how deeply he was pushing himself into her gullet and the loud grunting noises of pleasure he was making. He was enjoying this as much as she was.

She let her hand slip between her legs and touched herself while he used her mouth the way she wanted and when he noticed what she was doing he m****d her name loudly and told her to keep touching herself.

“Make yourself wet for me baby,” he begged her as she circled her clit. It wasn’t much longer, and he grunted, “Dimitra, decide. I’m going to c*m if we keep doing this. In your mouth or you need to give me a minute.”

She gripped his leg wordlessly commanding him to let go. It didn’t take more than her command and a few thrusts, and she could feel the hot sticky explosion along her throat and tongue, and she gagged but didn’t let a drop of it escape her mouth. His loud “f**k” made her feel invincible and powerful over him.

He pulled her off the floor and sat her on the bed and pushed her backwards, “my turn.”

“Miklos,” she protested as he assumed the position, she’d had kneeling beside the bed as he pushed her legs apart and nuzzled her middle.

“Oh baby, you’re already so wet.” He lifted her hand and put it against her middle, “show me how you get yourself off. I want to watch you.”

She was stunned by his words. “You want me to do it myself.”

“Oh, I’m going to help but I want to learn what you like, Dimitra. You taunted me at home about touching yourself and it’s on my mind constantly. Show me.”

His words were all the catalyst she needed, and she slid her hand over her belly to the small patch of hair just above the hood of her mound. Her other hand she cupped her breast and she felt him kissing along the inside of her thigh as she touched herself. How many fantasies had she had of him doing exactly this while she touched herself? She let herself get lost in the reality as his lips drew closer and closer to where her finger now splayed her part, slipping along the silky wetness.

His tongue joined her fingers, and she arched up into his mouth and slid her finger back to allow him full access but continued circling her clit, “Miklos, more,” she urged him and then gave a happy sigh when he sucked and nipped on her and added two fingers to his tongue inside her. “Yes,” she cried out as he easily found the soft sponge of her g-spot and stroked her. Her o****m came swift and hard and she shuddered her way through it as he drank of her relentlessly. Her head thrashed against the soft mattress as pleasure wracked her body and she felt empty as he pulled away.

“Up the bed,” he followed her onto the bed. “I can’t wait anymore. I need to be inside you.”

She blinked at him. “But you just –”

“Oh, I’m ready for you again.”

“Doesn’t it usually take a while?” she was confused.

“Not sure who you were with who told you they needed recovery time, but I might need two minutes tops if I get to f**k you.” He was saucy as he kneeled between her legs and stroked her thighs. “I want to watch you come again.” His grin was pure devilry, “and again and again and again. I want my c**k coated in you.”

“Miklos,” she blushed furiously at his language, and he reached his hands out and cupped her breasts.

“I feel the girls need some attention first though,” he dropped onto her and in one movement pulled her n****e into his mouth, nipping her gently.

“Oh god,” she m****d as she gripped the back of his head. She could feel his hard shaft pressed against her thigh as he spent time lavishing attention on her, and she gasped when he shoved his fingers back inside her. “Miklos, I’ll c*m again,” she whimpered.

“I’m going to get you close and then I want to feel you come on me,” he spoke around a mouthful of her flesh. “I can’t stop thinking of how tight you get when you come on me.”

His words had her on edge and when he added a third finger, stretching her more she was bucking wildly under his torment. His name became a repeated plea, and she was losing coherent thought as she the haze of her o****m approached. He withdrew his fingers and she protested because she was so close but then she felt the tip of his c**k pushing into her and she let her legs fall further apart.

“Dimitra, you’re so damn tight for me,” he g*****d as he pushed into her. “Am I hurting you?”

“No,” she slapped his shoulder, “move for f***s sake. You can’t just slide in there and stop. I’m so close.”

His chuckle was dirty and depraved, “my naughty girl,” he whispered as he lowered his torso to cover hers and kissed her mouth. “You want to be f****d.”

“Yes. Please. f**k me, Miklos. I need you to f**k me.”

He rotated his h**s gently and slowly pulled out and very gently pushed back in. “You don’t want me to make slow love to you?” His words were teasing.

“Tomorrow. You can do that tomorrow,” she dug her heels into the back of her thighs when he went too slowly.

“I can make love to you again tomorrow?” he asked against her neck going stock still inside her.

“Yes. As slow as you want but I need you, please. Miklos, I’m so close. It’s right there. Make me cum.”

He pushed up deep inside her, “promise me I can do this again tomorrow, slow and sexy?”

“Yes, slow, sexy and a hundred ways to Sunday,” she would promise him the moon if he asked for it right now. She was on the cusp. She could feel her climax swirling all around her and she needed to reach her pinnacle and he was withholding it from her. She tried to slip her hand between them to touch herself, but he pinned her hand beside her head. “Miklos, please. If you’re not going to, then let me do it.”

“Oh, I’m going to,” his voice was growling in her ear. “I’m going to f**k you so good you’ll be walking funny a week.” With those words, Miklos was a man on a mission. “Do you want to c*m, Dimitra?” he stroked himself along her walls.

She was panting as he started moving his h**s. He pulled almost completely out and then slammed back into her and she screamed, not with pain but the pleasure of him finally giving her what she wanted. She arched her h**s upward to meet him thrust for thrust and it took no time for the pleasure she had been chasing to cascade around her, sucking her down before spitting her back upwards into oblivion.

“That’s my girl, tighten up around me baby,” he gripped her h**s as he didn’t miss a stroke pushing her through. He kissed her mouth slipping his tongue along hers. “You are so gorgeous. Want more, my love?”

“Yes,” she gripped his shoulders as he kissed her. “I never want to stop.”

“Good girl,” he pulled away from her.

“What are you doing?” she protested his movement.

“Repositioning,” he chuckled at her pout, “turn around. On all fours.”

“On all fours?”

“I’m an a*s man,” he reminded her with a smirk.

“Miklos, I’ve never –” even when he’d had her from behind in the bathroom it unlikely exposed her this way. It made her feel vulnerable and self-conscious. The supermodel types he was always photographed with suddenly making an appearance in her head.

“I know,” he lifted her up and turned her over with ease and she shrieked. He slapped his palm against her bare bottom and then leaned over her. “Get out of your head. You are beautiful. Your body is beautiful. I want to sink my teeth right into your delicious a*s.” He palmed her cheeks and squeezed them hard and slapped them again, gently before rubbing them. He lifted her upwards, positioning himself directly behind her, his hard c**k poised at her dripping entrance. “Dimitra, do you want to c*m again? If you want to stop right now, we can.”

“No! Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop,” she looked over her shoulder and was rewarded with a k**s to her mouth. She yelped as he entered her in a swift movement, and she felt so full it bordered painful and then he was moving again. Different than in the bathroom where she had been on her feet and he’d been standing behind her, this was a whole new feeling. “So deep,” her arms felt week and she let her face fall into the pillow. Her action of coming off her hands put her a*s up higher, and Miklos’ g***n of approval made her shiver as he continued pummeling her.

“I wish this room full of mirrors.”

His comment struck her odd and she was gasping for breath as he f****d her mercilessly but needing to question why.

“I can feel you tightening, my wife. I can feel you getting ready to c*m all over me yet again and I can’t see your face because you have it in the pillow, but this angle is so good I don’t want to stop. I wish I had mirrors so I can see your face and the pleasure you are having.”

He wasn’t wrong. The way he moved inside her as she relaxed more and more under his dominating position had her body responding to the deep strokes. She felt sweat coating her skin as she moved with him. His hands were everywhere. She knew he was larger than her, his arms longer than hers but how he was able to reach her neck, her throat, her breasts, and her shoulders and trailing over her back and thighs and bottom and then starting all over was beyond her. It was as if he needed to touch every inch of her silky, dewy skin and wasn’t satisfied with simply gripping her by the h**s. He wanted to touch everywhere.

“Dimitra, touch yourself. You’re so close and I love knowing how intimately you know your own body. Touch yourself while I f**k you.”

She slipped her hand down between her legs to replace her clit and wasn’t surprised to replace she and the sheets beneath her soaked. She let a cry escape her lips as he lifted her a fraction higher, and her knees were almost resting on his thighs.

“Come baby,” he grunted into the thick air around them.

How he made her c*m on command was a mystery, but she found herself pulled into the vortex of sensation. Black and white pinpricks of pleasure coated her squeezed shut eyelids as she orgasmed harder than she’d ever before. She might faint. Could one faint from o****m? She was gasping for breath and realized he was still going strong behind her, not letting the intensity of her pleasure diminish. When her own hand had fallen away from her body, he snaked his hand around her waist and took up the charge of touching her, amplifying her reactions.

She couldn’t come down. She was so high and spinning so hard she clutched her pillows and instinctively tried to pull her body downwards and away but his deep throaty chuckle at her actions made it clear he knew what he was doing, and he held her fast. She was captive to his strength and right now he was using his power to give her pleasure unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. She was mentally torn with wanting to beg him to stop and begging him to never stop.

Her hair was soaked, matted, and clinging to her face against the pillow as she struggled to push it away and she was barely surfacing from her haze when he told her he was ready. Now she definitely didn’t want him to stop. Yet, when his fingers started circling again, she realized he was going to make her release with him. She protested, convinced she would die if he took her with him.

“Miklos, I can’t, not again.” She sobbed into the pillow

“Yes, you can baby. You have at least one more in there for me.” He was relentlessly chasing her o****m for her. “You’re so sensitive right now. Let it go Dimitra. Let it go.”

She was nothing more than his puppet, she realized as she did exactly what he told her to do and a scream ripped from her throat and he grew stiff behind her, his own loud yell echoing hers. Then he collapsed over her.

He was as sweaty as she was, she realized as she felt the soaked skin against her back as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders under the pillow and crushed her deep into the mattress. He was heavy and she could barely breath but somehow, she never wanted him to let her go. If she could stitch their skins together and have him this close to her body for the rest of her life, she wouldn’t be sad. She would happily live off short puffs of air. Her eyes were closed as if unable to open and he was pressing soft tender k****s along her cheek and temple.

She was on the verge of sleep, exhaustion pulling her into the darkness creeping into her mind. She heard his words whispered in her ear and she sighed happily. “I love you too, Miklos,” she snuggled backwards tighter to his body and then let herself get lost in dreamless slumber.