Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 672 -

*Caterina*

The elevator doors opened to our penthouse, but somehow Elio had managed to get my dress off me in the few seconds it took to travel from the roof. Elio held me up with my legs wrapped around his waist, our lips locked in a kiss that I wished would never stop.

Still keeping his mouth on mine, Elio kicked my dress into the apartment and quickly stepped out, his hands firmly gripping my thighs so that I wouldn't fall. We didn't make it to the bedroom. Instead, he walked straight for the couch, laying me gently on it and pulling away.

I whined at the sudden loss of contact but smiled when I saw that he had only pulled away so that he could tear his own clothes off. I would never get used to his body. He was built like a Greek statue, all masculine muscle.

His shoulders flexed as he lowered himself over me, allowing me to feel how hard he was already. I moaned, wanting nothing more than to feel him press inside of me, but he pulled back so that I couldn't get any closer.

"I know what you want, baby. But I'm not interested in making this quick," he murmured against the shell of my ear before licking it and sending a cascade of goosebumps down my neck.

I arched my back, trying to give him better access to all of me.

He smiled and quickly licked his way down to my nipples, taking them into his mouth one at a time, moving back and forth between them at a pace that almost made me dizzy with pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his waist once more, trying to pull him closer to me, but he was too strong.

"Nope, not yet," he said, his voice muffled against my breast.

Fuck, he knew exactly what I liked, and he knew exactly how to torture me with it. This was why he was so addicting. I couldn't get enough of the way he pushed me closer and closer to the edge, waiting until the perfect moment to send me over it. It felt like he knew me better than anyone ever had.

Without stopping the attention he was giving my breasts, he moved his hand down between my legs and pushed my panties to the side so that he could slip his finger along my wetness. I tangled my fingers in his hair, desperate to keep him going.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," he growled.

I bit back yet another moan in an attempt to play it cool. Who was I kidding? I was literally wrapped around him. He knew exactly how much I was loving this. I stopped trying to hold back and let out a sound that I hoped would get him to move faster.

"Please," I whispered, unable to get out anything else as he continued swirling his tongue and moving his finger in tandem.

"Please what, sweetheart?" he asked, a wicked grin on his face as he looked up at me.

"I need more," I panted, my voice ragged with desire.

"All you had to do was ask."

He drove one finger inside me as he bit down lightly on my nipple. I gasped at the intensity of it all, grasping at his shoulders to keep me steady. Pleasure crackled down my spine, connecting the two intense points of contact. He added a second finger with the first, sinking them deep inside me only to quickly pull out, allowing his thumb to lightly brush against my clit as he did so. He kissed the little bite mark he'd left on my breast, then moved to the other one and gave it the same treatment, increasing the pressure on my clit as he did so.

I brought my hands from his shoulders to his face, pulling him toward me so that he would kiss me again. His kiss was as gentle and loving as he was. He slowly pressed his tongue into my mouth, keeping in time with his hand movements. As his tongue swirled mine, his thumb massaged that bundle of nerves and his fingers pushed inside of me, stroking so deeply I felt like he'd found a secret place within me. He crooked his fingers slightly, making me gasp at the intensity of it all.

With his other hand, he held my face, stroking his thumb along my jawline and encouraging me to tilt my chin so that he could deepen the kiss further. My legs began to shake as his expert hands and mouth continued to work my entire body to climax, and before I knew it, I was pushed over the edge.

"Oh, Elio," I moaned into his mouth as he helped me ride out the aftershocks.

"You're so beautiful like this," he whispered as he pressed kisses along my jaw and slowly slid his fingers out of me.

Once I'd caught my breath, he pulled my underwear off me and took my mouth in his once again, this time pressing his length in between my thighs and teasing at my entrance to make sure I was ready. With his hands on either side of my face, he pulled back so that we could see each other more clearly.

He looked deeply into my eyes as he pushed inside of me, nothing but love and affection on his face.

I wrapped my legs around him, encouraging him to go even deeper inside me. He grunted with pleasure as he pulled out and pushed back in again, faster this time. My breasts bounced with the motion, and I noticed the way the movement caught his eye. He stared down at them in appreciation before cupping one in his hand, rubbing his thumb comfortingly over the nipple.

The level of comfort that I felt with him inside of me was ridiculously erotic. It was amazing to me that I could feel so safe even while lying naked with him.

I knew it was because Elio was such an attentive lover. He noticed everything-the sounds I made, the looks on my face, every cue he paid attention to and used to ensure that I was loving it just as much as he was. And I had always loved making love to him.

I could tell he was getting closer to his own release as his eyebrows wrinkled slightly and his eyes lost their focus. I smiled up at him and bucked my hips slightly, trying to send him over the edge.

I loved watching the way he got lost in the pleasure of it all. He jerked at my motion and came with a deep moan that left my whole body tingling. His head dropped to my shoulder, and we laid together, reveling in the closeness of it all. "Alright, let me carry you to bed," he said as he stood up and cradled me against his chest.

I laid my head on his shoulder, completely spent and very grateful to be carried. After laying me down on our bed, he crawled in beside me and pulled me against him so that I could lay my head on his chest.

He lazily traced shapes on my arm with his fingertips and I was sure I would fall asleep within seconds, but just as I was about to doze off, I remembered my argument with my mom. Just the passing memory made my heart jolt with anxiety and gave me the desire to talk it over with Elio. Maybe he would be able to offer some sort of advice.

"Elio, my mom's pissed at me."

"Why? What happened?" He continued to run his fingers over my arm, offering the comfort he knew I needed.

"She doesn't want me getting involved with all this. She thinks I'm being too much like my dad... that I could replace the same fate as him."

"I'm sorry that you fought with her, but I have to admit, I'm glad I'm not the only one struggling with this."

"It's not your concern. It's mine," I said angrily.

I pulled my arm away from him, irritated that he was going to take my mom's side. Seeing exactly what I was thinking, he reached out and took my arm back.

"Now hold on, baby. Don't go running away on me. I've learned my lesson. Your mom and I will both have to let you decide what you want in life. I support you in that, okay?"

His words calmed me down and I laid my head back on his chest. "Okay," I said, "I just don't like being told what to do."

He chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his belly. "I know, Cat. Nobody is in charge of your life but you. Trust me, I figured that out a long time ago. And I swear, I support you being a part of this. I'm going to tell you everything from here on out."

I lifted my head up to look him in the eyes, "Really? You're not just saying that?"

"I swear, baby. We're equal partners. I'm telling you everything and you can decide what you want to be involved with and what you don't. It'll all be totally up to you. I was wrong for trying to keep that choice away from you, and I see that now."

I broke into a grin, overjoyed to hear that he was finally going to give me what I wanted without hesitation.

"Thank you, Elio. Thank you for finally seeing me and seeing that I need this."

"You're welcome." He pulled me down to him for a kiss. "And everything's going to be okay with your mom. You know you two always figure it out. She can't live your life for you, no matter how much she wishes she could."

I nodded and settled back down against his chest, feeling more relaxed than I had in months. I finally had his full support to be a part of the mafia life. It was everything I'd been wanting for so long, and it was finally happening. Knowing that Elio respected me enough to allow me to make the decision for myself even though it terrified him made me feel even more supported.

"You know, when you say all the right things like this, it really just makes me want to show you how much it means to me," I murmured.

His hands stilled and he looked down at me.

"What do you mean?" he asked, a grin pulling at the side of his mouth.

"I think you know exactly what I mean," I said as I slowly moved down, positioning myself right where I knew he would want me.

"Fuck, baby, you're so perfect," he said appreciatively.

I grinned at him, looking forward to a long night of appreciating each other.