Page 37 of Mafia’s Final Play

“I’m going to something you to sleep.” He tipped her face up for a kiss and groaned when her hand moved down, lower, until she grasped him in her hand.

“I guess I know what that something is,” she said against his lips, a smile on her face. “Something that might just tire us both out.”

“It might.” He let her have her way with him and relaxed as her hand began to stroke along his length, slowly, a tease more than anything.

One last night in this bed, he thought, with her wrapped around him. He had one good thing to say about the cold out here, it meant they spent a lot of time cuddled up together for warmth. Anton would come down later and fill the stoves up to keep the fires going, but when it was in the negative digits outside, you could light as many fires as you wanted to, it was hard to stay warm.

She moved down the bed and all of his thoughts disappeared. Her lips wrapped around his tip and sucked him deeper into the wet heat of her mouth, and he forgot what words were, what he’d been thinking about, altogether. All that existed was Marie’s sexy mouth and her hands.

He realized he’d moved his hands only when his fingers met her silky hair, wrapped in it to help guide the pace she used on him. When she pulled back up with heavy suction, to the very edge of his cock, his toes curled and his hips thrust up into her face.

“You’re so good to me, Marie. Don’t stop, baby.” He didn’t even know he wanted to speak, but the flow of words didn’t stop. “Fuck, you suck me so good now.”

The movement of her head didn’t stop, but her hands moved. One cupped his balls gently, stroked them as she let him slide deeper into her throat, while her other hand reached up to gently twist one of his nipples. A low grunt pulled up from somewhere deep in his throat, and he nearly lost control.

He wanted this pleasure to last, he wanted to fuck her, but she was determined that she was going to make him come.

“Baby, you have to stop if you want me to fuck you,” he strangled out. He didn’t want her to stop but he wanted to fuck her too. She made the decision for him and pinched at his nipple a little bit harder just as she sucked up his length one more time.

She was totally in control and knew exactly what she wanted, so he let himself go to enjoy what she was doing.

“Have it your way,” he chuckled throatily as he relaxed into the bed once again.

“Mm,” was all he heard from her. That was fine, it meant her lips were still wrapped around his dick.

He opened his eyes, saw her bent over him in those terrible fuzzy pajamas, and wanted to see her naked, but let it go. Her mouth and her face were what he needed to see. He pushed her hair out of her face, held it back, and she looked directly into his eyes. Her lips were wrapped around him so prettily, and he couldn’t get enough of that vision.

“That’s it, Marie, suck my cock. Fuck, you do that so well.” He thrust into her face eagerly, out of control now, but he kept his eyes open, glued to hers, as the first pulsing explosion shook him. He kept his eyes open as she swallowed every drop he had to give her. Her eyes were hungry, excited, then pleased as pleasure rocked him, until he couldn’t hold his eyes open anymore.

He let her head go and sank into the pillows. She crawled off him to her own side of the bed to have a swallow of apple juice. After that, she cuddled up to him, perfectly content to hold him. He couldn’t move, not yet. He’d just rest his eyes a little bit. She’d nearly killed him with that one, those eyes of her daring him to come in her mouth. Fuck, that was so hot.

Tomorrow, he thought as sleep took, he’d tell her tomorrow that they were leaving.

18

When Matteo began to snore softly, Marie rolled over and tried to keep her mind blank. She tried counting, then tried to think of nothing, but that took too much thought, and when she got tired, her mind drifted. Places she wanted to add to their list of places to go popped into her head, then she thought about things like how they’d be so happy traveling around together.

When she remembered she needed to see the doctor, she finally gave up and got out of bed. Gently, she got out of the bed and walked downstairs, her socks padding the sound of her steps. She went to the window to see the night was lit up by a full moon. Moonbeams reflected from the snow to light up the night brightly, almost enough to see the trees in the distance. Some movement caught her eyes, and she stared at it for a long time, but the movement didn’t come again.

She looked around the rest of the yard that she could see and decided the raccoon must be back. Little scamp. She moved away from the window, settled down on the couch, and picked up the remote. It wasn’t so late that she couldn’t watch another movie. She’d just put a movie on when the power went out.

The snow had stopped the day before, there was no wind, but maybe a tree had fallen on a line somewhere out there. Or a car accident further down the mountain. She waited for the generator to come on, it was supposed to all be automatic, but nothing happened.

The sound of steps drew her to Anton as he came down the stairs. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know, the generator should be on by now.” He slid into a coat and put gloves on his hands. With a flick of his wrists, the hood of his coat came up over his head and he tied the strings at his throat. Stay in here, I won’t be long.”

Marie nodded, not sure it was a good idea for Anton to go outside on his own. The more she thought about it, the more she worried. There’d been movement outside, a movement that was too big to just be a raccoon, even if she’d told herself that’s all it was.

Maybe she should go wake Matteo up. He should go out there with Anton, to keep an eye out. Marie bit at her lip, then started to click her fingernail against her teeth as worry consumed her. Anton had been out there far too long. Yeah, he had on enough clothes to stay warm, but it shouldn’t take long to fix the generator. She’d started to rise, to go wake up Matteo when Anton came back in.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with the stupid thing, it won’t start.” He shivered as he took off his coat and gloves, then walked to the fire in the living room. “I’ll go back out in a few minutes, I just needed to warm up.”

“Just leave it until the morning.” She tried to get him to change his mind. “It’s too cold to be out there messing around in the dark.”

“Are you kidding? It’s nearly daylight out there with the full moon, I can see everything fine. I just can’t get it to come on for some reason.”

“Please, Anton? Just stay in here, okay? I’ve got this creepy feeling that I can’t shake.” She’d had it a few times in the night the last couple of days. Like someone was watching from the woods, only she hadn’t wanted to admit it. Tonight, though, she felt like there was something evil nearby, something so bad she could actually feel it.