The Mafia's Lawyer

Chapter 14 - Ava

Two weeks of healing in Enzo’s house, and I feel like I could come on the spot every time he does something nice for me or touches me. He hasn’t touched me sexually in two f*****g weeks, and every time he looks at me, all I can think about is jumping him and riding him like I’m at a rodeo. All my wounds are now healed, but he’s still treating me like I’ll break any minute. I’m both emotionally and sexually frustrated, and it’s driving me insane. I’m currently on his bed completely naked. I’m waiting for him to come back so I can convince him to ravage me in all the ways he does best. I lay my head down, and before I knew it, my eyes started closing.

I woke up, and the room was dark with a big, strong body beside me. What time is it? I roll over to look at my phone, and it’s one o’clock in the morning. Goddammit. I missed him coming home. f**k this. He may wake up because I am dying from s****l frustration. Especially with him also naked beside me. I climb on top of him and start kissing his neck until I reach his ear, and then give it a little nibble. He moves into it and slightly grunts in his sleep. I start to rub myself against his c**k and feel him growing hard in an instant. I make my way to his lips. His eyes open suddenly, and he wrestles me to the bed with my arms above my head in an instant. I see the surprise in his face, and then a sudden flash of guilt crosses his face. He immediately scrambles away from me to his side of the bed

“Oh my god, Ava,” he gasps. “I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?” He proceeds to check me over for any injuries from him wrestling me to the bed.

He’s kneeling on the bed, so I move in a flash and climb on top of him. His previously hard c**k has gone flaccid again, so I start grinding on him so he can feel how wet I am for him.

“No, baby,” I moan. “It excited me.”

I see his eyes widen, with what could only be his innate hunger for me, and he starts thrusting against me. His c**k is now so hard for me, and I get a sense of pride at that. He wraps his arms around me and grabs the back of my head, and he pulls me in for the kisses of all kisses. This is not just a kiss. He’s devouring me like I’m his last meal on this earth, and I’m absolutely here for it. We continue like that for a bit, making out like horny teenagers, and then he lays me on the bed again. He’s between my legs and props himself up with both elbows at each side of my head, his c**k resting against my c**t. I rock against him, and he lets out a grunt, and I moan so loud the whole house could’ve heard me. He grabs my left hip with a hand and holds me there.

“I don’t think I can go easy on you, little vixen,” he growls. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I grab his hair so he can’t look away from me. “I’m fully healed, Enzo. Don’t treat me like I’m glass.”

He looks in my eyes to see how serious I am, and I grin up at him and start thrusting against his c**k again. He finally gives me what I want and starts thrusting against me. He ravages my mouth with kisses for a few beats and then starts to kiss down my neck, and down my whole body, until I feel the heat of his mouth at my c**t. I gasp at the sheer pleasure of just having his mouth near my sensitive nub. He bypasses my c**t and starts licking my entrance before thrusting his tongue right inside me. He keeps thrusting his tongue into me until I’m on the edge, then he pulls it out and licks right up to my c**t. The sensitive nub is dying for some action, and he’s not being shy about showing it. He keeps going, and I see fireworks when my orgasm starts to tear through me. He holds my hips, so I don’t clamp my legs around his face, and continues his torturous ministrations with his tongue. Once my orgasm starts to ebb, the sensitivity starts to kick in, and he has me giggling and writhing at the tickly sensation of my oversensitive nub, and eventually starts kissing his way up my body again until he reaches my lips. He pulls away from the kiss for a second and rests his forehead on mine while looking straight into my soul through my eyes.

“Is that everything you wanted, little vixen?” he pants.

“Yes, and no,” I pant back.

“No?”

“I want you inside me, Enzo,” I say with desperation. “f**k me like it’s the last time you’ll ever have.” He lets out a groan at my words and lifts his head to look at the ceiling.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Ava.” He whispers, almost inaudibly.

He looks into my eyes as if searching for something, then he descends his lips onto mine as if he’s a starving man. He rocks against me, and my c**t becomes less and less sensitive with each thrust. He pulls his hips away enough to nudge his c**k at my entrance and thrusts into me in one go. We both groan and moan at the sensation of having him inside me again. I see stars at the pleasure I feel having him in me, and then he starts to thrust so fast and hard I can barely breathe. He’s so deep inside me I don’t know where he ends, and I begin.

“Ava,” he grunts. “I could never tire of being inside you.”

“Me. Neither,” moan between thrusts.

I feel him pulse inside me, clearly on the edge of coming, and that undoes me. I scream in pleasure as my second orgasm tears through me, more intense than the last. He devours my lips and then bites on my tongue as he grunts and growls through his own release. It only makes my own release last that little bit longer, feeling him pulse and jolt inside me as his c*m paints my insides.

After we both come down from our release he rolls onto his back and pulls me on top of him. I lay with my legs on either side of him, chest to chest, and my head on his shoulder. We’re both breathing hard still as we recover. That was probably the two most intense orgasms I’ve had in my life, and my feelings are bursting through my chest. This man has done everything for me for the last two weeks, and I know now that our connection is not just s****l. I love him, and it’s probably the most reckless thing I’ve ever done, because what if he doesn’t feel the same way about me?

He kisses my head, and I pull myself up to look at him. The creases around his eyes as he smiles up at me suggest he at least has some affection for me. If that’s all I ever have with him, would that be enough? Or am I just setting myself up for heartbreak again? The difference between those heartbreaks and if this turns into one is, I don’t think I could survive if he threw me aside. I am irrevocably in love with this man, and it’s the most intense I have ever felt about anybody. Tears well in my eyes, and his brows crease in worry. He puts a hand on my cheek.

“Did I hurt you?” he whispers brokenly.

“No,” I sob happily with a giggle. “I just can’t believe I have you, and I don’t think I could survive losing you.”

He puts a hand on either side of my face now, so I am forced to look him in the eyes. “You are mine, Ava Greenwich,” he says matter-of-factly. “You will always be mine.”

He wipes my tears away and pulls me in for a kiss, only unlike earlier, this one is sweet and reassuring. He then pulls back into a hug, me still on top of him, and we both fall asleep in our blissful states.