Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad-Chapter 776 : Symphony

*Cat*

The way we kissed when Elio rolled atop me made me think we were going to have a hard, fast ride,

Once Elio decided to give in to me, he slowed down, running his hands over me, giving me suckling nibbles all over my body, and making me writhe beneath him.

On his way back up my body, he licked and teasingly bit at my inner thighs. He opened me, nipping, sucking, and licking me up like his favorite dessert. I sighed as he kissed his way back to my breasts, licking at my nipples and making me moan, recreating the blaze he brought to my body all over again. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

He slipped inside me slowly, his long thick length stretching and settling within me, finding its home there. Both of us moaned in relief at the contact.

My thighs hugged his hips, and his chest rubbed against my over-sensitized nipples as he moved within me.

My body always sang at Elio’s touch. Today, we were out of tune. He attempted to play a violin symphony while I wanted, no, needed the electric, pulse-pounding, and drum-rattling beat of rock.

I fisted his curls and pulled his face from the crook of my neck where he’d placed it while licking and nibbling at my throat. I stared into the undeniable hunger of his dark eyes and moved my hips, squeezing him with my internal muscles.

“Harder.” I shivered and took a deep sigh. “Faster.” I yanked on his hair and pulled him back down to me for a hard and raw kiss to express my hunger and need.

That was all it took.

One minute, he was moving like a tortoise, and the next he’d lifted himself on his knees, grabbed me behind my knees, and slid deeper into me. He moved like a piston, railing me hard and fast, just as I’d asked.

“Ah,” I moaned, and I followed the strong pace he’d set for us.

I watched him watch us, and it heated my body even more.

I leaned forward on my hands to kiss and suckle at his chest. He let go of my legs and pulled me to his chest. I wrapped my legs around him again and we fell into a mindless rhythm. As we kissed and touched each other wherever we could reach, our bodies meld and retreated over and over again. I never wanted it to end. I had him in my arms. He had me in his.

We worked toward completion together, our bodies drenched with sweat. We moved together, rubbing, touching. My fingers dug into his hair, while other muscles intimately clutched around him as I shook all over and fell apart in his arms.

Elio shook too. His body lost its rhythm and paused, and I felt him throb and spill into me.

He didn’t seem to be able to hold himself up because he fell over and twisted, so I fell atop him instead of him crushing me with his heavier weight.

We lay, spent, panting together.

I felt energized and lethargic all at once. He trailed his fingers over my skin and hummed deep in the back of his throat. I felt it rumbling under my body. It was like he was purring. I smiled. I rubbed my fingers through the hairs on his chest and drowsed against him while he caught his breath.

I felt him shift, pulling his body from beneath mine, slowly as if not to wake me. I lay quiescent and listened to him get up to walk to the bathroom. He returned soon and sat on the side of the bed. I felt comforted with him there beside me. I slipped into a soft slumber, but then I felt him stand, and it woke me.

I knew he had to go. I didn’t want him to leave. But I never wanted him to leave anymore.

I wouldn’t complain or beg him to stay home. I knew he had business to tend to. He couldn’t do it from the house. He couldn’t make calls or have the conversations he needed to have here. There was no telling whether the Feds knew about his involvement with the family and its organization, and if they did, they’d be listening to every phone call and could have had the house bugged, for all we knew. He had to meet with his people in person.

If I asked him to stay, I’d not only make him feel bad about abandoning me and our baby, but I’d look bad. I knew the deal. I’d agreed to become a part of it. He had a family to care for, people to take care of outside of Emilia and me.

Thinking of our sweet happy baby girl made me smile. I didn’t want to worry about Elio, but I did. I felt bad for being relieved he wasn’t with his men the day they were arrested. I didn’t want my fiancé behind bars regardless of his associations and what they meant in our lives.

Sure, it was dangerous. Occasionally, Elio conveniently forgot to share something or flat-out lied to keep me out of the loop, which utterly pissed me off, but I knew he was a good man and I loved him despite the danger and mystique of our lives.

I wanted him to tell me when things went down because I needed to be prepared to protect myself and Emilia if need be. I didn’t know why I couldn’t get that through Elio’s thick, curly-haired head. He’d been doing better of late, or at least I thought he was.

He kissed me goodbye and left.

Not long after, I heard my baby’s cry, and the sound of her calling for me in her own little way made me smile and grab a robe to go to her.

“Hello, how’s Mama’s girl?” I asked, picking her up from the crib and pulling her close.

It was always a relief to have her in my arms. She kept me grounded in reality. My thoughts didn’t wander and meander into fear and concern. I didn’t have time to worry when she needed feeding and changing.

I hummed an off-tune nursery song I only knew the melody to. I loved it, but I couldn’t for the life of me remember all the words.

I took her to the changing table, listening to her gurgles and watching her suck at her fist the way she did when she was hungry.

“I’m going as fast as I can,” I said, wiping and powdering her. She kicked her little legs and stared at me as if to say, hurry up lady.

I laughed at myself, as she continued to suckle furiously at her fist. After putting on a new diaper, I put her into a new romper and we settled in the rocking chair in the nursery, and let Emilia latch on, humming to her and watching her little cheeks move while she gobbled her meal.

I smiled at her as I lifted her to my shoulder to burp her. I felt a pang of sadness, thinking of the day when Elio did this for her at the park. Tears pricked my eyes.

It seemed that no matter what, I couldn’t help my thoughts from wandering to Elio no matter how hard I tried. I breathed in deep and released the breath.

didn’t want my tension and worry to transmit to Emilia. She didn’t need to deal with my anxiety. I remembered reading somewhere that babies could feel what their parents felt. I didn’t want to give her a tummy ache or to sour my milk. She needed my milk, so I’d stay calm and steady for her.

I switched her to my other breast and let her latch on. She was still wide-eyed and curious. I smiled down at her and told her a fairytale about the angels and how they talked to babies. There was one baby that never lost her angel. She talked to him always, and no one believed her that she wasn’t talking to herself. When she was young, she got away with it because people said she had an imaginary friend.

When she got older, people shunned her and called her a liar. But one day, when she was being taken off to the asylum, her angel dropped to the Earth at her feet. He had fallen from the heavens to save her, and they lived happily ever after.

By the time I was finished with the story, Emilia was drowsy again. I was a little surprised, but I burped her again and rocked her on my shoulder while I checked my phone’s GPS to see where Elio’s phone was.

He was at the warehouse again. He was there more than at his everyday job. I didn’t want him to get caught up in the gangster round-up the cops and FBI were making.

I could hear his voice in my head. “We have to lay low for now.”

I wanted him safe, which was likely at the expense of others. It made me feel like a heel, but it was the truth.

Still, I hoped things for the organization would quiet down soon so Elio could be home more with his family and leave behind the things that could get him either killed or put in prison.