Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad-Chapter 805 : All Those Tomorrows

*Cat*

When I caught Elio devouring me with his eyes, I gave him a sexy come-hither grin.

I was happy to have him home with me. I was happy to have our lives seem to be on a level footing for once–no fighting between us, no call after call from Franky late at night, no MS13. Just the family and us.

Everything was moving smoothly. We’d decided on a venue. I was going to have my dress made for me. Our families would be there to witness the day, and we’d finally be married. I was looking forward to it, but the way Elio’s eyes blazed at me and the way he was stalking me like a cat, I knew tonight our love would be declared in a very different way.

I gazed at him and decided to give him a run for his money. I backed away, smiling at him all the while, our hungry gazes locked, and our bodies throwing off heat, as I moved away and he slowly herded me toward our large bed.

I felt my knees hit the back of the bed and the game of flirty chase was over. He caged me in, placing his hands on the bed on either side of me. I leaned back on my elbows, still playing the prey to his predator. That was when he attacked.

Everything in me melted as his lips, teeth, and tongue feverishly moved over me. He started with my neck, nibbling, licking, and kissing away the sting of his bites. He didn’t touch me with his hands, just his mouth.

My upper chest was suckled and nuzzled, my nipples sucked and bitten. He was thorough. His lips moved down my torso, to my navel, where he licked and moved down my stomach.

I sucked in a breath as those dark sizzling eyes caught mine again as he kissed further down and I couldn’t brace myself on my elbows anymore. I all but slid off the side of the bed.

Elio’s strong hands finally touched me, pushing me further onto the bed as his mouth devoured me as his eyes had before. I felt the building of pleasure like a pressure cooker overheating, and I couldn’t help but explode when his teeth grazed the bundle of nerves at the core of me.

I had to bite down on the flesh above my wrist to keep from screaming loud enough to bring everyone else in the house to us to see what was wrong with me.

I panted as he licked me through the spasms. I continued to shake and moan, my head twisting from side to side as I pulled at his hair and begged for more.

“Elio,” I moaned, “I want you now!” I said, my heartbeat thumping in my chest, my fingers pulling at his curls, wanting him to come over me and create the havoc in my soul all over again.

Would it always be like this? Would he always make my entire body sing everything he touched me or put those clever lips on my body? Would we always combust in each other’s arms?

He grinned at me as he came over me and sucked at my lower lip before claiming my mouth with a carnal kiss.

I could taste myself on his lips and it made me yearn for more. I pulled him closer, widening my legs to let him in. I was restless beneath him, pulling at him with my hands, rubbing my legs against his, and pushing my core against his hardness.

I could feel his desire getting stronger. His body hardened further, his length pushing against my folds and slipping sensuously against me, bumping those nerves and making me cry out, my passion growing more urgent by the moment.

“Don’t tease,” I breathed in his ear.

He leaned back enough to stare into my eyes. “One turn deserves another,” he said, smiling down at me, and pushing my hair off my face.

I kissed his lips, pulling at him once more as he ground against me and used one of those large gorgeous hands to plump up a breast and ready it for his delectation.

“Um, I’ll get you back for this,” I threatened in a breathy voice.

“Sure, you will,” he teased, and sucked my breast into his mouth.

I gasped, and he entered me without fanfare.

It was like being filled all at once. I was all of a sudden complete. My body stopped struggling against him trying to make him comply. I finally had a portion of what I wanted, and now, I could wait for him to continue. My eyes shut and my body shuttered.

“Oh, no you don’t,” he whispered. “Open those lovely eyes, Cat.”

Though it was hard and my eyelids felt heavy and uncooperative, I willed them open because I wanted him to move.

“There’s my lovely woman,” he praised, and he slipped deeper within me.

I pushed toward him as he deepened the contact, and both of us gasped. I leaned up and kissed those sexy lips, and it was as if a dam broke. Our kisses became more fervent, his movements faster and I continued to move with him.

Our bodies were in sync, moving toward the same precipice. My fingernails dug into his shoulders, my heels resting in the dimples just above his very sexy ass, and his face pressed into the curve of my neck.

We pushed and pulled, gave and took, breathed in one another, and meshed together only to struggle apart in order to do it all over again. Our intent was the same. the building of that high dragging us inexorably to a brilliant and exalting pinnacle we’d reach for one another again and again throughout the night to repeat and improve upon.

I clamped around him, feeling him throb within me. I held him close and sank my teeth into his shoulder, then clinched the supple skin of his back in my fists as every part of me flew apart and shook while he stilled in my arms, yelled out, and came with me.

Those last moments of lovemaking always shook me. My eyes went blind, my mind went blank, and my body trembled as if I’d break a part. I felt Elio’s lips kissing my shoulder, my neck, and ear before he finally touched those lips, gentle and sensuous against mine.

I ran my fingers through his curls and kissed him back. The kisses were languid and soft now that we’d burned through the conflagration that was our initial desire.

Elio rolled us to our sides, still holding me close, our bodies still intertwined, my legs tangled with his, his chest to my breasts, our arms around one another.

It was moments like these that I most loved. I enjoyed just having him in my arms, our breaths moving over each other’s skin. We didn’t have to say anything to one another. We didn’t need words to express our love or keep us comfortable. We were just content in each other’s presence. In those silent moments of touching and breathing one another in, we felt infinitely connected.

I lay in Elio’s arms, listening to him breathe and feeling his skin against mine. I felt his chest move. I could hear his heartbeat. He was asleep.

I rarely got to see Elio at rest. It was I who fell asleep first most nights. I’d heard of lovers staring at their beloved while the other slept. I used to think of it as a boring endeavor. I figured it would be like watching paint dry or grass grow.

It was nothing like that.

Elio’s grip on me had lessened. His muscles relaxed around me. His eyes were closed, those long lashes any diva would envy throwing shadows on his cheeks. He seemed to be thinking hard about something in his dreams.

His eyes moved beneath his lids. His forehead still had thought wrinkles, and his jaw was clinched even in sleep. Though his breathing was even and his heartbeat regulated, he looked as if he were fighting a battle or arguing in his sleep.

I smiled at him. He was going to grow old and have permanent furrows above his eyebrows. I touched those lines. I knew I would love them and him for all our lives.

Being his was a miracle even though I found myself annoyed and exasperated with him half the time. Every moment with him was a thrill, whether we were going on an adventure he’d planned and had secreted me away for, or if we’d stayed in and were just stretched out on the couch having a conversation.

He was always a strong man. I’d known what I was getting into when I accepted that first invitation. Everything about him had always fascinated me, from his innate handsomeness to the badass persona he had with the men. Everything about him was a turn-on.

I’d gone from girly fascination and puppy love, though I never dared admit it back then, to infatuation and sexual attraction, to full-fledged adoration and true lover. I loved him with a passion and devotion I didn’t understand I had for him.

Now that I had our relationship, I was never in doubt of what and who I wanted. Elio was mine, and I wasn’t giving him up.

I looked at that handsome face with its strong Italian features and was happy to call him my own. Our lives together wouldn’t be perfect. Our lives would be ours to work through and create new traditions and just cherish one another as we continued to care for the family and its American-based business.

I was sure that many of the family members had thought that at first, Elio and I weren’t right for one another. Some of them probably thought I was too young for him, except for those who had even more of an age difference between them.

I thought about where my mind had wandered and realized that none of it mattered. No one else other than our family truly mattered in this. Mom was happy for us, and she’d indicated that Dad would have been happy for us too.

Emilia was going to be happy to have her parents together, loving her and loving one another. She would grow up in a home full of love and two people who cherished one another. I’d have a handsome husband who I could grow old with by my side, allowing me to be a part of his life and business as I forged a path for myself by going back to school and possibly adding to our business ventures with one of my own.

The dreams we had for our lives could be realized together. It didn’t matter what others thought. We’d live our lives together, cherishing what we have and continuing to create a life we could share with our daughter and maybe even more children in the future.

I yawned as the dream of all our tomorrows lured me, safe and happy, into sleep’s embrace while in the arms of the man I loved.