Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad-Chapter 821 : How Much I Love Him

*Cat*

I was glad to be alone for a few minutes to take my bath. There were so many thoughts racing through my head.

I wanted to talk to Elio about what I was feeling and thinking, but I knew I couldn’t. He loved the life. He loved being the Don. How could I even think of taking that away from him?

The news about Junior was an eye-opener. He was a danger to Emilia and me. Elio could take care of himself and so could I, but Emilia was just a baby. She hadn’t asked to be brought into this mess. She was helpless, and the only people she had to protect her were Elio and me. We made the decisions, and she had to live with them.

Would Junior come after my baby? The thought kept circling around in my head.

I did as Elio said and went to take a bath, running the water and putting in lavender and chamomile oils before my feet touched the warmth of the water. I lit candles to further soothe my troubled thoughts and dimmed the lights.

It was lovely to have this time to myself. I loved Emilia and I enjoyed putting her down for the night, reading her stories, listening to her little breaths go from regular breathing to slow and even, indicating she was asleep, watching her move onto her tummy and lift her little rump into the air. It was her favorite sleeping position and I loved to watch her move around, arranging herself the way she wanted until she fell asleep.

But I was grateful Elio was having the experience with her tonight. They loved each other and had a bond I was grateful for. She had her papa and she had her mama, and all of us loved one another.

I sat down in the bath and breathed in the sense around me. I had to stop thinking. Maybe if I stop thinking so hard I could actually relax, I thought. Maybe if I only thought of things that made me happy instead of things that could ruin our lives, I’d feel better.

Thinking of Junior catching up to me and taking my baby, or taking both of us for that matter, only made me feel worse and question Elio’s and my decision to stay in the mafia life.

I knew I would act against Junior if I had to protect Emilia. If I was alone, I would do everything in my power to get back to my child. But if he took us together, I would be helpless to do anything to him, paralyzed by the fear that if something happened to me, she would be helpless and left to his machinations.

There I went again, worrying about things that may never happen. I thought that the reason why I kept doing that was because I had no control over what Junior would or wouldn’t do. Not being in control often scared me.

The life was all about control. If you were in control, you had the power. If you had the power, no one could touch you. Junior didn’t have a lot of power other than over my thoughts and fears. Fear was debilitating. So, Junior had a lot of power over me right now.

It was a vicious cycle of fear, anger, and impotence. I needed to let the cycle go because there was nothing I could do to stop what may come. If there wasn’t an Emilia, I could possibly just let it go and wait for the inevitable. But Emilia tipped the ball into another zone, and it seemed I couldn’t get a handle on it.

I stood from the water and cleaned myself with the body wash Elio bought me from Paris. It smelled so good and it soothed me even more. Instead of paying attention to my ever-looping and circling thoughts, I paid attention to the feel of the soap on my skin, the dripping and splashing sounds of the water.

I paid attention to the scents around me and how it felt to be alone in the center of my own universe for just a few minutes. I breathed deeply so I could intake the scent and let it cloud in my head.

I closed my eyes and washed my body then sank back into the scented water. It was nice to be clean, but I needed to get out so I could be ready for Elio when he came for me.

I was looking forward to that.

I step from the tub, grabbing the nearest towel and drying myself off. When the door clicked and opened, Elio stood, watching me.

I continued to dry myself off, lifting a leg, and languidly rubbing it dry, wiping between my legs, rubbing the towel over my behind and lifting the other leg to rub it dry. His eyes devoured me. I wanted him to do that. I imagined Elio’s body against mine. His fingers all over me would definitely do the trick.

I wrapped the towel around me as if I didn’t notice him there. I felt his eyes on me and I saw them in the mirror, staring at me, devouring my body, tagging my every move. I turned to face him head-on and looked into those hungry eyes.

He walked over to me and pulled me into his arms, kissing my lips and stealing my towel. I smiled up at him and jumped. He caught me as my legs went around his waist and my arms around his neck. He continued to kiss me as he walked us from the bath into our room.

He lay me on the bed, pulling my limbs from around him, kissing me... first my lips, then down the length of my throat.

His fingers touched everywhere, pinching my nipples, rubbing at my belly, squeezing my hips, rubbing at my thighs, and lifting my legs to spread me for his delectation. His tongue had followed his fingers–a nip here, a kiss there, a nibble elsewhere, his tongue, lips, and teeth doing exactly what his eyes promised, devouring me.

I accepted his touch and his kisses enjoying the sensations, each pulling me further and further away from my worried thoughts.

He kissed each of my thighs and then his mouth, which was where I needed him most. He licked, kissed, and sucked, his tongue doing things to me that made me writhe beneath him. His big hands kept a gentle hold on my thighs, keeping them parted for his delight, making my entire body clench and release.

I threaded my fingers into his hair, pulling at his curls, shifting my legs, and moaning out my pleasure. All I could feel and think of was his mouth on me his hands holding me open for him. Then, he slipped his fingers into me while his tongue licked at the ball of nerves at the Apex of my core. I clinched hard and trembled all over as I came for him.

He kissed me and licked me through the orgasm. I sighed with relief, my heart still racing, my breath still panting.

He kissed his way back up my body and kissed me, soothing me, sliding his hands over my sides. I felt cherished. For the moments he lay against me, tracing me with his fingers and rubbing at me with his palms.

I pushed his shoulders, rolling atop him, and smiled. I kissed his lips, sucking at his throat, rubbing at his broad shoulders and the muscles in his biceps and forearms. I kissed down his torso, sucking at his nipples, licking at his pecs, nibbling at his six-pack, sliding my fingers over his hardness the way he’d done me.

His body was my platter, and I intended to take my time pleasuring each section and devouring my very delectable meal.

I kissed his balls, licked there, running my lips over him, licking at his thighs, rubbing my cheek against his erection, and kissed the sexy V above his thighs. I looked up to meet his desire-hazed gaze and sucked the head of his cock into my mouth, letting him go with a pop.

I continued to tease him, licking back down to the bottom of his shaft. I sucked one of his balls then the other. I rubbed my tongue over them, feeling his erection stiffen even more as he tapped the top of my head.

“Cat,” Elio breathed, pulling at my hair, trying to get me to move up his erection. I breathed against him and he sighed.

I looked up the center of him back to the top of the head of his erection. I sucked him down quickly, pulling him to the back of my throat and swallowing. I hummed, letting him feel the vibration from the sound.

He groaned. His hips moved and his hands clutched in my hair. I continued to move with his hips and hands, letting him set the pace.

“Cat, baby,” he whispered again, pulling at my hair, trying to pull me away from him.

I knew he wanted me to let go, but I wanted to give him the same pleasure he’d just given me. We could start all over again in a few minutes. I knew he had the stamina to start again soon.

So, I sucked him dry, pulling on him using my hand to stroke the rest of his hardness that wouldn’t fit in my mouth, rubbing at him and using my thumb and forefinger to pleasure him further.

He twitched, still trying to resist the urge to come. I sucked harder, bobbing my head. He couldn’t resist anymore. He pushed his hips up and down, making love to my mouth. I was pleased he was allowing me to love him the way he’d loved me.

Then, he let go, his body shaking and shivering, his release coating my throat. I continued to suck him down, swallowing every drop of him. I loved every part of Elio, including this part. I enjoyed making him groan and moan.

I stayed with him through his release. I licked him one last time before moving up his body and holding him close.

We stayed that way for a while, just holding each other and rubbing at each other’s backs, shoulders, tummies, and bottoms. I could feel him hardening again. His fingers played with my thighs, pulling me open for him and making sure I was ready for his entrance. We kissed and touched, loving each other. He rolled me to my back and entered me slowly. He pushed inside of me and all I could think was more, more, more.

“Please,“ I begged, aching for him to move again.

“You little torturer,” he said in my ear, licking the lobe.

I open my eyes to look at him, his eyes a fathomless darkness. There was so much in those eyes–everything he felt for me, the protection he held within him for me and our child, the love he carried with him just as he carried his weapons, wallet, and phone.

His lips closed over mine and we kissed each other as we began to move. He stretched me and I was so full. Every time he moved atop me, I moved with him, and our bodies shaped each other perfectly–his chest against my breast, rubbing at my nipples; his stomach slipped against mine, the hair of his thighs rubbed against mine, causing even more sensation to ripple through me... my legs brushed restlessly against his, urging him to go faster, but he would not be moved this night.

He loved me slowly, his hips moving slow and easy. Languorous pleasure swelled in my skin flowing throughout my body, slipping like a sluggish current through my core. I clenched around him. I wanted to urge him to move faster, but I understood his need for an easy pace tonight. Maybe it was what we both needed–the slow and easy loving these moments of tenderness, his fingers rubbing over me, lifting one leg higher than the other, his penetration deeper.

His lips kissed softly at my throat, my chin, my cheek, my nose, then my lips. We kissed throughout the rest of our lovemaking, and the orgasm slowly rolled over in me a tide of pleasure.

My heart struggled with the infinite love I felt for him. Everything about this man made me want to keep him forever. He had asked me to give him forever. I wanted to give it to him. At that moment, nothing else mattered but him and me, as I felt his body grow tight and throb inside me and release once more, giving me everything he was to me.

We lay intertwined. We breathed one another’s breaths. Our eyes were connected, and our bodies were still connected. There was no one else but him and me in the world at that moment.

I lifted my fingers to his cheek and kissed him softly, hoping he knew how much I loved him.