His hands found my waist and he pulled me on top of him. Our faces were so close, he could probably smell the nervousness emanating off me.

I wanted to initiate things, but I suddenly turned into a coward and pressed my hands to his chest, using them to push me into a sitting position on him. I ran a hand through my long blonde hair and let out a clueless sigh, "I'm sorry." I attempted to crawl off him, but to my surprise, Angelo grabbed my hip with one hand as he steadied himself with the other and he too came into a sitting position.

"You didn't do anything, Chloe. Don't be sorry," he said, his eyes trained firmly on my lips.

I slowly slid my arms around his neck and pulled myself even closer to him, trying to will myself to take that extra step and kiss him. But all I could do was stare into his eyes that were the deepest shade of brown.

"What exactly is your plan?" Angelo asked softly before his lips barely touched my own for one simple kiss that made me melt in his arms. My stomach was in knots.

This wasn't where I saw myself a couple of weeks ago. Fantasizing about everything that could happen between an infamous mafia boss and myself.

"Well it seems a little ridiculous now," I admitted embarrassedly. "I wasn't actually being serious when I said that I had a plan. I never have a plan. I just like messing all of yours up."

He gave me a look that made me want to run and hide, almost seeming scrutinizing.

After realizing that he wanted further elaboration, I continued. "I have no idea what I'm doing."

"Me neither."

I scoffed, my eyes rolling perfectly enough to impress any teenager, "Shut up. You know exactly what you're doing. I bet you've slept with a million girls."

Fuck.

That's not what I meant.

He let his grip on me go as he leaned back a little bit, his face giving away a hint of offense, "Well...I don't know what to say to that. I can guarantee you the number isn't a million though."

I ran a hand through my hair frustratedly before crossing my arms over my chest, "I didn't mean to make you sound like a whore. I'm sorry. I think we both can agree that with you being who you are...sexy times...present themselves for you way more than they do for me."

He laughed at me, a real, deep laugh and that really wasn't doing anything to help lull my sexual frustration. "You can't even say the word sex. That's usually a sign that you're not ready to have it," he pinched my cheeks like he was my grandmother, "criceto."

I put both of my hands on his chest and pushed down. I knew it wasn't my strength doing it, but his willingness to let me win for once, that brought him down to a laying position.

Hmm...I had all of the power.

As soon as Angelo's head hit the pillow, I once again closed the gap between us, the tips of our noses touching, our bodies pressed up against each other as much as they could be.

Our eyes remained locked on each other for what seemed like forever until he eventually caved, flipping over so that he was on top of me now, his hands placed on both sides of my head supporting his weight. "This is what you really want? You're not going to change your mind after the fact and then cry rape?" He asked.

Why did I feel like there was a story behind that?

I didn't care right now.

The fire inside of me was raging and desperately needed to be put out by Mr. Mafia himself.

I bit my lip, thinking that it could have possibly been sexy before I shook my head at his question. I'd sign a consent form if that was going to make him move any faster.

"Ok," the word had barely left his mouth before he was pushing my legs apart to allow himself more room, his lips only adding fuel to my fire as he kissed up and down my neck.

I was lost in the sweet ecstasy before I had even really had the chance to take in the feeling of him being so close to me.

I didn't know what to do. Did I just lay here quietly while he did his thing?

Well, it didn't seem like a bad idea.

My stomach clenched as one of his hands slowly slid down my chest, stopping right on the waistband of my leggings. His kisses on my neck stopped and his eyes locked onto mine before his hand slipped into my pants, just resting there like the ultimate tease.

"Have you ever played with yourself?" Angelo asked just as soon as he started making small motions around my cl!t.

I didn't have it in me to explain the story to him right now. I was too caught up in this feeling as my eyes closed and my head fell into the pillow as far as it could go.

I felt like everyone has explored their body to some extent. Just not everyone was as successful at it as others.

I wasn't an idiot, I knew what everything did or was supposed to do, I just had no idea how to go about making it function the way it was supposed to. I mean, I tried, but after several failed attempts, I realized masturbation just wasn't for me.

I needed someone to do the dirty work for me.

Once again, I was unable to speak and resorted to shaking my head to answer his question because, like I said before, I wasn't about to tell him a complete story.

Angelo stopped everything and that was probably the worst thing he could have done right now. My eyes shot open as he hooked his fingertips into the top of my leggings and panties before roughly pulling them down and throwing them somewhere behind him.

I acted on impulse and tried to close my legs as much as I could. But with Angelo being where he was, the ball was pretty much in his court and my naked lower half was completely at his disposal.

I sucked in a deep breath and relaxed. This was what I wanted.

"Are you ok?" Angelo asked and I immediately shot my attention towards him. I couldn't even tell you where it was before.

I nodded frantically, looking like a guilty person I'm sure, "Yes, yes. Totally fine."

"Chloe-"

"Angelo, I'm ok."

He didn't believe me. Any blind person could see that.

I gripped the collar of his white dress shirt and pulled him closer to me, "I admire your gentlemanliness, but I'm fine. Really. Who isn't nervous their first time?"

He relaxed a little at my words and I could tell he knew I was right. Unless of course it was just for show, but I kind of doubted that.

Before he could have any second thoughts about this, I started undoing the buttons on his shirt and was surprisingly good at it. I thought that was going to be the hardest part, but I guess when your sexual frustration is at it's peak, anything is easy but the act itself.

I pushed the shirt off his shoulders and didn't even try to hide the fact that I was ogling every chiseled part of his tanned chest. I couldn't help but stare at the holy cross tattoo placed right above where his heart was.

As he closed the gap between our two bodies again and our lips met, I let my hand slide down his body and stop right on the zipper of his slacks.

I wasn't sure if it was something I had just heard or what, but weren't Italians supposed to be like...massive?

Based on what I was feeling, the rumor was holding true.

Oh my god, I know, cliche. Why is the guy always so fucking perfect? Well, why would you want to read a story about a guy who had everything except the perfect dìck?

Major turn off.

Angelo started unzipping his pants just when I had found all the courage in the world and was about to. With his other hand, he pushed up my shirt but then I pulled it the rest of the way off, leaving me in just my bra.

I didn't feel self conscious like I always thought I would and the nervousness was even starting to slip away too.

I felt empowered.

With his free hand, he grabbed my breast and kneaded it.

That's when he snuck up on me. I think he was trying to distract me from what was going on between our bodies and it definitely worked.

He rubbed himself against my entrance a couple of teasing times before he slowly guided himself in.

"Oh...fuck," he roughly grabbed my hips and thrusted himself the rest of the way inside me.

An almost animalistic moan left my throat as every amazing sensation washed over me. I thought the first time was supposed to be painful, but it wasn't that bad. The bad didn't outweigh the good.

Angelo pressed his finger to my lips and made a shushing noise as he continued to slowly thrust in and out. "People are sleeping," he half smiled, like the thought was exciting.

I probably should have cared that Angelo's mom and little sister were only a wall away, but I just couldn't bring myself to even think about it for more than a second.

"Sei bella," his lips grazed mine as his movements gradually became faster and faster, an intense buildup forming in my core from the friction.

(You are beautiful.)

I wrapped my legs around his waist and used them to push him deeper inside of me, doing anything and everything in my power to be as close to him as possible.

He planted sloppy kisses all the way from my lips down to my breasts where he then licked and teased every part of them.

My body clenched, walls tightening as I rocked my hips along to the beat of Angelo's sweet music.

He looked up at me, lust dancing around in his dark eyes.

His breathing became ragged, his thrusts falling out of rhythm.

I wasn't far behind him but I knew he was going to finish first.

He trapped me in another kiss that muffled his last moan.

He pulled out rather quickly just seconds before my abdomen was coated in his warmth.

I was only disappointed for a second before his fingers finished me off.