Her Permanent Vacation with the Mafia

Chapter 2

I didn’t think.

I didn’t question.

I just laughed and stumbled with the hot stranger. Concentrating more on putting one foot in front of the other and not to the side… and fall into the table… then hedge…

The struggle is real, I tell you!

This man was a good distraction, a great one, a hot one, and it was hilarious how his long muscular legs were struggling to keep him up as well.

I thanked a man who opened the massive double doors for us, nearly tripping over my own feet AGAIN, before we continued stumbling forward into the building.

Me still giggling and hiccupping along. Very class.

The place was opulent so yeah, I fit in well, drunk as a skunk, giggling and hiccupping as I stumbled.

Of course, I nearly tripped over my own feet again as I looked around… well, tried to get my eyes to focus on some things around us. I’m not going to try and describe it because it would probably be a tiiiiiinnnnnyyyyyy bit different in the morning with sober eyes that could focus.

We stumbled into the elevator. He put in a code and then pinned me to the elevator wall and devoured and dominated my mouth.

For someone who couldn’t stand, he certainly knew how to kiss still.

My body instantly responded as it arched to be closer as my arms wrapped around him... however they could. There was a bit of fumbling around and grabbing like an octopus.

All I could feel was him.

All I wanted was him.

All I could concentrate on was him… and staying upright.

The elevator doors opened, and the stumbling game continued. He seemed to be getting worse though.

Part of my brain that saw sort of firing, at least one cylinder trying its hardest to work, worried a bit, before the hormones said back off. My body was on fire. The hussy side was here, and it wasn't giving him up!

As we entered the large apartment or suite or place, all I could concentrate on was his hands and mouth.

My clothes were suddenly being pulled at, so I did the same to his. Our mouths still finding each in-between the mess of limbs and clothes. We kissed, stumbled, threw clothes until suddenly there was no hot man...

No mouth… gone…

Then no me standing...

As I was pulled down with him.

I realized as I was falling forward that Hotty had fallen backwards onto a low couch, and was now taking me with him.

I let out a small squeal and laugh as the room spun, and I was suddenly on top of him, our heads hanging close to the floor as we were at a weird angle trying not to fall further.

That floor looked hard. That would have hurt!

He had one arm back against the coffee table… wow, he really does have long arms to match the long legs.

It was then I got to see the tattoos. He had a full sleeve that had roses and vines and skulls and other things up one arm and across part of his chest and then symbols and things intertwined just at the top of the other arm that I couldn’t really make out with my fuzzy eyes.

I had one hand on the floor to stop myself and the other holding onto him.

He gave me a really drunken smirk that looked like a struggle. I giggled and then hiccupped again, making him laugh.

It was deep, HOT and made my body scream for more.

I can’t explain how, but somehow, I sort of rolled off him and crawled a bit till I was fully on the floor.

I then turned back to find he was struggling to move from his weird ass position.

Crawling back to him as I continued to giggle and hiccup like a very sober, in-control woman. A very sober, fumbling, topless and shoeless woman.

I used the couch to stand up again and grabbed his outstretched arm. Heaving with all my might, I pulled him up enough so he could swing his legs around towards me, and position himself so he was lying on the couch.

Much better!

Before he pulled me on top of him… now much, much better.

All I seemed to do with this man is giggle, squeal, hiccup and fumble around. I’m so put together. Adulting at its finest tonight!

BECAUSE IT'S NOT CHEATING AND I DESERVE THIS!

In the end, he was lying on the couch, the proper way, with me on top, kissing like horny teenagers.

Our hands going everywhere, trying to grope each other as inappropriately as possible as I felt his hardness poking into me through way too many clothes.

“Need to be in you.” He breathed into my mouth. As he skimmed my skirt up to my hips.

This was the first words I had heard him say, and I was not disappointed with that accent.

If I was sober, it would have made me blush… actually… I probably was blushing, but didn’t know, as I was full of need and a desire so desperate I felt hot all over anyway.

Also, if I was sober, I would most likely be horrified at what was currently happening. At thirty-one, I had never had a one-night stand. I was what you would call a serial monogamist who had to be officially dating someone and had dated them for a few months before getting into bed with them.

Yay, alcohol and a messy break up.

We both fumbled, grabbing at clothes again. Being as coordinated as extremely drunk people can be… so I nearly went flying twice. All until there were no clothes, he had a condom on, and he was at my entrance.

Slowly I sank down an inch before rising and sinking down more. A sigh of pleasure passing my lips.

He felt so good!

He was big. Definitely bigger than I’d ever had, and I wondered if I should have checked the goods before we started.

“Owww...” I wined as his large hands squeezed my boobs too hard. "They are supposed to stay on. They don't come off, thank you!"

I then, had to retaliate and quickly reached down and pinched his n*****s hard, making him groan… OK, so he likes that…

His hands then quickly moved my hips to hold me in place as he bucked up, filling me.

I gasped as I swear, he just hit my womb.

Did it stop me?

Hell no. This drunken fool was getting her fill and was going to enjoy it. So, instead, it was like a red flag to a bull as I rode him hard... or was it a jockey...

He mumbled something in Italian as one hand stayed on my hip and the other went back to my breast. His head back with the look of ecstasy written all over his face.

I did that!

I couldn’t help but praise myself. I made this hot man groan in pleasure.

It was empowering, and I felt so excited about the thought that I didn’t even know his name. Alcohol certainly changes your perspective…

I grabbed his hand on my hip and squeezed it. “Hold me tighter. I want to see bruises in the morning.” Yep… never said that before in my life.

I heard his groan of approval as both hands were now on my hips. Both hands gripping me like they were tethering me to the earth.

I didn’t care the room was spinning. I didn’t care that I was going to probably regret this in the morning. The feeling of him filling me. The way he pumped up to meet me as I came down, set me alight.

My body was on fire wanting more. More.

I was practically twice the size of that little woman who said she would service this hotty, yet I was the one riding him. I was the one f*****g his brains out as he groaned and moaned.

Confidence level increased ten-fold to goddess level.