A smile of my own found me. Small and maybe a little shy.
Who am I?
“Yeah.”
“Good,” He murmured, still holding me between the legs.
I felt a weird sense of safety from it, like nothing in the world could ever touch me when I was wrapped around him like this.
He tipped his head toward me, raising a brow. “And you’re moving all your stuff into our bedroom too.”
I smiled. Bigger this time, and laid my palm flat against his heart. “Okay.”
I froze immediately after, realizing what I’d done, not sure how it’d come across.
It was fine as long as I knew how much I liked him. Long asI knewthe effect he had on me.
But I didn’t wanthimto know yet. To think I was one of those people that attached easily just because of a little love.
Matteo’s hand came up to mine, on his chest. And in one soft move, he grabbed it and brough it up to his mouth – staring directly into my eyes as he kissed my hand. Then, turned it over and kissed my palm – eyes still on me – before moving onto the inside of my wrist and leaving a kiss there too. My lips parted when he brought my palm to his cheek and nuzzled into the feeling.
It was then, I knew.
This man was going to consume me.
Matteo got out first, reaching for me as the bathtub began emptying.
I stood slowly. “It’s okay, Matteo. I can walk now.”
He didn’t hear me, picking me up and carrying me anyway into the grand, glass-walled shower.
Lowering me gently, he kept a firm hand on my lower back as he turned on the water, holding me pressed to him where he knew I’d be safe.
My palms rested on the sides of his body, over his ribs covered by merciless muscle. Still pressed flat to his golden skin, I ran my palm down his defined abdomen – long,sharp, red nails scratching – feeling each hard, accentuated ridge of his pack, down to the v-line leading straight to his…
I swallowed dry.
He was still hard, though nowhere close to the way he’d been when he fucked me earlier tonight. Even like this he was huge. I’d felt it press into my ass and between my legs in the bathtub.
Matteo cleared his throat, bringing my attention back to his face, and his eyes almost looked slightly jealous I hadn’t been staring at his face.
With a soft smile, I wrapped my arms around his neck and reached up on my tip-toes, and pressed my lips to his.
A masculine growl of appreciation rumbled in his chest, sending the buzz right between my legs. His hands wrapped tight around me, his mouth devouring me body and soul.
When he pulled away, I was on cloud nine – breathless, and barely able to stand on my own.
My eyes met his, so full of meaning… It rooted me in place.
“I’m going to take care of you,amor, and help with the soreness between your thighs.”
He was so serious, I couldn’t help but run my hands through the short hair at the nape of his neck.
“First, I’m going to wash…Every.Single.Inch. Of thisbeautifulbody. I’m going to use the warm water and your coconut oil and massage your perfect pussy until pain is the last thing on your mind. And when you are all melted against me and can barely stand anymore, I’m going to take you to our bed, lay you down on those expensive Italian sheets you seem to like to much…”
“Matteo…” I moaned, squeezing my thighs together.
“I will push your thighs wide open to the mattress, lower down to your sweet, little, aching pussy… And I’m going to kiss it better. For as long as I want. Until I know without a doubt that you’re on cloud-nine. Then…”
