“Matteo…” I moaned again, more desperate this time.
“Then,” He continued. “I’m going to climb back over you, pull you close and press you into me until you fall asleep in my arms, with my big hand holding tight ontomyperfect pussy.”
He finished by cupping me between the legs from the back, giving me a preview of exactly what he was promising me for the night.
“Because it’smine, isn’t it,princesa?”
My nails dug into his shoulders, a groan escaping my chest, filled with need.
“Hm?” He pushed, one hand coming up to wrap around my throat and force me to look up at him.
I felt my answer collect in his palm between my thighs.
“Yes.”
He frowned in that charming way of his, satisfied with my answer, before leaning down and kissing me deep. Passionately, like they did in old Hollywood movies. Like he’d run out of air and his only source of life was hidden deep inside me. Like he couldn’tbreathewithout me.
In the shower, Matteo did exactly as he promised. He washed my body, including in-between my legs. I blushed bright red; I hadn’t wanted to let him at first, but once I was holding onto him as he gently took care of her… I realized that was exactly what I needed.
Once he didevery single thinghe promised… We went to bed. I rested my head on his chest, and like promised, his hand cupped me between the legs.
“So… You missed me that first night, huh?”
He chuckled. “Had me walking by your door at two in the morning.”
I laughed, resting my forehead against his muscular chest and shoulder, basking in the way he smelled so good it made me want to bite him.
“And no more lying, Francesca. I’m serious. I’m not doing it anymore.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means if you don’t stop lying, I’ll have to punish that pretty mouth of yours.”
“Don’t tease me…” I smiled, reaching up to kiss him.
One thing led to another, and before I knew it, the sheets were on the floor and I was palming his cock again.
“No,” He broke the kiss. “I already fucked you too hard. You’re going to be sore in the morning.”
I groaned in protest, pulling him closer. “It hurts right now, not having you inside me…”
“Francesca…”
“Matteo, please…I ache.”
His eyes melted into mine, then his mouth was on mine, kissing the deepest parts of my soul.
We barely slept at all that night.
Chapter 31
Present
Upper-East Side, New York City
I woke slowly, like the morning didn’t want to rush me.
White sheets tangled around my legs, warm and soft. Sunlight spilled through the windows in lazy gold ribbons, dust dancing in the air like it was part of a dream. Everything felt suspended – quiet, intimate, unreal.
