“I want more,” I argued back, reaching down to palm his dick through his boxers, but he stopped me. He had to stop doing that.
“Don’t even think about it. I want you to eat some breakfast and relax. Maybe then, I’ll take care of this greedy, little pussy.”
I grinded into him, pouting. “Fine…”
He pulled back, straightening to his knees, but holding my eyes.
I bit my lip.
Matteo didn’t look away as he wrapped his arms around my thighs and pulled me down the mattress.
“I thought…”
“You’re still sore, aren’t you?”
I blushed. “A little…”
“Let me kiss it better then,mi amor.”
I barely had time to enjoy my victory before Matteo pressed his face to my pussy, inhaling me deep before opening his mouth wide and starting to eat me out – hungry and desperate.
He knew my body so well, my orgasm came fast, rocking through me withing minutes. And he didn’t stop until he licked me all clean.
He wiped his mouth as he pulled away. “Better?”
I smirked, stretching my arms. “Much…”
Slapping my ass, Matteo stood and nodded towards the door with a smirk. “Let’s get you something to eat.”
Two days.
Two entire days of Matteo and me tucked away in our home like the world outside didn’t exist.
No calls. No meetings. No business. Justus.
We cooked when we got hungry, though half the time we ended up on the marble counter instead of at the dinner table. We played cards and argued about who cheated more. We showered together and didn’t bother pretending it wasinnocent. We barely slept – only collapsed into each other for a few hours before finding an excuse to touch again.
I’d never known something could feel reckless and safe at the same time.
But my favorite part, the part I never admitted out loud, happened every morning, after waking up in his strong arms.
The rooftop was cold before dawn, the kind of sharp chill that woke every nerve. A massive blanket draped over our shoulders, heavy and soft, smelling faintly of Matteo’s cologne. The city below still slept, washed in navy blue and silver.
I felt his arms tighten around me as I leaned back into his chest, sinking between his legs on the outdoor sofa. His body was a furnace against the late winter air, all solid muscle and slow, steady breathing.
He had asked me to join him to watch the sunrise when we first moved in. I always said no. Thought it was too intimate.
Now I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.
The horizon burned from deep blue to honey gold, light spilling over skyscrapers and glinting off windows like scattered coins. Snow on the terrace railing caught the glow, turning it into diamonds.
I lifted my gaze.
Matteo was already watchingme.
Those brown eyes softened in the way that made something inside my chest unravel. Like I was the sunrise, not the ball of fire on the horizon.
“What?” I whispered, barely a breath.
