“Open your mouth,” he commanded suddenly, his hand cupping my jaw, thumb pressing against my lower lip.
I pulled back just enough, lips parting wide, tongue extended as I looked up at him through watery eyes. He held my gaze, a wicked glint in his, before leaning over me. His spit landed hot and deliberate on my tongue, the act raw and possessive, making my core throb with submission, and wetness drip between my thighs.
“Good girl,” he murmured, the words like velvet over steel, sending shivers down my spine.
I dove back down, sealing my lips around him. My head moved faster now, taking him to the hilt each time, choking from how big he was.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it. Just like that…” Matteo's encouragement came in a guttural groan, his free hand bracing against the couch as his body tensed.
With a final, deep thrust into my mouth, he came hard. I swallowed greedily, taking every drop with my lips and hand, not spilling any as his cock jerked against my throat.
He reached down, his strong arms hauling me up from the floor. I rose on shaky legs, mouth still tingling with his taste, and he pulled me flush against him, crashing his lips to mine in a fierce kiss.
His kiss was messy and unapologetic. It lingered, deep and demanding, before he broke away just enough to trailhis lips along my jaw. My body hummed from the intensity of pleasuring him, my core aching with unmet need.
Matteo’s hands roamed down my sides, fingers hooking into my dress. With a rough, deliberate tug, he pulled the fabric down my thighs. I yanked his pants down along with his boxers completely, throwing them aside.
Straddling him on the couch, my arms wrapped around his neck, fingers threading into the hair at his nape as he guided me onto his length. I sank down slowly, inch by inch, my pussy stretching around him, the fullness making me gasp.
With a satisfied groan, Matteo leaned back, his arms draped casually over the back of the couch. He watched me with that intense gaze, a small smile playing on his lips as I began to move. I rolled my hips, grinding against him, the pressure on my clit sending jolts of pleasure through me. My breathing quickened, and I lifted up, then lowered back down, setting a rhythm that had me moaning softly.
He leaned forward, lowering his face until it hovered near my chest, close enough that my nipples brushed his face on every bounce. The sensation of his warm breath ghosting over my skin, combined with the way he kissed me there lightly, only made me clench around him tighter.
But as my orgasm coiled tighter, my thighs trembling, Matteo’s control snapped. His arms wrapped around my waist in a vice grip, strong hands splaying across my lower back. He took over, lifting me up and slamming me down onto his cock with powerful bounces. The force drove him deeper, hitting something inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes.
I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure crested. My pussy spasmed around him, wave afterwave of ecstasy crashing through me, soaking his cock as I came hard, shattering in his hold.
He didn’t stop, thrusting up harder, his groans vibrating into my mouth as he kissed me. Only after I rode out my orgasm did he follow, burying himself deep inside me one last time. His cock throbbed, his cum filling me deep inside as he growled into the kiss.
The fire burned, low and steady, behind the grate. The library was dark except for that warmth – deep red curtains, shelves fading into shadow, the gold globe catching flickers of light.
We were tangled together under a thick throw on the couch, watching the fireplace, skin still warm, bodies loose and heavy in that quiet after.
Matteo laid on his back, one arm around me, the other tracing slow, absent lines along my shoulder. I rested half on his chest, listening to his breathing even out, the steady rhythm grounding me.
I was closing my eyes, half asleep when he kissed my temple and murmured.
“I’m in love with you, Francesca.”
The words settled between us like something inevitable.
I lifted my head just enough to look at him, my heart beating out of my chest. “I’ve… Never been in love before.”
“Neither have I.”
I searched his face, the fire catching in his eyes. “Then how do you know?”
“You could rip my heart from my chest and I’d still adore you,” he said quietly. “In case I haven’t been fucking clear, I am so madly in love, I cannot have a single occurring emotion or thought which does not revolve around you. I wake up to see you. I live to spoil you. I go to sleep to hold you. My sole being revolves around you. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.” His voice dropped, certain. “I love you, Francesca. I have, for a very long time.”
My breath left me in a small, stunned laugh. “Wow.”
“Yeah.” An amused breath escaped him.
I shook my head, trying to find levity because the intensity scared me a little. “Didn’t think you were the type to get needy after sex.”
He didn’t smile. His eyes stayed locked on mine, unwavering.
“I think I…” I started.
