Lowering my eyes to his rock-hard cock, I finally got to wrap my hands around it. Just feeling him in my hands – the weight and size of it – made me want to feel him inside me.
I stroked him tentatively, not unsure of what I was doing, but more nervous whether I was doing it right. I ran my manicured fingers all over his length and head – almost in a trance. I couldn’t stop touching him if I wanted to.
Matteo brough my attention back to his face when he dropped his head back with a deep groan. “Fuck.”
Feeling my hands get warm, I glanced back down to see the cum pumping out of him over and over. I guessed it made sense since I was the only one who came in the past hour. My cheeks flushed as my eyes altered between his face and cock, somehow needing to see everything I was doing to him.
There was a part of me that wanted to lean down and lick him clean, but I wasn’t gone enough to do that with him yet.
Matteo’s hands came down to my ass, fingers digging into my skin as he finished coming.
I kept going. Doing to him what he’d done to me earlier.
But the more I stroked at worked at him, the quicker I realized… two hands wasn’t enough.
“Fuck.”
“Something wrong,Donna?”
“No, just…My God, you’re big.”
A breath of amusement. “Yeah?”
“Really big.”
“Hmm… You like that?”
“Yes…”
“You like stroking it, don’t you?”
“I do.”
“Dirty fucking girl…”
A moan escaped me, hands tightening around him.
He groaned deep. “That’s my girl. Such a good wife, taking care of her husband’s cock after a long day offucking edging him.”
“I did no such thing.”
“Sure you did. Looking so goddamn beautiful in your dress. Giving me those eyes. Kissing me back at the altar. Had me rock hard the entire night. Not even going to mention the last hour with my face all in your pussy…”
My cheeks flushed.
“Come closer, baby. That’s it… Sit on my thigh and lean in so I can kiss you.”
Matteo’s hands went into my hair on either side of my head; fisting at my scalp and holding me in place so he could kiss me deep. Still leaned back against the headboard, he now had me on my knees, leaning over his body and up at him where he had me in place by the hair.
He groaned when my wetness dripped down my thigh and onto his. I grinded into him, needing something to .
“Feels good, don’t it?”
“Mmm.”
“You like that pressure against your pussy,princesa?”
I moaned in his mouth in agreement.
