He put his finger to his lips, as if to say,shhh, then came over to the bed, picking me up out of it again. I laughed, thinking how he didn’t want me to talk about his mom. He bit the side of my neck, and I started to laugh even harder. Until he lowered me down into the huge, steaming tub full of bubbles and what smelled like herbal salts. I hissed at first, then sank into thewarm caress of the water. Matteo stepped in and sat behind me, his hard cock stabbing me in the back.
We said nothing for some time as he scooped up some water and let it run down my shoulders. He was like a rock behind me, but more comfortable. Then I looked up and he looked down and…a few seconds later, I was wrapped around him while he carried me back to our bed. We hadn’t even bothered to dry off.
This time, though, I found myself on top. I leaned down, sucking the water from his skin, my hands as ravenous as the night before. As I kissed my way down his body, my hair caressed his skin, and he kept groaning and sighing.
Maybe he wasn’t expecting it, but when I took him in my mouth, his hips bucked up. I made a strangled noise, but I didn’t stop. He tasted so fucking good. He tasted as good as he smelled, but a little saltier.
He was making uncontrolled noises, and I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to make him lose control like he always made me lose control. But right before he did, he hooked his hands underneath my arms and pulled me up, sitting me on top of him.
“Oh…fuck…” A garbled sound came from my lips as I started to move. It felt so, so, so good, I couldn’t stop.
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, bucking up, hitting that spot deep inside of me that knocked the breath from my lungs. “Take what you need from me.” He started to speak in Italian, things that sounded so romantic, and maybe a bit dirty. And it was like his words were moving me, causing me to go forward and back, swirling my hips. And as soon as my nipples started to ache, because they needed to be touched, licked, pinched, he touched them, and lifting some, licked, sucked and pinched.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh…” I was moving even faster, bouncing on top of him, and a rush of heat seemed to explode inside of me as I screamed out. He turned me over onto my back, pounding intome, making me lose all control a second time before he exploded with a hiss, his hips jerking, milking himself inside of me.
He kissed me as we tried to slow our breathing, but it was like we couldn’t help ourselves. “What you do to me,” he said over and over. “What you do to me. You’re going to kill me.”
As long as I took him with me.
We were still naked, in bed, however long after, when a knock came at the door.
My stomach made an obnoxious noise.
“Breakfast?” I asked, hiding my stomach, hoping it wouldn’t do that again.
“Breakfast?” He set his feet on the floor, going for our clothes. “More like lunch.”
“That late?” I couldn’t believe it, but when I was with him, it was scary how time didn’t exist.
“The only reason we’re leaving this room is because you’re hungry.”
I shrugged, letting him dress me. “Fine with me. But who’s at the door?”
“One of the soldiers to tell us the neighbors keep knocking at the front door.”
“The neighbors?”
I answered my own question when, after we walked downstairs, Matteo opened the front door, and a plethora of goodies were at our feet. Armando told Matteo they checked everything, and it was all safe. Or that was what I assumed was said, since Matteo nodded to all the wonderful things and told me they were gifts from the neighbors left for us to enjoy.
I was so freaking excited!
Scarlett and Mia had baked things for us to eat. The other neighbors had brought seeds from their gardens so we could start our own. One even brought a vine because it was customary.
Matteo brought me close to his chest and kissed my head when I started to cry. “This is so nice.” I sniffed. “I can’t wait to do the same for someone else once all our stuff starts to grow.”
“Come,” Matteo said, bringing me back inside while some of the soldiers brought our gifts inside. “I’ll make us something to eat.”
Not sure why, but I started crying harder. “That’s so nice.”
“I’m your husband. I’m here to take care of you.”
I wasn’t sure why that had hit me so hard, but it did. I cried even harder. Matteo looked like he might want to run for Uncle Tito, the doctor, or he wanted to kill whoever was making me feel this way.
I wrapped my hands around his bulging arms. He was almost twitching, not sure what to do with me. “I’m just…so happy, Teo.”
He nodded at me, so serious, and closing his eyes, leaned in and kissed me on the head. “Yeah, but I should have known better. You need to eat.”
“You wiped me out, but in the best way.” I smiled.
