My thoughts go back to the night he showed me that I was more than just a size. I wish he could see what I see when I look at him. He’s selfless and kind and funny. He cares so much about the few people he allows in his life, and I feel so damn lucky to be a part of that small circle.
“Please,” I whisper. “I want you … more than I’ve wanted anyone in my life. The last man I was with was against my will.” I reach out and cup the sides of his face. “I get to decide what I want, what Ideserve. And I want you.”
My words must be his breaking point because he mutters something that sounds a lot like, “Fuck it,” and then his mouth is back on mine.
Only instead of licking my lips like he did before, his skillful mouth curves around mine and devours me. Stroking, teasing,caressing. He kisses me like he’s a starved man and I’m the sustenance he needs to survive.
A whimper escapes me, and he breaks the kiss. I’m about to beg him to come back when he lifts my shirt over my head and then reaches around and fists my ponytail. He jerks my head back, exposing my neck and collarbone, and then proceeds to trail kisses along my sensitive flesh, down the center of my chest, and across the swells of my breasts.
His lips are firm, smooth, perfect. And when he nips playfully at my flesh, warmth floods my veins, making him smirk.
“Stop teasing me,” I mutter.
“It’s not teasing,” he says, kissing my lips softly. “It’s called foreplay. And if you think I’m going to rush my time with you, you’ve lost your mind. I plan to get to know every inch of your body.”
He gently pushes me back so he can have better access to the rest of me, and instinctually, my hands go to my stomach to cover the fat and stretch marks, but then I remember who I’m with and I move them out of the way. Because Matteo has seen the imperfect parts of me, yet he still looks at me like I’m perfect.
“Fuck,” he mutters, taking me in.
Without my shirt on, I’m in a pair of pink cotton shorts and a simple black bra. But the way he’s raking his gaze over me, you’d think I was naked or wearing the finest lingerie.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he says. “Take your bra off. I want to see your tits.”
I sit forward slightly and reach around to unclasp my bra. Then, I lower the straps, letting it fall to the floor. Nothing about my breasts is perky or cute. They’re big and …
“Perfection,” Matteo says, cutting off my self-deprecating thoughts, right before he takes one into his palm.
Then, he leans in and wraps his lips around my nipple. He sucks on it, and it’s as if he has a direct line to my pussy because the harder he sucks, the more I’m certain my panties dampen.
“I love these,” he says as he moves from one breast to the other,giving each one attention before he pulls back and shakes his head. “I bet I could titty-fuck the hell out of you.”
I squirm in my spot, and he chuckles, knowing I’m affected by his words.
“You want that, Sweetness?” he murmurs, taking my breasts in his hands and squeezing them together. “You want me to slide my cock between these beautiful tits and fuck ’em until I’m coming all over your neck and face?”
Oh God, the visual alone damn near sends me into an orgasm.
“Yes,” I choke out. “I think I want that.”
He grins. “Me too. But not now.” When I pout, a devilish grin spreads across his face. “Right now, I need to taste you.” He taps the top of my thigh, and I lift, knowing what he wants without him needing to voice it. “I need to know if your pussy is as sweet as the rest of you.”
He pulls my shorts and panties down my legs, and I flinch when his gaze lands on my pussy.
“I haven’t done anything down there,” I admit sheepishly. “It’s been over a month … and before that?—”
Matteo reaches between my legs and tugs on my pubes.
“I like this,” he says, spreading my legs wider. “Bald pussies remind me of hairless cats.”
I snort out a laugh and then sober quickly when he drops down, parts my lips, and pushes his face directly into my center. His tongue slides up my slit, and I grab ahold of his hair as he licks me up and down, making it a point to stop and suck on my clit every time he gets there.
The feeling of his tongue in my pussy is like nothing I’ve ever felt. It should be weird since no man has ever been down there before, but the pleasure overrides any unease I could feel. And then he slides two fingers inside me, stretching me, and I almost come right then and there.
“Matteo,” I cry out.
He responds by sucking harder on my clit and curving hisfingers against the top of my pussy. They hit a spot deep inside me that I didn’t know existed, and before I know it, I’m coming so hard that spots dot my vision as my body convulses in the best way.
And then I feel it—wetness.
