“Mhmm, you’re pierced,” he rasps. “You really do collect experiences everywhere, don’t you?” He dips his head, takes one pierced nipple into his mouth, and sucks hard enough to make my knees buckle.
“Mhmm,” I gasp, my head falling back against the wall with a thud. His tongue works the sensitive peak, playing with the metal in a way that sends direct pulses between my legs. “Did you think I was lying?”
He lifts me effortlessly, hands gripping my ass as my legs wrap around his waist. I can feel him, hard and insistent, pressing against my core through his pants.
“If I’m honest,” he growls, carrying me toward the black couch, “I was too busy wondering about your taste to consider much else.”
Oh, fuck yes, please. The thought of Matteo’s mouth devouring my needy pussy is enough to make me whimper. And it’s not one of those mental sounds. Nope, it’s loud.
“Are you imagining my tongue in your cunt?” he growls.
I nod.
His gaze catches mine as he sets me on the edge of the couch, my legs still wrapped around him. “Good fucking girl,” he croons, and the words paired with his tenor, is enough to make me moan.
Yeah, I fucking moan from those words alone. I’ve always thought it was bullshit when the women in books went wild from dirty talk alone, but this… Matteo proves it’s possible.
I tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging hard enough to make him growl as he drops to his knees in front of me. The sight alone—Matteo kneeling between my thighs—nearly undoes me.
“Spread wider for me,” he orders, voice a rasp that vibrates straight through my chest. His palms push my knees apart, forcing me wide open, baring me to his hungry stare.
Cool air brushes over my soaked folds, a tease compared to the heat of his breath ghosting closer. My skin prickles with anticipation, my pulse pounding in my ears. I can’t stop rocking forward, desperate to feel him where I need him most.
“Impatient little thing,” he murmurs, lips grazing my inner thigh. His tongue traces a wet line upward, slow, deliberate, until he stops just shy of my aching center. “I like that. Means you’ll scream louder when I finally give it to you.”
His words make me clench around nothing, make me ache more. I fist his hair tighter. “Matteo—”
“Say please.” His voice is low, cruel amusement dripping from every syllable. “Beg for my mouth…”
I look down at him when he cuts himself off, and I can’t help smiling slyly when I realize what he’s looking at. The tattoo just above my pussy. I got it while in Paris, and I love the script font that spells outBon appétit.
“How fucking perfect,” he grins, licking along the letters before blowing cold air on my skin, making it pebble. “Now, beg.”
My pride claws at me, but my body betrays me, shuddering under his teasing licks against my thighs. I can’t take it anymore. “Please, Matteo. Eat my hungry pussy.”
“Good girl.” He dives in, tongue sliding over my slit in one long, devastating stroke. My vision blurs. My head tips back,hitting the wall with a dull thud, but I don’t care. All I care about is the way he licks me like he’s starving.
He flattens his tongue against my clit, applying relentless pressure, then sucks hard, pulling a strangled cry from my throat. “Fuck. Yes—”
“That’s it,” he growls against me, the vibration making me quake. “Fucking scream for me. Let everyone in this building know who’s got their mouth on you.”
I grind against his face shamelessly, chasing the friction, my arousal dripping down his chin. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow. If anything, he encourages it, gripping my thighs in bruising hands to hold me exactly where he wants me.
His tongue circles my clit, alternating between soft flicks and ruthless suction, until I’m writhing, breath coming in broken sobs. “Matteo… I’m gonna… Yes! Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking dare stop!”
“Do it,” he snarls, pulling back just long enough to look up at me, his gaze dark and wild. “Come on my tongue, Raven. Right fucking now.”
And I do. I fucking rupture on his tongue. My back bows off the couch and my legs tighten around him as I gyrate my hips, seeking as much friction, as much of him, as I can get. My moans are nonsensical as I ride the riptide of pleasure he created.
His name is still on my lips when my body finally stops spasming, and I’ve managed to get my breathing somewhat under control.
“Wow,” I breathe, knowing I’m giving him the biggest Cheshire grin. “That was—”
“Perfect,” he finishes. “You’re fucking exquisite.”
I push myself up on my elbows. “You’re not too bad yourself. That trick you did with your tongue… mhmm. God. I should send a fruit basket to the woman who taught you to do that. Or man. I mean, I don’t judge—”
Mercifully, he silences my out-of-control babbling with a scorching kiss. “Shut up,” he laughs against my lips.
