“Please,” I whisper, not even sure what I’m begging for yet.
His answer is to press an open-mouthed kiss to my ankle, then start a slow journey upward. “I’m going to taste every inch of you before I’m done,” he rasps against my calf.
My head falls back against the couch as his mouth travels higher, leaving a trail of heat up my leg. His hands follow, palms rough against my still-damp skin, fingers digging in just enough to make me feel owned. Claimed. Safe.
When he reaches my inner thigh, I let him pull me closer to the edge of the couch. Moving higher, his breath ghosts over my pussy, and I can’t help the way my hips lift toward his mouth. I’m beyond pride, beyond pretense—I need him with an urgency that borders on pain.
“Look at you,” Matteo says, his voice dropping lower. “So pretty and wet for me already.” His thumb traces the seam of my labia, barely parting them. “Is this what you need? My mouth on this sweet pussy? My tongue inside you?”
“Yes,” I manage, hands fisting the towel beneath me. “God, yes.”
He spreads me open with his thumbs, his eye darkening at what he finds. “Beautiful,” he breathes, just before his tongue flattens against my entrance and licks upward in one long, firm stroke.
I cry out, the sensation almost too intense after days of tension and hours of emotional upheaval. But Matteo doesn’t relent. His mouth seals over my clit, sucking gently while his tongue flicks rapidly against the swollen bundle of nerves.
One hand slides up to pin my hips in place when they try to buck against his face. “Stay still,” he orders against my flesh. “Take what I give you.”
I whimper in response, one hand flying to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer even as I try to obey. His answering growl vibrates against my clit, making my thighs tremble.
He slides two fingers inside me then, crooking them upward to find the spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. The dual assault of his mouth on my clit and his fingers pumping into me has me climbing toward orgasm fast.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, lips brushing my clit as he speaks. “Let me taste your cum on my tongue. Show me how much you need this.”
His fingers scissor inside me while his tongue traces tight circles around my clit before he sucks it between his lips again, and that’s all it takes.
“Matteo! Fuck, Matteo!” I’m coming with a scream, my body convulsing around his fingers, waves of pleasure crashing over me so intensely that tears spring to my eyes.
He works me through it relentlessly, not stopping until I’m twitching with overstimulation, my hands pushing weakly at his shoulders. Even then, he gives my clit one last, lingering kiss before raising his head, his mouth and chin glistening with my arousal.
“Please fuck me,” I gasp, the words tumbling out raw and desperate. “I need you inside me. Need to feel you.”
Matteo’s eye flashes with something primal. In one fluid motion, he rises from between my legs, grabs my hips, and pulls me down to the floor with him.
“Get on all fours,” he commands, his voice rough with need.
I comply instantly, turning over and positioning myself before him, hands braced on the floor. I feel exposed and so fucking desired I can barely stand it.
His hands skim down my back, over the curve of my ass. “Look at you,” he says, reverent and filthy at once. “Presenting this perfect pussy to me like a gift.”
I feel the blunt, pierced head of his cock against my entrance. I’m already so wet from his mouth that he meets no resistance as he notches himself inside. He grips my hips hard enough to bruise, and then he’s thrusting forward in one powerful stroke that buries him to the hilt.
The stretch burns perfectly, my body accommodating his size with a familiarity that feels like coming home. I cry out, pushing back to take him deeper.
“Yes,” I moan. “Just like that. Fuck my pussy.”
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, grinding against me before pulling back and driving in again. “So fucking perfect around my cock. Like you were made for me.”
His pace is relentless from the start, each thrust jarring me forward until I have to brace harder against the floor.
One of his hands leaves my hip to slide around and cup my breast, fingers finding my nipple piercing and tugging just enough to send jolts of pleasure-pain straight to my core. My cunt tightens around him, squeezing his hard length.
“Mhmm, you like that,” he growls, voice strained with the effort of his thrusts. “Like me playing with these pretty breasts while I fuck you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, the word breaking on a moan as he pinches harder. “God, Matteo… harder.”
He obliges, his hips snapping against my ass with bruising force. His other hand slides between my legs to find my clit, still sensitive from my first orgasm. He circles it with precise pressure as he continues to pound into me.
“Mine,” he growls against my ear, his chest pressing against my back as he curls over me. “Say it. Tell me who you belong to.”
