“Let me look at you.”
He looked, but he touched as well. Fingertips slipped between my breasts and over my stomach until he reached the hem of my panties.
For several long seconds, he fiddled with the satin and lace, and then his eyes lifted to meet mine. “Are these new?”
Mutely, I nodded. I mumbled something under my breath, and my blush deepened from pink to scarlet.
What was wrong with me? I wanted this. So why was I acting like a damn fool now?
“You bought them for me?” His fingers stayed there, playing over the hem, but he crawled up the bed to lie beside me.
“I wanted it to be special.” Turning my face toward him, I found his lips just an inch from mine. “I wanted to do something special for you.”
For a second, his eyes widened into saucers. He glanced down at my half-parted lips and then again down the length of my body. Those already dark eyes darkened even more.
“You look beautiful in them, Sophia,” he murmured, and his lips descended. “But every moment I spend with you is special, and you always look beautiful. You could wear a sack and you would be perfect.”
“But I wanted…” I didn’t get to finish. His lips found mine and silenced me. After a second, I relaxed against him. Our lips explored each other.
At first it was soft and gentle, but then…
I felt his fingers slip into my panties, delicately tracing my folds, and my body quivered in anticipation.
“Always perfect.” One finger parted me, testing my entrance. I couldn’t help it. I stiffened. “Is this okay?” he asked in a whisper, letting that finger lift and circle my clit in gentle circles.
A ragged moan tore its way out of my throat. I nodded.
“You can use your words, Sophia,” he murmured. “I need to know what you like.”
A garbled sound made its way out of my throat. He said I should talk like it was easy, but it wasn’t easy. Those gentle circles were making it impossible to concentrate on anything but the tightening tension in my body.
Every muscle and nerve seemed to be straining, like a rubber band pulled too tight. At any second, I would snap.
He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes, you like this.” Matteo's lips found the hollow of my neck and licked, and my head fell back.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” This time, he was talking to himself. “You’re so wet for me, Sophia.”
I wanted to blush and be embarrassed, but I couldn’t do that either. The tension built until it almost became too much.
His hand moved, and this time he didn’t test my body’s resistance. He breached it.
One finger slid inside and curled. His thumb brushed against my clit.
I went off like a firework, my back arched as the tension snapped, and suddenly, I was nothing but burning liquid.
It was pleasure and pain and things I had no words for, and it seemed to go on forever.
When I finally fell back down and my eyes opened, I found him staring down at me. A look of absolute disbelief was on his handsome face.
“Fuck.” His eyes widened even more. “That was…” He shook his head.
Panting heavily, I nodded. Still couldn’t speak, so I didn’t try.
“I’m going to make love to you now,” he said matter-of-factly, and with one last kiss, climbed off the bed. I watched him through hooded eyes as he stripped off the rest of his clothes.
He stood there completely naked and let me stare. I’d touched him before, explored his body with my hands and my lips. I knew he was big, but I’d never seen all of him standing naked and stark for me.
He was beautiful in a completely masculine way. His body was all hard ridges under tanned skin, and his manhood…
