My dirty girl wanted me to touch her. And truth be told, I needed that as well. I needed to touch her so I could lose myself in her and forget the mess of the last six years.
It had all started with her, and I knew it would end with her as well.
Sliding between her legs, I settled myself on my stomach. My fingers played over her skin, and lips as well, until her moans changed.
Blowing a long, hot breath against her, I speared her with my fingers and worked her from the inside out.
“Matteo,” she cried out again, this time louder and clearer. My smile grew. I knew the woman writhing against my hand, and I knew the noises she made when she was getting close. She was getting close now. She was also not asleep. I would put money on that.
Another breath that made her shudder, and then I closed my lips around her clit and flicked my tongue against it. Crying out, Sophia grabbed at my hair, tangling her fingers into it and riding wantonly against my face and fingers.
This was the Sophia I needed right now. This naughty, needy, wild woman. The one who couldn’t say no to me even if she tried.
So much had happened between us over the years, most of it bad, but when we came together like this, there was no stopping us.
Like magnets, we always came together.
“That’s it, princess.” I nipped at her and groaned. There was something sublimely hot about watching my fingers slide in and out of herpink, dripping pussy and knowing that I was the reason she was losing control.
“You taste like sunshine and happiness.” I closed my eyes and latched back onto her, taking in all of her with one long lick. “You taste like the only happiness I have ever known.” I groaned.
Wasn’t that the truth?
Her hips lifted off the bed, and her release washed over her, soaking my lips and chin.
“Matteo!” she screamed.
My eyes snapped open to find her staring down at me from beneath her lashes. Her cheeks were flushed.
Fuck.
Need flowed through me in a violent burst. Lifting my head, I thrust two fingers back inside of her, working her through her orgasm.
“I was wondering when you were going to stop pretending to be asleep, Sophia.” Grinning, I climbed up her body. Working my fingers in and out of her, I settled myself over her, nipping at the swell of her breasts, sucking on those tight, pink nipples which grew harder and tighter still.
“Tell me you want this.” I worked her harder, not letting the orgasm slow or fade. “Tell me you want me.”
Sophia’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her body jerked violently.
“Tell me,” I ordered, even though I wasn’t even sure she was capable of words.
“I want this,” she mumbled, and I could have roared with triumph. Jumping off the bed, I jerkily stripped my clothes off. Buttons popped and scattered across the floor, and then I was back in bed.
“Tell me you want me.” I fell on top of her, my hand guiding my throbbing cock to her slick opening and inching inside slowly.
I wanted to make the most of this moment, savor it and lock it away in my memories forever, so no matter what happened between us, I would have this.
“I need you.”
My eyes rolled. She didn’t want me, but she needed me. It was everything I had ever wanted to hear.
She needed me. And I needed her. There was want there, of course there was. Between us, there would always be want, but more than anything, we needed each other.
I had always known that.
Just like I had always known she was mine,
Catching her wrists, I forced them down on either side of her head, trapping them there, and it was only when she was like that, all wide-eyed and totally submissive, that I let myself fully sink into her.
