He chuckles and removes his hand from my clit, instantly making me regret my request.
But then he slides off his jacket and unbuttons his shirt, the coiling muscles of his arms gleaming in the faint greenish light of the city coming in thorough the window.
He stands up to remove the rest, his shoes, his pants, his boxers, all the while grinning at me as I stare with open mouth and eyes probably open even wider.He’s giving me quite a show, so many of my deepest wishes and desires coming true as he strips for me that I’m having a hard time taking it all in.But I want to take it all in.Every line of ink on his muscled arms, his chest, even his legs, which are just as powerful and strong as the rest of him.Every shadow of hair, every peak and valley of his six pack abs, defined biceps, chest, neck, where a thick vein is pulsing lightly with his heartbeat.I want to take it all in.And keep it forever.
Including his cock, which rises before me now, even larger than I feared it would be.
Feared is not the right word.
Because I know the pleasure it will give me will be even more magnificent than what his lips and his fingers could do.
“Well,” he says, still grinning at me.“You happy now?”
I drag my eyes away from his cock to meet his eyes and smile back as I nod.
Then I rise, as naked as he is and go to him.The top of my head reaches his chin.I already knew he’s much taller than me, obviously, but he seems even taller now, even more magnificent, even more powerful.
“What do you want me to do?”I ask, the words just rolling from my mouth with no conscious thought behind them.Only the knowledge that yes, I would probably do anything he asked me right now.
The question makes him laugh.Not harshly, not like he’s laughing at me.It’s a pleasant, summery sound, light and whimsical somehow, like a memory of a fun day by the ocean.
“Tonight’s all about you,” he says.“So do whatever you want.”
The wordtonightwas uttered harsher than the rest.Suggesting that tonight is all I get.And I know I must be reading too much into it.Because tonight will not be enough.Never enough.
I want to kneel before him and kiss his cock, make him climax the way he did me.But I’m afraid I’ll just mess everything up.I don’t know anything about touching a man in a pleasurable way.Absolutely nothing.The only thought I’d ever given it was fearing I’d have to do it with a man my father forced me to marry.
I take his hand and pull him towards the bed.“Let’s lie down again.”
He smiles and follows me.I drape the covers over us both, and nestle into his side, resting my head on his chest, enjoying the softness of his skin, the hardness of his muscles, the strength and protection of his arm around me.
Because this I did spend a lot of time thinking and dreaming and fantasizing about.Being held by the man I love, falling asleep in his arms, safe, protected, loved, and cherished right back.
Chapter40
MATTEO
I fellasleep like the proverbial baby with her in my arms.Now the sun is coming up over the river in the distance, shadows gathering and fleeing from the light and I know I should get up and sneak back out of her bedroom.But I can’t even bring myself to sneak out of her arms.
She’s holding me so tight, her perfect, smooth, naked body pressed against mine.So innocent and pure.Not just her.This whole scene.I don’t want to go back to my life of hate, revenge, and ugliness.I want to stay right here.
But the more I think about that, the farther away it slips.Even though she’s still holding me tight, sleeping the sleep of the innocent in my arms.
I will help destroy that innocence in a few days.
If I fucked her last night, I’d have a piece of her innocence with me always.But she wasn’t ready.And I wouldn’t rob her of it.
Because I’m robbing her of everything else.
Robbing her of everything she holds dear, she believes in, she is.
And it’s time to get on with it.
I carefully lift her arm from around my chest, resisting the urge to kiss her slightly parted lips and wake her from sleep like she’s an enchanted princess and I’m the prince about to give her life.
All I’m gonna give her is death and pain.
So I don’t kiss her.I just watch her sleep as I dress, doing it just as slowly as I undressed last night.Her long golden hair is brushing the pillows, draped across her smooth back, her breasts bare, her nipples still hard, her skin aglow in the rising sun.
