I circle her clit once, twice, a wicked little flick, and her whole body shudders under me.
"Matteo, please," she gasps, nails digging into my shoulders. I smile against her mouth, cruel and tender all at once.
"Tell me what you want, little lamb."
"You," she moans, rocking against my hand. "I want you."
I kiss my way down her body, throat, collarbone, the soft swell of her breast.
I take her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard until she cries out, hips jerking.
I bite, just enough to make her whimper.
Then I soothe it with my tongue, leaving soft circles around the sensitive peak. My fingers are still working between her legs, slow, steady, until she’s gasping, begging, her thighs trembling on either side of me.
When I slip one finger inside her, she’s so tight and hot I nearly lose my fucking mind. I groan, forehead pressing against her sternum.
"Fuck, Aoife," I whisper. "You feel like heaven."
She grabs at me, hair, shoulders, anything she can reach, her nails scraping, her body frantic.
I add a second finger, stretching her gently, working her open with slow, deliberate thrusts. She writhes under me, her whole body clenching, desperate for more.
I trail kisses down her belly, lower, until I’m between her legs and then I taste her. Long, slow licks that have her sobbing, shaking, her hands buried in my hair.
I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue until she’s arching, panting, begging with incoherent words.
I do this as I push my fingers deeper inside her.
“Matteo,” my name whispers from her lips, almost in a scream, but she knows not to. Neither one of us wants to get caught like this. “I’m there, I’m there.”
She comes, it’s like an earthquake, her thighs clamping around my head, her nails raking down my back, her cries filling the room.
I lap up every last tremor of her, every broken sound. Only when she’s shaking and gasping for air do I finally crawl back up her body.
I don’t give her time to recover.
I’m too far gone. Too fucking desperate.
I quickly remove my boxers, put on a condom, and line my dick up at her entrance, I enter her in one long, slow thrust.
Her eyes go wide, her mouth falling open in a silent cry.
"Matteo," she breathes, tears slipping down her cheeks.
I wipe them away with my thumb, kissing her so softly it breaks something inside me.
"I’ve got you," I whisper against her lips. "I’ll always have you."
And then I move. Slow at first, grinding deep, making sure she feels every fucking inch of me. She clings to me, her nails digging into my shoulders, her body rising to meet every thrust.
It’s desperate.
It’s everything.
I lose myself in her, the way she gasps, the way she moans my name like a prayer.
I fuck her like I’m starving. Like she’s the only thing keeping me alive.
