And tender because I got to be the one to show him different. To worship him properly. To prove that he deserved every ounce of attention and care and devotion I could give.
I leaned down and kissed him. Deep and thorough. Poured everything I couldn't say into the connection. His mouth opened under mine, accepting. Trusting.
"You're so beautiful," I told him between kisses. "So fucking beautiful when you let go. When you stop thinking and just feel."
"Can't—think—" he gasped out. "Too much—Matteo—please—"
"Please what? Tell me what you need."
"You. Just you. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
"Never." I kissed down his throat. Found that sensitive spot where his neck met his shoulder and bit down gently. He cried out, his whole body clenching around me. "I'm never stopping. Never letting you go. You're mine now, Stefan. Mine to protect. Mine to pleasure. Mine to keep."
"Yes—" The word came out broken. Desperate. "Yours—god, Matteo, I'm yours—"
The declaration made something in my chest explode.
I thrust harder. Deeper. My hand moved faster on his cock. I could feel him getting close—his body tensing, his breathing turning erratic, his sounds becoming more desperate.
"Look at me," I commanded. "Stefan—look at me. Let me see you."
His eyes opened. Locked on mine. Vulnerable and open and completely undone.
I'd never seen anything more beautiful.
"That's it," I encouraged. "Stay with me. Let me see everything."
"Matteo—I'm going to—I can't hold—"
"Then don't. Come for me. Let go."
I thrust hard and twisted my wrist on the upstroke and Stefan shattered.
His eyes stayed locked on mine as he came. His mouth fell open on my name. His body clenched around me like a vice. I felt him pulse in my hand, warmth spilling over my fingers.
Something in my chest cracked wide open watching him fall apart. Completely vulnerable. Completely trusting. Giving himself over to pleasure without reservation.
Beautiful. Perfect. Mine.
I followed him over the edge moments later. The sight of Stefan coming undone beneath me pushed me past the point of control. I buried myself deep and came with his name on my lips, burying my face against his neck and holding him like letting go would destroy me.
We stayed like that for a long moment. Both trembling. Both trying to catch our breath. Both overwhelmed by what kept happening between us.
Eventually, I pulled out carefully and rolled to the side. Pulled Stefan against my chest. His body was still shaking with aftershocks.
"You okay?" I asked, pressing a kiss to his temple.
"I think you broke me." His voice was wrecked. Satisfied. "In the best possible way."
I laughed softly. "Good. That was the plan."
"If that's what you do when you take your time, I'm not sure I'll survive the next round."
"There's going to be a next round?"
He tilted his head back to look at me. His green eyes were soft. Sated. Happy in a way I'd never seen before.
"Yeah," he said simply. "There's going to be a lot of next rounds."
