"Stefan—" His breath caught.
"Tell me if you want me to stop."
"Don't stop. Don't ever stop."
I worked my way lower. Unbuckled his belt. Unbuttoned his jeans. Pulled them down along with his boxers until he was completely bare beneath me.
"Bed," I said. "On your back."
He moved immediately. Stretched out on the mattress and watched me with an intensity that made my skin prickle with awareness.
I stripped slowly. Making him watch. Making him wait. Reclaiming my body through every deliberate movement.
When I was naked, I climbed onto the bed and straddled his thighs.
"I'm going to ride you," I said. "And you're going to let me set the pace. Let me take what I need. Can you do that?"
"Yes." His voice was wrecked already. "Anything. Whatever you need."
I prepared myself while he watched. Three fingers stretching myself open. Taking my time. Making this about my pleasure. My choice. My control.
When I was ready, I reached for the supplies on the nightstand. Rolled a condom onto him with deliberate slowness. Watched his breath speed up. Watched his hands clench in the sheets.
"You're killing me," he said.
"Good." I positioned myself above him. "That's the point."
I sank down slowly. Inch by inch. Feeling every moment of fullness. Every sensation of being stretched. Taking him inside me because I chose to. Not because I was expected to. Not because it served some purpose beyond my own desire.
Because I wanted this. Wanted him. On my terms.
When I was fully seated, we both groaned.
"God, Stefan—"
"Don't move." My voice was commanding. "Let me lead. Let me have this."
He nodded. Hands fisted in the sheets. Clearly struggling not to take control. But letting me have it anyway.
I started to move. Slow at first. Rising and falling in a rhythm that built pleasure gradually. Learning how the angle changedsensation. How deep I could take him. What made me gasp and what made me moan.
Matteo watched me with fierce intensity. His eyes never leaving my face. Watching every expression. Every reaction. Letting me know he saw me. Valued me. Wanted me exactly like this—in control, taking what I needed.
"Touch yourself," he said roughly. "Let me watch you."
I wrapped my hand around myself. Stroked in time with my movements. The dual stimulation was overwhelming. Perfect. Exactly what I needed.
"That's it," Matteo encouraged. "Take your pleasure, Stefan. Use me. Use my body. Whatever you need."
His words pushed me higher. Faster. I moved harder. Chased the sensation building in my core.
"You're so beautiful like this," he said. "So perfect. Taking what you want. Being exactly who you are without apology."
"Matteo—I'm close—"
"Then let go. Come for me. Show me how good this feels."
I changed the angle slightly. Ground down. Hit that perfect spot inside that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
