“No.”
He grips the bottom of my shirt, sliding it up and over my head before tossing it onto the floor. His eyes immediately widen as they roam across my bare chest. My nipples instantly hardened under his burning gaze.
“No bra,” he rasps, his throat bobbing as he swallows hard. His hands start at my collarbones, tracing the dips and curves of my body. He drags his fingertips around the outer swell of my full breasts, his eyes flickering to mine. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I breathe, nodding my head. My heart gallops. “Everything you’re doing is okay. If something isn’t, I’ll tell you.”
His nostrils flare and he nods once. His palms are hot against my skin as he slides them beneath my breasts, cupping them. His eyes are still on mine as he brushes his thumbs over my hard nipples.
I suck in a sharp inhale, my lips parting with a ragged breath. His pupils dilate before he lowers down to pull my pebbled flesh into his mouth. My head falls back, warmth spreading through my body as he draws my nipple between his teeth, sucking and tasting. Teasing and nipping.
He trails his lips across my chest, giving the same attention to my other breast as he plays with the other with his hand. I’m coming apart at the seams, melting like candle wax in his palms.
“I need you, Matteo,” I moan, lifting my head as he releases my nipple. He stands upright, not stopping me as I reach for hisshirt and drag it up and over his head. I toss it onto the floor and reach for the front of his pants. He grabs my hands, pulling them away from his zipper. In one fluid movement, he lowers me onto the counter, the marble cooling my skin as he sweeps my arms above my head and pins both wrists with his right hand.
“Not yet,” he murmurs, his mouth finding mine. He kisses me deeply, his tongue tangling with mine before pulling away. “If I’m going to fuck you, I’m going to fuck you the right way.”
Holy shit. I’ve never wanted someone as badly as I want him right now.
My breath catches, my pulse thundering as he trails his lips along my jaw, down my throat. He drags his hands down my body and they roam across my flesh as his mouth makes a path to the waistband of my pants.
He slips the button through the hole of my jeans, his fingers finding the zipper and slowly dragging it down.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Never,” I rasp as he slips his hands beneath the waistband of my jeans.
“Lift your hips for me, Sunny,” he murmurs as his hands move around my bottom. I lift and he drags my jeans and panties down the length of my legs, discarding them as he slips them from my feet.
He’s on his knees pushing mine apart as his fingers press into the insides of my legs. “God, you’re soaked,” he growls, inching his fingertips closer to the apex of my thighs. “I just need one taste.”
“Please,” I moan, my voice desperate and unrecognizable.
“Since you asked so nicely,” he murmurs, his breath hot on my flesh as he lowers his mouth to the center of my thighs. He licks me once, his groan vibrating against me as he swipes his tongue through my arousal.
He doesn’t lift his head, but he looks up at me from where he’s positioned between my legs. His eyes are dark with lust and need. “I need more,” he pants, his voice a plea. “I need another taste.”
I pull my lip between my teeth, biting down, tasting copper. It’s the alternative to grabbing his head and pushing his mouth to me. “Please,” I breathe, nodding. “Don’t stop.”
His mouth is back on me without a second thought. He’s hungry. Ravenous. Feral. He eats me alive. His tongue is his weapon and I’m at his mercy. He slides his tongue inside me, driving deep strokes in and out before dragging it along flesh again.
He’s teasing me, testing me to see how much I can take. His tongue flicks my clit and he growls against me as my body writhers beneath his touch. He plays with it, sucking it into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh god, yes,” I moan, my fingers pushing through his hair, tangling in the silky locks.
My body starts to tighten, teetering on the precipice as my orgasm creeps in closer. He skillfully moves his tongue away, slipping it back inside of me again.
Frustration rolls over me, but the heat in the pit of my stomach melts it away. “Goddammit, Matteo,” I groan, gripping his hair tighter. I don’t want him to stop. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. “I’m so close.”
The other men I’ve been with could take a few lessons from him.
I don’t want to think about anyone Matteo’s practiced this on before.
He chases the thoughts away when his tongue hits my clit again. My hands are between my legs, fisting his hair as he feasts upon me. He works the bundle of nerves with his mouth and histongue until the levees break and the heat spreads through my body.
“Oh my god, Matteo,” I cry out, my face screwing up with pleasure.
My orgasm hits me with a ferocity that has my back arching, body coming undone. My fingers grip his hair, and he pins my legs down as he licks and sucks until I’m completely spent, floating in the abyss of ecstasy.
