“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.
He stands upright, leaning over the counter as he cages me in. “How you feelin’?”
“So good,” I murmur, a lazy orgasm induced smirk tugging on my lips. My arms stretch between us as I reach for his pants. “I’ll feel even better when you’re inside me.”
His mouth finds mine, soft and tender as he kisses me. I taste myself on his tongue and he moans into my mouth as I undo his pants and try to slide them down. He chuckles, lifting his mouth from mine.
“Whoever taught you how to do that deserves an award.”
“No one taught me.” He stares down at me, biting his lips. “I don’t go down on the women I sleep with.”
My brow furrows and my stomach does a somersault. “Who do you go down on?”
“No one,” he admits, shaking his head. His voice grows softer. “You.”
I’m the only one who’s had him like this.
My breath hitches, my heart crawling into my throat as his words slide under my skin and into my veins. His vulnerability has me at a loss for words. It’s not what I expected him to say. I like the thought of being the only one for him. He’s nothing like I expected him to be.
His eyes are still on mine as he stands upright and pushes his pants down, pulling his boxer briefs with them. I lift up, restingon the back of my elbows, my eyes sliding down the length of his torso to his cock.
I inhale sharply, my eyes widening. His cock throbs, standing at full attention. He’s thick and longer than I imagined. The head glistens, the tip wet with precum… and the metal ball of a barbell sticking out.Holy shit.
“You’re pierced.”
The corners of his mouth twitch. “I am. Is that okay?”
I swallow hard, bobbing my head. I’ve never been with anyone who was pierced before. “Does it hurt?”
He chuckles softly, dipping his head as he spits into his hand. I’m practically panting as he wraps his hand around the shaft of his cock, slowly stroking the length of it as he steps back between my legs.
“No,” he murmurs, shaking his head. “It won’t hurt you, either.”
