“Next time,” I croak, sucking back the emotion before it can well up.
“Next time,” Matteo agrees, pulling me into the bed with him.
He sits back against my pillows and lifts me up, throwing one of my legs over him so that I straddle his thighs. My knees dip into the mattress and my hair frames my face, falling forward as I sit up straighter.
“I want you to sit down and grind against me, baby,” Matteo tells me, his hands rubbing up and down the top of my thighs. Even though my leggings are between us, the caressing touch makes my stomach flip. “You can use my thigh if you’re too nervous to feel my dick.”
Oh wow.
My eyes flare open wide, hearing the vulgar word come out of him.
Biting my lip, I look down at the bulge in his pants and decide that through his jeans, it’s not any more intimidatingthan rubbing myself on his thigh would be. After all, he’s hard because he desires me. Because kissing me and hearing that I want him to bring me pleasure has turned him on.
I may not know much about intimacy, but I know that much. I didn’t have the urge to look into sex or become curious about it after what happened. But I was fifteen before I was broken, so I knew some of the basics at least.
Fumbling forward, I move my knees up to position myself above his pelvic area. He watches me with desire in his eyes, wrapping a hand around the back of my neck. I take his cue to press forward and my eyes flutter shut, feeling the soft touch of his lips.
“Sit, baby,” he whispers into our kiss. Using his free hand to hold my hip and push me down.
Feeling dizzy with desire, I allow my knees to sink farther apart and fall slowly on top of him. His stiff, jean-covered length meets my soft center and I breathe out shakily.
I’m so sensitive between my legs, and the fact that there’s only a couple layers of clothing standing between me and Matteo is enough to make me squirm. My hips wiggle to adjust the angle of where his member sits and he groans against my mouth.
I don’t have to see beneath his jeans to know that he’s long and thick. The stiff erection underneath me is so big that I can fully rotate my hips without moving off it.
I wonder what he would feel like in my hands, with the clothes in my way or not. I bet he’s as warm and soft as I feel. My leggings have become undeniably damp in the center and I know it’s a sign of desire.
My body is beginning to want him as much as my mind does. Fear is being outweighed by lust, and desire seems to lick up my spine like a hot flash of light.
“Fuck, baby,” Matteo moans, breaking our kiss and dropping his other hand to my hip. “Can I move you? Let me show you how to make it feel even better.”
All it takes is a trembling nod for Matteo to start guiding me by my hips. He pulls me down even closer as he moves me forward in a rocking motion, and suddenly I’m on fire.
“Ooooh, oh wow,” I breathe out, my head falling back and my mouth drops open. “It feels so good.”
“There it is, my lovelymeraviglia,” he encourages. “There’s the sweet spot. Keep moving just like that. It’ll keep feeling better and better.”
He moves me again, grinding my sensitive center along the length of his solid bulge. His jeans are so rough and add just the right amount of texture against my leggings.
“Does it feel good for you?” I ask through a whimper, growing bolder in how fast and hard I grind down into him.
“You have no fucking idea,” Matteo groans, jaw flexing. “I can feel how hot and wet you are through my jeans, baby. Do you realize how sexy that is?”
I shudder at his description, chills rushing up and down my arms as my core clenches. I can’t imagine he feels even better than I do, but his nose flaring and his hands tightening around my hips makes me think that he might be close to the same level.
“I…you’re so attractive.”
He smirks, tugging me forward roughly. “Oh yeah? You think so?”
“You’re so handsome and your body?—”
“I knew you were ogling my abs at the beach.” Matteo grins. “Want to see them again? Lift my shirt, pretty girl.”
He isn’t teasing me, he’sthrilledto hear that I like his face and body.
Somehow shy but too amped up on pleasure to turn down his offer, my fingers find the hem of his T-shirt and latch on.When I lift the fabric away, my teeth sink into my lip. The ripples of muscle are enough to make me clench again, warmth slowly consuming all of my body parts.
“Touch them,” he instructs, continuing to help me dry hump him.
