“Please say you still want to have sex,” I plead almost embarrassingly fast, forcing my emotions to get back on track. “I don’t want this to ruin our night. Enough has been taken from me already, and I don’t want this to be added to the list. I promise, I’m okay. I just want to go back to a minute ago and pick up where we left off. I want you to show me love, Matteo.”
“If that’s what you want,” he agrees. Putting a knee between my legs and a hand on the bed by my head, he bends down to hover above me. “We’re going to talk about this when you’re ready, okay? Nothing about tonight has been ruined.”
“Okay,” I agree, tilting my head up to meet his lips. Our kiss builds slower this time, but it doesn’t take long before it heats up.
The more we kiss, the closer we get until he’s only holding himself up enough to keep his weight from pressing me down, but he’s still on top of me. I can feel his arousal so obviously that I’m tempted to reach down between us and touch it.
He shifts a little and causes his chest to drag against mine, stimulating my nipples through my shirt and bra. I gasp at how sensitive they are and Matteo swallows the sound down. Warm tingles scatter up and down my arms, Matteo’s body heatradiating through me from his touch. My clothes start to feel stuffy and uncomfortable. I want them off right now.
Using the little space that I have, I maneuver my hands down to the hem of my blouse, pulling the fabric up. Matteo breaks our kiss to allow me to shed the stifling top. His eyes lick a path of desire from my stomach to my chest, greedily taking in every inch of me.
“Unhook me,” I rasp, nodding down to the little clasp in the center of my white satin bra.
Matteo doesn’t need to be told twice, using his big fingers to snap open my bra. The wireless contraption springs apart, barring my soft breasts and peaked nipples. I want to demand he take my bottoms off next, but he seems to be enjoying his new view quite a bit, and I wouldn’t want to ruin it for him.
Whatever he sees on my face when he looks back up into my eyes seems to give him a green light. He bends forward, capturing one of my rosy buds between his damp lips. His tongue twirls and lavishes the sensitive nipple, the touch making me whimper surprisingly loud.
Hooking my fingers into the band of my leggings and panties, I tug down, trying to wiggle out of them. I’m finally getting them past my mid thighs when Matteo steps in, yanking them off in one quick swoosh.
A thrill shoots up my spine and I go for his pants next, fumbling with his belt and then reaching for his zipper. He’s able to push his jeans down past his butt, and I lick my lips when I see his dick bounce forward in his boxers. Without thinking twice, I slip my hand inside the dark blue cotton, my fingers wrapping eagerly around his length for the very first time.
His skin is so hot and soft, but dense in my hand. His swollen erection is almost too big for my fingertips to touch my thumb, barely surrounding him fully. He’s long too, probably so long that both of my hands couldn’t contain him. It should befrightening, but nothing about Matteo scares me. Not even this. Ineedto know what every inch will feel like stuffed inside me.
My hand flexes around his shaft, testing the level of strength I should use while handling him. The tighter I squeeze, the more he reacts. His hips rock forward and he moans, silently cursing.
“Much more of that and I’m going to come way too fast, baby,” he confesses, backing up and taking his cock from me. With good reason at least, because he stands up to kick off his bottoms.
“I don’t mind if you come fast,” I tell him honestly. “I think I’m going to come as soon as you get inside me.”
“Anya, baby,” he groans. Coming back between my legs, he runs his hands up my thighs and brushes his fingers over my pussy lips. “Fuck, you weren’t kidding,meraviglia. You’re so wet for me.”
“Because I’m ready,” I insist, fingers dancing from the top of my breasts down to my belly. He watches my every move with heated eyes. “I need you to fuck me, Matteo. I might explode if you don’t.”
“Oh, fucking hell,” Matteo groans, tipping his head back to blow a breath toward the ceiling. “I have to get you ready. You’re so wet, but it’ll be easy for you to take me if you’ve been stretched out on my fingers first.”
“No,” I protest, squirming and pushing his hand away. “Please, I can’t wait anymore. I feel like I’m on fire and the only thing that’s going to cool me off is getting you inside me.”
“Meraviglia, it will go in easier if you let me finger you first,” Matteo tries to reason. I can hear the pleading in his tone, the desperation to make me as comfortable as possible before we go all in.
He’s trying to be sweet, to care for me with slow preparation, but I don’t want that. I want to be ravaged, to be loved sopassionately that there’s no room for slowing down. If anything, I need him to go faster.
“I know it might hurt a little,” I assure him, voice even and honest. “I want to feel the stretch and I want it now. You’re so hard, Matteo. I’m dying to know what you’ll feel like buried so deep.Please.”
The sound of me begging is what finally pushes him to the edge. Matteo grabs one of his pillows and lifts me up by my thighs to tuck it under my butt. I realize quickly that he needs it to raise me up at the right angle. It feels a little odd, but I don’t care at all as he grabs my hip with one hand and holds the base of his dick with the other. He makes my breath catch as he drags his tip through my arousal before notching himself at my entrance.
“Remember you can tell me to stop at any time,” he vows, his fingers flexing around my hip to make sure he has my attention. “I’m going to push in kind of fast so that any discomfort isn’t drawn out, okay?”
My chin dips down eagerly. “Yes, yes, please. I can take it.”
Matteo’s hips snap forward, and he groans loudly. His deep rumble of pleasure mixes with a choked cry escaping my lips. He’s inside me, and I swear it’s like I can feel pressure filling my throat. I feel him all over. My walls are so snug around his dick that I think it should hurt more than it does.
My lust and adrenaline seem to be overpowering most of the sting that being stretched so fully should cause, and I can’t complain. The bit of discomfort is manageable, and the connection between us feels so overwhelming and incredible. In a swift move, Matteo pulls out a little bit, only to bury himself to the hilt all over again, his pelvis meeting with mine.
“Fuuuck,” Matteo groans, breathing hard. His chest expands and he shakes his head, trying to keep his composure. “Look atyou, baby. You’re taking it so well. I swear you were handcrafted by God or something even more powerful. Made just for me.”
“Just for you,” I agree blissfully.
His hand abandons my hip and travels down between my legs. The first caress of his fingers on my clit makes my back arch hard. He draws small circles around the bundle of nerves and starts to thrust shallowly.
