“Ohhhh,” I moan, wiggling my butt down to meet his pace. “More, yesss, ooohhh, please—” I choke on the last word, his talented fingers using more pressure to toy with my clit causing a moan to rip right out of my throat.
“More, baby?” he asks, rocking back faster to thrust forward harder than before. “Like that?”
“Yes.”
“Touch your tits, Anya,” he practically growls. “Hold them while I fuck you so you can feel how they fucking bounce for me.”
My hands cup my breasts just in time for him to start pounding into me. Mouth dropping open, my eyes slam shut as fire crackles through my veins. “Mmmm,” I moan, beginning to lose the ability to form coherent thoughts.
“Yeah? That’s how you like it, baby?” he drawls, continuing to fuck me fast and hard. Moaning is the only way I can respond and he seems to love it, groaning right along with me. “You’re doing so fucking well, Anya. You feel incredible and you’re so fucking pretty while you take it for me.”
The praising words make my whole body flush.
“So. Fucking. Pretty,” he repeats, punctuating each word with a thrust.
“Ahhhh,” I hiss, feeling myself get closer and closer to that familiar edge.
Hiking one of my legs up on his hip, Matteo spreads me open wider so he can make more room for his thick muscular thighs.
“Matteo, I’m c-close.”
“Fuck yes, you are,” he agrees, driving his hips forward. “You’re going to come on my dick for me, aren’t you? Going to give me every delicious fucking drop, yeah?”
Two more circles around my clit and it’s like everything blurs around us, including time. My legs try to squeeze shut, tightening around his body and effectively pulling him even closer to me. His thrusts can’t pull back as much with me clinging to him, but he continues to fuck me with the mobility that he has anyway.
“I have to,” I whimper. “I need?—”
“Let go,” he encourages. “I’m right behind you, baby.”
I cry out, my fingers digging into the soft skin of my tits. “Oooohhh.”
“That’s my girl,” he growls, using his thumb to press down on my clit. “Give it to me.”
My throat cracks with a scream as it all becomes too much. Matteo captures my lips with his, smothering the sound from its source. I try my best to kiss him back, but all I can focus on is how my pussy pulses around Matteo’s cock, squeezing him so hard that he tenses and loses himself as well.
“Take it,meraviglia. Yes, that’s it, fuck!”He completely bottoms out in me, shortening his movements as his dick swells up and throbs before he spills.
As soon as our shared pleasure subsides, he rolls off me and collapses, exhaling tiredly. I echo the sentiment with a sigh of my own. Neither of us moves for several minutes, not caring to get up and get clean. We just lie side by side, existing.
“Can we do that again tomorrow?” I eventually ask.
“Fuck, Anya,” Matteo chokes out, laughing. “We could do that againtonightif you wanted. My body is yours, baby. Use it wisely.”
“Maybe I will.”
Chapter Forty-Five
Matteo
Having sex with Anya isn’t what drove me to buy her a ring. I’d already purchased the five-carat oval cut purple diamond ring with an 18K white gold band far too long ago to admit. But having sex with her did make me realize that she may be ready to receive it.
And for that to happen, I need to risk pissing off my future father-in-law by officially asking for her hand. The fact that he inked me with thekapitancrest means that he’s expecting me to become his family. He knows that Anya and I will be married in the future. But I have no idea if he’ll think a proposal right now is too soon.
Anya is doing yoga with Irina in her ballet studio, which gives me the perfect opportunity to speak with her father alone. I could wait, but I’m not sure when the next time I’ll be able to catch him without Anya noticing would be. Plus, I’d propose to hertodayif he gives me the go ahead.
Knocking on his office door, I brace myself for whatever is about to happen. His voice calls through the door, and I’m noteven surprised that he knows it’s me. No one else would come see him without calling first. No one other than Anya, and he knows that she’s busy.
“Come in, Matteo.”
