“T-touch me,” I request, no,beg, against his lips.
I don’t recognize my voice.
Who is this bold, sensual woman who’s taken over my body?
“Yeah?” he asks almost breathlessly, like he can’t believe it. “You want my hands on you,meraviglia?”
“I’ve never wanted anything more,” I promise, lifting my hand up to caress his cheek with my thumb. “Please, I want you. I’m not scared.”
And I’m not. There isn’t a hint of worry or fear in me. Only the most all-consuming desire and heat filling me from head to toe. From the look in his gaze as he peers down at me, I know he can’t deny me now. He feels it too.
His hands moving makes my breath catch, gooseflesh pebbling my skin as he drags his fingers down my stomach. So slowly that I think I might faint from anticipation, he reaches beneath the band of my sleep shorts. His fingers glide down my smooth center, going lower until he meets sensitive wet skin.
“Fuuuuck,baby. You’re soaked. Is this all for me?”
A sharp whimper vibrates in my throat as my eyes flutter shut and my head bobs in a silentyes. I’ve never felt like this in my life, and I’m not surprised that it’s Matteo of all people driving me into this madness.
He finds the most sensitive part of me in seconds, the rough pads of his fingertips brushing against my clit with ease. My breath whooshes from my lungs as an intense wave of pleasure hits me square in the lowest bit of my core. I feel like lightning is shattering through my veins and I’m in flames.
“These tiny little shorts of yours are ruined, Anya,” he tells me, moving his hand away from my pussy to grab the silk fabric between my legs. He leans down to plant a swift kiss to my lips before asking lowly, “Should I get rid of them for you, hmm?”
“Please,” I moan, lifting my hips up so he can easily slide the shorts down. “Matteo, hurry, I need more.”
He doesn’t need to be asked twice, quickly shedding the fabric from my body in one sudden tug. “What do you need more of,meraviglia? Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
I breathe out, feeling warmth and need-fueled delirium taking over. “I want your hands.”
“Here?” he asks, his thumb returning to my clit, caressing it so softly that I shiver.
My head shakes and I whine. “More. Inside me, too.”
“Damn, baby,” he groans, circling his thumb. “Yeah, I can do that for you. You want me to fill you up while I play with this needy little clit, yeah?”
His thick fingers tease downward, slowly moving and gathering slick arousal on the way. Using his middle finger, he slowly circles around my opening before thrusting forward. I can feel myself clench around the digit and he groans, seemingly enjoying the physical reaction.
“Shit, Anya,” he hisses, peppering kisses down my still-covered chest. “You have no idea how good you feel.”
I moan helplessly, hearing his easily offered praise. The sounds only pour out of me faster and more urgently as he pumps his finger in and out of me. Pleasure builds, and tension bubbles up in a way I’ve never experienced.
“Oh, God,” I rasp. “Please don’t stop. Matteo!”
“I’m not stopping, beautiful girl,” he purrs, thumb rubbing my clit as he continues to finger me. “Do you want another, baby? I bet you can take it.”
“Y-yes, I think?—”
“Spread your legs.”
My body reacts instantly, widening my thighs for him. He takes the space offered and climbs in, sitting on his knees to have better access to me.
“It’s a good thing my ballerina is flexible, hmm? It means I can fit right here between these pretty legs without making you sore.”
Oh…oh.
His words feel almost as good as his hands.
As he presses forward, I feel the large, hard imprint in his pants brush against my inner thigh. I don’t have time to wonder if the sensation will be triggering as he pushes a second finger into my dripping wet heat. I think I’m so lost in pleasure that he could do anything to me and I wouldn’t freak out.
Wiggling and moaning, I wonder if he’ll take me gently the first time, or if he’ll become too overwhelmed and lose his control like I seem to be doing.
