Page 114 of Matteo

He frowns at me, like I’ve interrupted something important.

I hook my fingers in either side of his boxer briefs and try to pull them down.

He stands up and yanks them down while I watch. His cock, thick, wide and glistening, springs up, almost lying up against his stomach. I sit up, and reach forward, touching it gingerly at first, before grasping it firmly in my hand. Another growl comes from deep in his throat. His eyes lock on mine, dark and intense, and the air between us turns hot and heavy.

I stand up, and we’re soon pressed flush against one another, skin to skin, hands roam freely, exploring, caressing, drawing shivers from one another while our mouths remain locked together, neither of us seeming able to get enough.

“Jump.”

My eyes flutter open. “What?”

“Jump up.”

I steady my hands on his shoulders, and with a quick lift, he scoops me up, my legs instinctively locking around his waist. The throbbing, dull ache between my legs gets a few seconds of relief as I press against him, but I need his cock inside me.

“What are we—”

He walks towards the wall, stopping me mid-sentence, and presses me up against it. My arms are still around his neck and my legs are wrapped around him as he braces one hand beside my head. I’m wide apart for him, but I don’t see how he’s going to—

Oh.

He positions himself against me, that first intimate touch sending a shiver through my entire body and setting every nerve ending alight.

We're breathing the same air, faces so close our gazes lock.

The anticipation is almost unbearable.

“I’m big,” he says, proudly, casually. “I don’t want to hurt you, so we’ll take it slow …”

It would have been better for me to lie down than be up against the wall like—

Oh.

He slides in an inch and my walls clamp around him. I breathe through it, panting as I feel the stretch, but then … after a few seconds, it feels divinely, insanely, wonderful.

I whimper, it’s too good, too much, and still I want more.

“Ready?” he asks, waiting.

“Y-yes.”

He slides in another inch, then stills. It hurts, but the discomfort quickly softens beneath a growing wave of pleasure. We stare at one another, neither of us looking away. Then his gaze falls down, between us, and he seems to watch intently as his cock slides inside me. After every inch he waits, letting my body adjust. We’re breathing heavily now, almost panting, my insides igniting, like a fireball of pleasure is slowly spreading through me.

He glides in suddenly, and I cry out, clinging to him as a ripple of pleasure goes through me. He moves in some more. To the hilt now.

It feels incredible.

“You okay?” he murmurs, tweaking my clit.

I can only answer with a shaky sound. My lips part as pleasure coils tighter and tighter inside me, building little by little. A tremor runs through me, and I instinctively move closer. He lowers his head and presses a kiss to my skin, sending another shiver through me.

It’s sublime.

His thick cock filling me completely and his mouth latched to my breast. I’m a bundle of nerve endings, writhing and moaning as he thrusts against me. Each time he slams against me, another jolt of pleasure rips through me. My breasts bounce with the force of it, and I can barely hold on.

A whimper escapes me as I feel myself starting to come apart. The tension builds and even more, carrying me higher, until I’m completely lost in the sensation. Riding the wave, sounds falling from my lips that I don’t recognize. I come hard, crying out as pleasure crashes through me in wave after wave, before collapsing against him, trembling and breathless.

“Fuck,” he moans.