20. Matteo #2
The first swipe of my tongue made her moan. The second was enough to have her hips off to the races.
One of her hands fell to my head, tugging on the strands of my hair and moving my mouth where she wanted it.
A guttural groan sounded from above, and she panted, “Touch me.”
Yes, ma’am.
My arms snaked over her hips on their upward trek. Then her breasts were filling my palms, and when I tugged on the distended peaks, a fresh wave of arousal flooded my taste buds.
Flattening my tongue, I invited her to rock above me to chase her pleasure while I pinched and rolled her nipples, adding an extra layer of sensation.
“Fuck. Don’t stop!” she screamed, her motions growing jerky as she grew closer to climax.
The only way I was stopping would be if I blacked out from lack of oxygen. Which was entirely possible with her pussy smothering me, but I didn’t care. If this was what took me out, I would die a happy man.
Shuddering violently, Summer’s body grew taut, her back bowing as a cry of completion floated toward the ceiling. My fingers spanned her waist, helping to keep her upright as the strokes of my tongue slowed, easing her through the aftershocks.
As soon as her breathless cries petered off into whimpering moans, I brought my hand to her dripping slit and shoved two fingers inside. A shrill scream breached my muted hearing when I curled those digits just right, stroking her sweet spot, and I knew it wouldn’t take much to get her off again.
Determined to make her shatter, I banded my other arm around her thigh, making it so she couldn’t escape.
Summer thrashed; her frenzied writhing had her mound crashing against my nose with such force it would be a miracle if it didn’t come away broken, not that I wouldn’t view that crooked appendage as a badge of honor.
My hips lifted off the mattress, humping the air, my throbbing dick desperately seeking relief.
I needed to make her come so I could bury myself inside the hot cunt that was taunting me while smothering me from above.
Arching my neck just enough for my teeth to latch onto her clit, I bit down on it gently as my fingers put unrelenting pressure on that front wall.
There was a sharp gasp from Summer. “Oh! Oh no! Wait—I can’t—I’m gonna—“
Boom went the dynamite.
A gush of hot liquid hit me square in the face, and even though I greedily drank it down, there was more than I could handle, and it overflowed down my chin and onto my chest. She’d fucking squirted, baptizing me into the religion of Summer.
All of a sudden, it became too much—the scent, the taste, the sounds. Before I could stop it, my balls drew tight, and with my groans muffled against her slick pussy, the hot ropes of my release landed on my chest and abs.
“Did you just—“
My cheeks heated, the proof of my weakness painted all over my stomach. “I’m sorry. Give me ten minutes, fifteen tops, and I’ll be ready to go again.”
“Are you kidding?” Cool air washed over me as Summer lifted off my face, only for her to turn around and straddle it from the opposite direction.
“I love that I can make you lose control.” Then her tongue dragged a path over my chest, licking up every trace of cum before she tucked herself into my side.
Contentment washed over me, having a calming effect like that of a weighted blanket. When Summer was in my arms, nothing else mattered.
I stirred awake when the mattress dipped. We’d gone three rounds—all dictated by Summer—before our bodies finally succumbed to exhaustion.
“Where are you going?” my sandpaper-rough voice rasped when I caught her easing onto her feet.
Summer peeked over her shoulder. “To my room.”
Curling my fingers, I called her back to bed. “Stay.”
A heavy sigh sounded in the still of the night. “I want to, but I can’t.”
Shuffling to sit up on my elbows, I asked, “Why not?”
“Bianca likes to cuddle first thing. I don’t want her to find me missing and panic.”
As much as I hated to let her go, I could appreciate how deeply she cared for my daughters, and their well-being was always at the forefront of her mind.
“Can I borrow a shirt? Just so I can get back to my room?”
I swung my legs over the side of the mattress. “I’ll do you one better.”
A wrinkle formed between her brows. “How?”
“You’ll see.” I captured her fingers and led her to the hidden door connecting our two rooms. Pressing in the right spot allowed it to open, and when she realized her private space was easily accessible from mine, she cocked her head to the side.
“How long’s this been here?”
“Since always,” I replied.
“I see. And when were you planning on telling me about it?” she challenged.
A smile curved on my lips. “Right now.”
“Mm-hmm.” Her eyes lifted to the ceiling.
Gently, I grasped her chin, forcing her to meet my eye. “ Ti amo .”
Color bloomed on her cheeks, and warmth filled my chest when she repeated, “ Ti amo .“ It was even more beautiful falling from her lips.
I kissed her softly. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
She nodded, slipping from my grasp. I stood watch as she slid beneath the sheets, turned off the lights, and closed her eyes, before I latched the door between us.
A few hours apart felt like a fucking lifetime.