23. Summer #2
“Lie back and relax, dolcezza . Let me make you feel good.”
Any additional protests died on my lips when he hooked my panties to the side and placed a wet, open-mouthed kiss right to my core.
He ate at me lazily, almost like he was savoring the most tender piece of fruit. Even though the strokes of his tongue made excruciatingly slow passes through my slit, my back arched, bliss streaking through my bloodstream.
My hand tangled in his hair, and I panted his name. “Matteo.”
Dark eyes locked on mine with his face half hidden beneath my mound. It was the most erotic sight but insanely intimate at the same time. Like we were connected on a deeper level.
I couldn’t look away as he continued to tongue fuck me, my body coiling tighter and tighter, the pressure mounting to the point where it was almost painful, being so close to release yet having it remain just out of reach.
A whimper fell from my lips when I caught sight of Matteo grinding his hips into the mattress. I wondered if he would come from nothing more than eating me out, like he had when I rode his face like a rodeo cowgirl.
The thought of him losing control was enough to tip me over the edge and send me soaring. Crying out, I bucked against him, frantically chasing every ounce of pleasure as my climax crashed over me with enough force to steal my breath away and have stars bursting before my eyes.
When the waves finally subsided, I melted into the mattress, my eyes sliding shut and a satisfied smile curving on my lips.
I felt—rather than saw—Matteo moving from between my thighs to settle by my side. Fingers gripped my chin, turning it to the side before he kissed me. His tongue, coated in my flavor, pushed inside my mouth, and I moaned.
One of my hands clutched him closer to me, while the other ventured south. But when I grazed the hard length tenting his joggers, Matteo pulled back, his panting breaths fanning my face with our foreheads resting together.
“No. This was all for you.”
Undeterred, I gave his dick a firm squeeze over the fabric, and he let out a lewd groan, thrusting into my hand like he simply couldn’t resist.
“Summer,” he growled in warning.
“Please,” I begged. “I want to make you feel good too.”
“Goddammit.” The curse was uttered low, under his breath. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
He reared back, a doubtful expression on his face.
“Not if I take you in my mouth,” I clarified my intentions.
A silent war played out behind his eyes, logic versus lust. I saw the moment lust won out, and his pupils blew even wider, obscuring the brown of his irises.
“If we do this, we do it my way.”
My head bobbed on an enthusiastic nod. “Uh-huh.”
Matteo crawled off the bed, which seemed like a direct contradiction to him agreeing to let me suck him off, but then he leaned over, looped his arms around my torso, and dragged me to the edge of the mattress so that my head hung off it.
In this position, his crotch was directly in my face, albeit upside down, and I couldn’t contain my grin. He could really drive down my throat like this, and I wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing to stop him—not like I wanted to.
Reaching beneath the waistband of his sweatpants, Matteo’s fist had just closed around his cock when the sound of tiny cries filtered through the baby monitor on the nightstand.
Just like that, the moment was over.
Quickly adjusting himself, Matteo bent down to give me an upside-down kiss, murmuring against my lips, “Might need to consider hiring a new nanny when we get home since the last one got a promotion.”
I shoved at his chest before pulling myself upright. “That won’t be necessary.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Not even if it means having someone around to keep the girls occupied while I fuck my wife into oblivion any time I so choose without disruption?”
Cue the swoon at hearing him call me his wife for the first time.
Focus, Summer. Now’s not the time to pull out your notebook and practice writing, Mrs. Matteo Bellini, like a preteen girl with a crush.
But damn did that sound good.
Shaking my head as if to clear it, I replied, “Those two little girls are it for us.” I alluded to his decision to have a vasectomy, eliminating the possibility of us adding to our family with more children of our own.
“I refuse to pass them off to someone else to raise and miss out on watching them grow up.”
He stared at me for a full minute before a grin curved on his lips. “You’re perfect, you know that? They’re so lucky to have you.” Leaning in for another kiss, he added, “We all are.”
Serafina’s cries through the monitor reached a fever pitch. That girl was not happy.
“She’s probably scared, waking up in a new place, on top of being hungry.”
He shoved off the bed. “I’ll get her taken care of and then get started on dinner.”
My stomach rumbled at the mention of food. “Oh yeah? Whatcha making?”
“I’ve got a pesto gnocchi up my sleeve that’ll knock your socks off.”
“Sounds delicious. And very Italian.”
He smirked. “The fresh ingredients will make it taste even better.” Moving toward the door, he tossed over his shoulder. “I’ll bring in a plate for you.”
Right. Couldn’t forget that I was practically bed-bound. Fun stuff.
Matteo had been gone for a long time. Though, to be fair, the minutes dragged while I was stuck in this bed.
I tried to get back into my book, but I couldn’t get my brain to focus, especially when my eyes kept drifting to the diamond weighing down my left hand.
Why had he been so adamant that I never take it off?
I mean, he was kind of a caveman, so maybe it was his way of making sure any man who dared to look at me would know I was his. But that couldn’t be it because inside the house, there was no reason for him to be aggressively possessive, staking his claim.
He’d looked almost scared when he made the demand. It didn’t make any sense.
The only way to uncover the real reason would be by asking him outright. Though I might have only known Matteo for a short time, I knew that he could be stubbornly tight-lipped when he didn’t want to share certain information, like the exact location of this villa.
As it got darker, I worried that he would get caught up in cooking dinner and let Bianca sleep too long, resulting in her staying awake all night, so I gingerly eased off the mattress.
Matteo would be pissed that I got up without help, but, as a former athlete, it went against every instinct I had to just lie around all day.
I needed to move around, or else I was going to go insane.
I hissed against the lightning bolts of pain shooting up my left leg as I stumbled across the room. Breathing heavily, I paused at the threshold of the room, waiting for the black spots to clear my vision before I proceeded.
Stepping into the hallway, I moved toward where I remembered the kitchen being on my limited tour of the house upon our arrival, but Matteo’s muted voice had me changing direction.
Following the sound, I paused at the open door of what appeared to be a guest room where a portable crib had been set up.
Matteo was seated on an armchair, Serafina held in his arms as he fed her a bottle, the two of them bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun.
As Serafina greedily sucked down the formula, gazing up at her father with heavy-lidded eyes, I couldn’t help but stare at the breathtaking sight.
This was what had stolen my heart. I hadn’t just fallen for the man; I’d fallen for the father who was beyond gentle and loving with his girls.
He treated them like the princesses he claimed them to be.
And no matter what dark deeds he hid in the shadows, it didn’t erase that at his core, he was good.
The sight alone would have been heartwarming enough, but then he spoke.
“Promise you won’t to share this with your sister until we can tell her ourselves, but Summer agreed to marry me. She’s smart and beautiful and kind, and it terrifies me that someday she’s going to wake up and realize what I already know. That she’s too good for me.”
Blinking back the tears that threatened to fall, I brought a trembling hand to my mouth.
“I’m sorry that you never got to meet your mamma. But Summer loves you so much. And I know you love her too.” He chuckled softly. “She’s the only one you’ll eat solids for, you little stinker.”
Matteo’s gaze lifted to meet mine, and my lungs seized at having been caught eavesdropping.
“Truth of the matter is,” he continued speaking to his daughter, even though he kept his eyes trained on me. “She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to us.”
Those tears I’d been holding back spilled over, and I whispered, “ Ti amo. ”
Expressing our love in his native tongue felt special, like it belonged only to us, and I wondered if we could stay inside this little bubble forever.