Chapter 36 – One Week Later #2
I commit every inch of her to memory. She’s like a piece of art, and one day, I’m going to draw her, just like this.
My hands lower to her body, starting at her breasts, roaming down with care, falling to her stomach, her hips, her thighs as she parts a little, enough to show me all of her.
My fingertips brush the inside of her thigh, rolling my fingers up and down each one, and her exhales grow rough, her ass circling against the bed, her eyes on me.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I’m gonna love you, Aida, like no one ever has before.”
Her eyes shimmer, and I’m on her in an instant, my body pressing over hers, my kisses rough, her hands against my back rougher, pushing me deeper into her.
I make love to her mouth, and it’s just that easy. I pour everything I have into that kiss. Every feeling. Every word. Every promise. It’s hers. I belong to this woman.
Cradling the back of her head, I grab a handful of her breast with my other hand, thumb stroking her nipple. When her cry of pleasure vibrates around my tongue, I arch my cock against her center, making her quiver beneath me.
“Do you feel how badly I want you?” A growl slips out as she pants the more I rock into her pussy, but I won’t make her come this way, not yet.
Reluctantly, I pull away, wanting to taste her everywhere. And I do just that, peppering her with kisses, from her neck, further until my mouth hungrily drops in between her chest. I swallow a nipple into my mouth, sucking harder, my tongue sweeping past one, before I take the other.
“Matteo!” she gasps, and the way her nails dig into my scalp makes me want to never stop.
I draw back, just for a moment, just so I can look at her one more second, and every time that I do, it feels as though I’m looking at her for the very first time. My thumb runs across her lips. “I promise to take care of you. Every single day.”
“I promise to take care of you too, Matteo.” She holds my face in her hands, her eyes swimming with unshed tears.
When she touches me like this, so damn tenderly, it seeps into the marrow of my bones. Her love is everywhere, soaking into me, and nothing has ever felt this pure. This good.
“I love you,” I softly exhale as my face falls to her throat, a hand drifting down the side of her body, wanting to touch her.
I peer up at her as my finger gradually lowers over her most intimate place. She’s wet and warm as I swipe up in between her slit, her whimpers turning me the hell on. I keep going, slipping past, touching her deeper.
“Yes, right there,” she cries, as I rub her spot, her eyes hazy with lust as I look down into them, wanting to dive in and surrender to the fall.
I glide my finger lower, sinking it inside her pussy without a hint of doubt or hesitation. Because the way she looks right now, the way she’s clamping around me, I know I’m doing something right.
I thrust fast, then slow, changing up my tempo, her moans growing louder. My teeth graze the underside of her jaw as she cries my name, her nails slicing up my back as I dip in and out of her, going deeper every time I’m all the way inside.
She’s soaked around me, and goddamn tight.
Would I even fit? Could I hurt her? Fuck. How will we even do this?
Her walls tighten around me the faster I pump, her panting growing heavier, her moans entwining into one frenzied sound.
“Matteo!” Her gaze locks to mine, her mouth parting, brows drawn, and when I work her harder, ramming faster, she screams my name, hiding her face in my shoulder, biting into my flesh as her thighs tremble and her body shudders underneath me.
I don’t stop until she does. I want all of it. Everything she has to give me. Because it’s mine. Once her body stills, her heart racing to the beat of my tumultuous one, I kiss her slow, groaning as my cock rocks in between her thighs, wanting to come undone and watch her do that again.
Quickly, I move to retrieve one of the condoms Enzo had given me from the drawer in the nightstand. I settle on my knees, and her eyes fall sharply to the square in my hand.
Those rosy nipples shudder from her chaotic breaths. “Open it,” she whispers. “Please.”
I nod, without looking away, knowing I’d agree to just about anything to make love to her. Calling it fucking just doesn’t feel right, not with her. Not for us.
My cock aches so violently, I’m afraid I’ll tear her body to shreds. But I want to love her slow, to remember every detail of our first time—from the way she sounds, to the way she moves, to the way we feel together.
Dropping the condom beside me, I pull my white t-shirt off, my hands then landing on the waistband of my sweats, gradually pulling them down.
My cock springs out, and her eyes instantly widen. Hell, I hope that means she likes it.
“Could I…?” Her fingers reach out, hesitantly drawing them near the tip of my length, her gaze dancing between my eyes and my cock.
“Yes, touch me, baby.” I grab her wrist, leading her all the way to where she wants to be. “It’s yours.”
“Matteo…” she breathes. She runs two fingers around the crown before fisting me gently, like she’s afraid it’ll hurt.
“Tighter.” I clench my teeth, throwing my head back with a growl as her hand squeezes me, and I jerk when she slides it up and down.
My balls ache, a jolt zapping through my back the faster she moves. That need to explode comes barraging, and once I feel it, I stop her, grabbing her wrist and gently pushing it back against the bed. “I’m gonna come if you keep doing that, baby, and I wanna come inside you.”
She sucks her lower lip with a whimper, her thighs rubbing against one another. My eyes take it all in as I rip the packet and slip into the condom.
I drape my body over hers, loving her curves wrapped around me.
“Your hands are too good for a man like me.” I grip my cock in my fist, lining it at her pussy.
“Every single part of you is.” The tip slips just past her entrance and I lower my face close to hers, her lips perched over mine, her exhales shuddering, mingled with my own.
“Am I hurting you?” I tremble out, staying still until she tells me she wants more.
“No.” Her hands fall to my ass. “Keep going and don’t stop.” And I don’t. With every inch, I sink inside her, so wet and willing, so breathtaking. I never want to stop looking at her body. But her heart, that’s the most beautiful of all.
“I love you, Matteo.” Her gasping is whispery and rough as my forehead falls to hers for seconds before I pitch back.
With her palm fitted over my cheek, and mine over hers, I sink all the way inside, our eyes so connected, my soul rattles.
Vulnerable. Yet strong. Soft. Yet hard. A lover. But a fighter too. I’m all of those things in her arms. And I’ll fight every damn day to deserve her.
My cock surges, stretching her as I thrust, and she makes the sexiest noises I’ve ever heard. My strokes turn faster as I scatter kisses past her neck, her breasts, her hands gripping the sheets.
When I look down, her gaze is full of the same emotions I see reflected at me. This time, our kiss, it’s filled with promises—of unhurried love, enduring devotion, of a life filled with firsts. Together, we will have many of them and no one will stop us. Not this time.
With another slam of my hips, I feel it—a swell, this extreme tingling at the base of my spine.
I pump faster, needing her eyes on me as I experience this intensity with her, with this woman who’s been my everything from the very first day.
I can’t even put into words how good I’m feeling.
It’s like we’re connected, our souls as one.
Her hands claim my back, her fingers biting into my flesh every time my hips drive harder, the sound of skin on skin blending with the sounds of our pleasure.
When she squeezes my cock, crying out my name, her back arching, I’m right there too, the fire she set burning me as I spill with every drop.
“Fuuuck!” I groan, thrusting harder until there’s nothing left to give.
“Matteo…” she exhales roughly once her spasming ends, but I don’t move, staying inside her, not wanting to separate. “That was…wow.”
“You’re incredible,” I tell her, my chest on fire from my heavy breathing, our legs tangled in a chaotic heap.
I’ve never been this naked with anyone. Never bled this much of myself into another person. But somehow, with her, it feels right.
We stay that way for long winding minutes until I slip out of her, discarding the condom into the trash bin, before holding her body against mine, feeling the wave of her heartbeats drumming over my fingertips.
I kiss the back of her head, pulling the blanket back over us as she yawns. “Close your eyes, baby. I’ll find you in your dreams.”