Chapter 4 – Ten Years Later - Age 37 #3
When he tucks his face into my core, his nose brushing in between my slit, my hips shudder, my hands finding the back of his head, writhing beneath him.
“Matteo,” I gasp when the tip of his tongue flicks my throbbing clit. He runs circles around it, our eyes meeting in chaotic bouts of pleasure. My body warms. “I need you so badly, I’m willing to get on my knees and beg.”
He growls against me as his mouth fastens around my clit, brushing his tongue on me at the same time, while two fingers stretch me wide. My hands tremble as they form fists and I scream out in sweet pleasure, the release ebbing closer.
Suddenly he stops, kissing my inner thighs, too close to where I need him.
“Matteo, please . . .”
“Please what?” His lips land in that space where my leg meets my core, tongue dancing languidly, those dark brown eyes, staring hard. “Tell me what you need? I want to hear every filthy word.”
“I need more. I need to come.”
“Fuck, I love hearing you say that. Love watching you as you do, knowing I’m the one who gave it to you.”
Two fingers run past both sides of my clit and that double sensation causes my eyes to roll back, my back arching, his name like an offering across my lips.
“Yes, don’t stop,” I pant, scratching his scalp, shoving him back down on my pussy, and the vibrations of his laughter, has me on the cusp. Two fingers sink inside me, the same ones he was using before, and he fucks me with punishing strokes, his tongue ruthless as it brings me pleasure.
“Yes, oh God . . .” My ass grinds on the sofa, my body an electric tangle of nerves. And the final time his fingers thrust deeper, I scream out his name, loud and unabashed.
He does this to me. Every time. He’s learned a lot about what brings me pleasure over the years, and I did too.
We’ve spent endless days learning each other.
And this man could set me off, merely from a touch of his mouth against the crook of my neck.
When the kids aren’t around, he fucks me bent over the kitchen counter, snapping my head back by my throat, giving me all the dirty words I crave.
“You’re incredible, Aida.” His fingers run through my slickness, his eyes feasting on my most intimate place. “So beautiful. Far more beautiful than the stars filling the sky.”
I breathe heavy, unable to speak, my body still riding the high, and in a flash, he lifts me off the sofa and into his arms.
“I’m not quite done with you, yet.” His eyes hold mine, my legs wrapped around his hips, as he settles himself onto the sofa, me on top. I straddle him as I drink him in, my palm coming to rest on the stubbles of his cheek.
His chest rises, that face filling with a sense of peace and adoration. I finger the buttons of his shirt, and slowly I undress him, needing that connection, wanting my husband inside me. He pulls the sleeves off, those eyes never leaving mine, and I throw the shirt onto the floor.
My hands move to the button of his pants, rolling the zipper down as he watches, palms on the top of my thighs.
His cock jerks. I feel it straining in my hand as I touch it, rubbing in tempered strokes.
He rises, quickly placing me on my feet so he could take off his pants and boxers, throwing them across the room. His cock is all hard. Thick. I touch it. Rolling a fist up and down his shaft.
My walls clench, needing him to fill the emptiness.
“I need to fuck you,” he rasps, teeth nipping my bottom lip, his arm circling around the small of my back as he settles me down onto the sofa, taking me with him.
“I need to feel what you do to me every time I make love to you.” He takes himself in his palm and lines the tip against my entrance.
“I’ll love you always, Aida. I’ll love you until the stars fade and the moon no longer shines.
Until we’re nothing but dust drifting in the wind.
And even then, we’ll be together, Aida”—he grabs my hips, his gaze boring into mine—“because my love for you is endless.”
“For eternity, then?” I breathe just inches inside me.
“For eternity.” Then he slams all the way in, until I’m impaled around him, our heavy groans filling the room.
My mouth greets his once more, my hips rocking against him, stretched and filled to capacity.
“Harder,” I cry. “Harder, please.”
With a growl, he takes over, flipping me around, positioning my body so he could fuck me from behind.
I hold on to the back of the sofa, his chest meeting my flesh, as he fits the crown of his cock inside me and slams hard until I scream.
His merciless strokes show no mercy, my hair in his clutches as he gives it to me just how I need it.
“I like how wet you get for me,” he groans against my ear. “Love you sucking my cock with that pussy, like you can’t get enough of it.”
“Matteo . . . oh God.”
“That’s it, baby,” he hisses, biting my lobe. “Take it. Every inch is yours.” His warm, intoxicating breath flitters against the pulse beating in my neck.
His dirty talk, it sets me off, and I push my ass back, and he smacks it hard.
“Dirty girl,” he says, doing it again. His hand goes around to fondle my clit, driving me wild.
I could feel myself coming undone, just a little more is all I need.
But instead of bringing me to orgasm, he takes those fingers and forces them into my ass, playing with me there, sinking inside that hole.
And the more he does, the faster his hips pound into, my need almost at the peak.
I find it harder to hold on. Another finger stretches my ass, his cock buried deeper, stroking harder.
“Matteo!” I scream, drowning in intense pleasure.
He works me faster, thrusting deeper, chasing his own release, he pulls my head back, fucking me so hard I almost rip the leather with my long fingernails digging into it.
“Fuuuck!” he growls as he shoots inside me, filling me as he pumps every drop. Once, twice, I lose count, until he stills, falling over my back, his sweat coating my skin, breathing heavy against my nape. “I say we stay here and fuck all night. Let my brother deal with the kids until tomorrow.”
I sigh on a laugh. “That sounds tempting. But you know Cyres will wake up crying, wanting her own bed.”
“Damn it. You’re right.” He kisses my shoulder blade, not making a move to get off. I’m okay with that. “I can help you get dressed, then we can go.”
“I think I can manage,” I toss with a lazy smile.
“I know. But I like dressing you just as much as I like undressing you.”
“Is that right?” I breathe.
“Mmm, yeah.” He moves a piece of my hair away from my cheek and tilts my face to him with his knuckles. “’Cause it makes me picture you naked all over again.”
Heat blooms at my center. A smile turns my lips upward.
When we’re this way, loving each other in our own quiet way, I wish I could go back and tell those two little kids in the basement that one day they’ll have it all.
Once day no one will stop them. They’ll love each other out in the open, and every day, they’ll be further away from the horrors of before.