51. Evie
Evie
BOOK CLUB BANDITS
BELLA
umm excuse me, where did you sneak off to?
CINDY
quickie in the bathroom???
BELLA
no that’s more Layla’s style
LAYLA
hey!
CINDY
she’s speaking facts
EVIE
we’re just going for a little drive
CINDY
ride him like a cowboy girl
LAYLA
we’re so reading another cowboy romance for book club
BELLA
I vote for a fantasy next!
LAYLA
okay yes so down!
No more teasing, no more dancing around each other. I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life. Have never felt this way during intimacy, have never had my core pulse, have never felt like tearing off someone’s clothes and devouring them.
Yet straddling Matteo, I feel it all.
I need him.
His eyes widen at my plea, his hands on my body tightening before he forces himself to let go. I can see him holding himself back and I hate it. The one time I genuinely want to sleep with someone and they’re treating me like I’m made of glass.
“Please,” I whisper. “I want this, Matteo. I want you. Don’t treat me differently because of my past.”
A pained expression overcomes his features. “I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want you to check out on me.”
I run my fingers back and forth through his hair. “I don’t think that will happen with you.”
“You don’t know that and I don’t want you to feel obligated to do this.”
“I feel anything but obligated. I’m practically begging you.”
His lip twitches.
“Don’t laugh at me.”
His eyes spark again with mischief. “I’m not laughing at you.”
“But you want to,” I point out.
Shrugging, he tries to control his smile but fails until I watch the wheels in his mind turn, his want and need for me spinning across his face.
“Okay,” he murmurs. “But we need to communicate, and I mean it, Evie. The second you feel yourself checking out we stop. This isn’t for me, this is for the both of us. I want you.”
My heart soars, absolutely soars. I’ve been trying to get him to trust me enough with my own body with intimacy for weeks, have been teasing and pushing his buttons endlessly.
My smile springs free as I roll my hips, loving the way his eyes flash, the way a muscle ticks in his jaw…the way he twitches underneath me.
“Yes, sir,” I tease.
Excitement rushes through my veins at seeing his control snap. His voice is such a dark drawl it sends a shiver down my spine. “Is there anything that helps you stay present?”
I’ve never stayed present during sex but I have a feeling I know what I need.
“Talking,” I say, my voice breathy.
His brow arches, a slow lopsided grin spreading. “You want me talking, Dove?” I nod because I’m afraid my voice will betray me again, but Matteo tsks. “Let me hear you say it,” he murmurs as he puts his hands back on my hips and picks up my pace.
A moan falls from my lips at the movement, the high I feel building surprising me. I’m completely, one hundred percent within my body and I’m feeling pleasure at his touch.
Is this why people love sex? Is this how it feels for everyone else?
“I want you to talk,” I breathe.
“Good girl.”
His deep words send a strike of pleasure through my body and it only intensifies as he brings our lips together and devours me like he loves me. He pours his all into the kiss, conveying without words how much I mean to him, and I do the same in return.
“Fuck, Evie, you’re beautiful,” he says between kisses, his words doing exactly what I knew they would.
They ground me, the sound of his voice, his warm breath tethering me to the here and now. My hips are relentless, my hands frantic as I grab his shirt and tug.
I need him.
Pulling away just long enough to rip off his shirt, I’m not at all embarrassed as a whimper escapes me at the sight of his bare chest. Deep ridges, muscles flexing and bunching, I gently trace his smooth dark skin and savor every second.
He leans forward, grabbing my jersey, his voice like a dark rumble of thunder as he demands, “Take it off. Let me see you.”
The command moves my arms before I even realize what I’m doing. Throwing off the jersey, I’m left in my black lace bra, my breasts swelling at the seams. Matteo must like what he sees because his hips flex underneath me as he groans deeply.
Wrapping an arm around my middle, he holds me to his chest as he spins us, my hair fanning out along the truck bed as he lays me down gently and he hovers above me.
This is when I usually panic, and something in my eyes must give me away because Matteo gently grabs my waist, his voice and touch grounding me. “Eyes on me, Dove. Keep your eyes on me.”
My heartbeat switches from a panicked rhythm to a slow drum. I lift my eyes to Matteo’s, his face gentle and open. Breathing out a stuttering gasp of air, I lift my hands to him, tracing the lines of his strong jaw, my touch making him shudder.
“Keep touching me,” he begs, his eyes closing.
A thrill goes through me at watching how I have this effect on him. It’s a heady feeling, a type of power and control I’ve never felt in the bedroom. Feeling spurred on, I drag my nails gently down his neck, savoring the way goosebumps line his arms as he moans.
“Keep touching me,” he repeats. “Fucking hell, keep touching me.”
Once I reach his chest, he drops his head back, the tent in his pants bulging. The sight, surprisingly, makes my mouth salivate.
Scrambling to get on my knees before him, I keep dragging my nails down until I reach his lower hips. I gasp as he groans, his hips bucking.
“That’s it, Dove. Keep going.”
Spurred on by his words and his evident desire, I quickly unbuckle his jeans, pushing them down over his hips to reveal black boxers.
“Keep looking at me like that and I’ll come in my pants,” he says huskily.
Dragging my heavy-lidded gaze away from the large bulge, I find him leaning back on his hands, the veins in his arms straining and his eyes—my god, they’re on fire. The forest has ignited and there’s nothing that can extinguish the flames that call for me.
His swallow is audible as his hips rise an inch, beckoning.
Hooking my fingers into the waistband of his boxers, his breath hitches.
Then, he outright groans as I make contact with the tip of his cock. A shiver makes its way down my spine, my core pulsing relentlessly as I swipe through the pre-cum drenching his boxers.
With his head hanging back, I get to watch him hold on for dear life.
“Fuck,” he curses, his hips lifting again.
Pulling the boxers down, his cock springs free, and I have to squeeze my legs together to try and stop the pulsing. He’s twitching, his cock large, long, and so thick that, as I wrap my hand around it, my pointer finger and thumb only just graze.
“Oh sweet heavens,” I murmur.
Matteo slowly lifts his head, his lids drooped to the point his eyes are mere slits as he looks at me. His hips begin to thrust into my touch. Pre-cum dripping from the tip of his head, and before I know what I’m doing, I lean forward and lick it.
The moan that tumbles from him makes me so fucking wet I’m worried for my jeans.
His hand snaps out, cupping my head, his fingers running through my blonde strands. “You’re fucking killing me, Dove. Oh my fucking god, I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
Squeezing my thighs together once more, the movement makes me whimper with want and need. At the sound, Matteo’s eyes flash and he moves forward, pushing me down as he captures my lips with his.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers against my mouth. His fingers work to unbutton my pants before tearing them off. “I’ve thought about this a million times, have moaned your name as my hand fisted my cock.”
His words send a thrill down my spine.
Lying on my back in just my matching black lace panties and bra, Matteo sits back on his heels and just stares at me as he fists his cock and pulls with a groan of pleasure. “Look at you, so fucking perfect my imagination didn’t do you justice.”
With him now sitting between my thighs, I can’t squeeze them together to ease the ache. Squirming, I beg, “Matteo, please touch me.”
“You want my cock or my fingers?”
His crass words have wetness pooling between my thighs.
Watching him touch himself is driving me crazy, driving my body mad enough that I reach a hand between my thighs and rub my clit. The second my fingers touch myself there, my hips lift, a moan leaving my lips.
“Oh god, anything. Please, I need you so badly.”
“Fuck, I’m going to come if you keep touching yourself.”
“Come inside me,” I breathe.
The words snap something inside him. One moment my fingers are teasing my clit, and in the next, he pushes my fingers away, shoves my panties to the side, and drops his mouth to my core.
The second his tongue is on me, I scream.
I scream so loud he laughs against my clit but all that does is spur me on even more. Grinding against his face, I sink my hands into his hair, holding him against me.
I’m shocked beyond my wildest dreams as I come.
He touched me for three seconds and now I’m having an orgasm.
I chant his name over and over like an answered prayer. “Matteo!”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he curses.
My legs quivering, I peek down to see Matteo quickly let go of his cock, his body shuddering. He bites down on his hand, watching me with a pained expression as he stops himself from coming.
“I’m not finishing until I feel you.”
His voice, as rough as gravel, has my eyes rolling into the back of my head, my body getting ready to continue. Lifting up, I wrap my hand around his neck and pull him down on top of me, kissing him with an intensity that surprises me.
I want him inside me. I’ve never wanted to be connected to another person like I do now. Even after having an orgasm, it’s all my body is begging for—him.
“Are you ready?”
I nod against his forehead. “Please, Matteo, I’ve waited for you for years.”
Groaning at my words, Matteo grabs himself and aligns us.
The moment he grazes my entrance, we both stop breathing.
Years of yearning, tension, stolen glances, and everything that led to us coming together pauses.
Until Matteo slowly slides inside me, both our gazes snapping to one another, and everything within us explodes.
Our souls intertwine.
Our hearts connect.
Our energies merge.
It all becomes one.
Matteo thrusts, whispering against my lips, “My beautiful Dove. Keep those eyes on me, baby. Stay with me.”
But I believe I’ve found my home. I believe that after all these years, I am finally home.
I am finally safe.
Nothing has ever felt like this. I’m present in my body, wholly in my mind, and I am loving every second of it.
“Matteo,” I whisper, the only word I’m able to utter as the pressure within me begins to build again, just the sheer connection between us overwhelming my body with ecstasy.
“I’m here, Dove. I’m always here.” He kisses me fiercely before admitting, “I’ve always been yours.”
“I’m yours, Matteo,” I whisper back, nothing ever feeling more right than this.
A full-body shudder wracks him at my confession.
His hips pick up the pace, both of us panting in earnest now, and I’m climbing that high again, just on the cusp.
“I’m yours,” he says. “Heart, body, and soul, I’m yours. Come with me, baby.”
As if my body belongs to him, it explodes, his words my undoing.
The moment my core clenches around him Matteo is coming alongside me, our gazes holding as the world shatters around us.
“My Matteo,” I whisper, stroking his hair as he peppers soft kisses along my cheek.
He graces me with the most gorgeous smile as he murmurs back, “My Dove.”