23. Matteo
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
MATTEO
I scooped her up, a loud squeal escaping her lips.
“Where are you taking me?” No sooner had those words left her mouth than the setup for the night came into view. Fluffy blankets made a cozy bed on the ground with red rose petals dusted all over it and makeshift planets floating in the air.
Her gaze found mine, her lips parted in a silent “O” as she searched for words.
“What is all this?” she breathed.
“I’m ready for my favorite dessert.”
Her brows arched. “I thought my cookies were your favorite dessert.”
“Second. Eating your pussy is my first.”
A slight tremor rolled through her body and she pressed herself harder against me. “Maybe… Maybe I could return the favor.”
The picture her words drew in my mind had me almost coming on the spot, raging desire coursing through my veins.
“Some other time, Ari. When I’m more in control.”
She tilted her chin, studying me. “What if I want to see you lose control?”
I shook my head. “Trust me, you don’t.”
“I do. I want to see all of you.”
It was the most simple thing anyone had ever said to me, but her words seeped straight into my soul. She’d been in my heart for so long that I was accustomed to having her as a permanent resident there, but with her every kiss, every word, and every touch, she was taking over the rest of me. She was now in my body and soul, as well as my heart.
My body and soul came to life whenever she was near me.
I stopped in front of the bed and she slid down my body, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she reached for the zipper at the back of her dress, pulling it down.
She stood like a goddess, wearing nothing but her lacy white panties and a bra. Bare and exposed, while I stood there still fully dressed.
She unfastened my tie gracefully and discarded it on the ground as she said, “I mean it, Matteo. Give me all or nothing.”
My mouth smashed against hers and she instantly parted her lips. She tasted like Nutella and cookie dough, two of my favorite things.
She was so fucking right for me.
Her hands around my neck, her kiss turned demanding. My hands roamed her soft body, traveling down until I could grip her ass with my fingers. Tightly, needing every inch of her. I wanted to lay my claim on her. Never let her go.
Letting go of her ass, I brought up one hand and pushed it into her golden strands, gripping them gently. Needing her to be under the same spell.
“Look at me,” I demanded against her mouth, her soft breaths fanning my cheek. Her eyes fluttered open, the stars in her eyes blinding me.
I took her chin between my fingers, gently but firmly.
“I’ll give you my everything, but remember you asked for it,” I growled, letting a hint of my darkness seep into my words. “And I will never let go, never share you.”
She remained silent, watching me, while my heart pounded in my chest, worried she’d change her mind.
“You made that plenty clear, but know this, Matteo…” Her lips curved into a smile and she lifted onto her tiptoes, her lips brushing against mine. “I’ll kill any woman who dares come near you too.”
I peppered kisses over her neck and down her chest. “You have yourself a deal.”
My mouth brushed over the lace of her bra and I reached around to unclip it.
“These are my tits,” I murmured against her chest, my hands trailing down her flat stomach. She gasped when I cupped her through her panties, my fingers digging into her sensitive flesh. She was soaked. “And this is my pussy.”
My attention still on her full breasts, I tugged on her panties until she moaned at the friction. Wanting to hear it again, I removed the flimsy material, then gently slapped her pussy.
She yelped, shifting away from me, but I refused to let her put distance between us. I crashed my lips into hers, our tongues colliding. When I pulled away, she was breathless, her cheeks stained red and her eyes shining like diamonds.
“Tell me,” I demanded.
“They’re yours. Now stop talking and?—”
I silenced her with another kiss, needing to consume her.
Her body melted into me and her hands fisted my shirt as if she couldn’t get me close enough. I moved my mouth down her jaw, over the soft skin below her ear. Her hips ground against me, her moves jerky and unpracticed.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I rasped, nipping her neck and hoping to leave a mark for the world to see.
With my hand between her thighs, I pressed my fingers to her soaking core. She rocked her hips, grinding herself against me as her head fell back.
“Ohhh,” she breathed. I increased the pressure and her pink lips parted as we stared at each other. “Please.”
“Please what? Use your words, Ari,” I demanded, tightening my grip on her hair and tilting her face up so she’d watch me.
She peered at me, her gaze heavy-lidded. “I need?—”
She ground her hips against my hand harder and faster.
“What?” I growled, needing to hear her say it.
“I need to come.”
“Good girl,” I groaned, rewarding her by thrusting a finger inside her tight entrance.
Her blue eyes darkened and a sense of satisfaction filled me. I kept sliding my finger in and out of her, watching her face, not wanting to miss the flicker of every single emotion that crossed her features.
Ari’s eyes dropped to my lips as her tongue swept across her lower lip. “Kiss me, please.”
I kissed her, sliding my finger in and out of her folds while my thumb circled her clit. She was so fucking tight, and I couldn’t help but imagine how she’d feel when I thrust into her. Her insides greedily clenched around my fingers as she moaned softly into my mouth.
I guided her gently onto her back, the rose petals getting tangled in her blonde hair. And all the while, my fingers rubbed her clit and my tongue teased hers. Her body shivered underneath mine, her hips rising frantically to rub against me.
God, she was so responsive. So fucking beautiful.
“Matteo,” she moaned, needy. Her hands gripped my shoulders, her fingernails digging into my muscles as she quivered underneath me. “Matteo, oh… ohh…”
Her body rocked against my hand, and I could taste her impending orgasm almost as if it were my own. Her arousal, sweet and delicious, permeated the air. Her juices drenched my fingers and I refused to let up. She writhed under me with her head thrown back, the rose petals surrounding her head like a halo.
“Look at me,” I ordered as I guided her closer and closer to the edge.
Shudders rolled down her body and she panted, her mewling getting louder. I rubbed at her clit faster and picked up the pace of my thrusting.
She was close, and I reveled in the knowledge that I was the only man who’d seen her through an orgasm.
Her hands tightened around me, and I loved how she needed me as she came unraveled, her body shivering and her pussy convulsing around my fingers with my name on her lips.
I couldn’t fucking wait to marry this woman.