56. Matteo
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
MATTEO
I t was the second semi-normal day of our honeymoon.
Could it still be called a honeymoon five weeks later? Fuck if I knew, but I was going for it.
Yesterday, we stopped at the nearby island and visited the local shops. It was quite something seeing the little town under the darkness, the northern lights our only guide. We grabbed dinner in a local restaurant and then returned.
Much to my dismay, my wife didn’t call me to her bed.
No matter though. Patience was a virtue, and God as my witness, I was working at it.
Earlier, we prepared dinner together, sticking to neutral subjects while we ate, then washed the dishes.
But with each passing minute, tension crawled through the air, building and brewing. It descended on us like an iron curtain, but I refused to let it shut on us.
Arianna disappeared into her room, using the excuse of needing a shower.
The sound of the water running crept beneath the closed door, and even though I promised myself I’d take it slow, I found myself in front of it with my fingers curled around the doorknob.
Pushing the door open, I stepped inside. This room was a mirror image of the other one but larger—meant for us to share. I had the other room designed as a guest room to be turned into a children’s room when that day came.
The lights danced through the glass dome, but they had no awe-inducing effect on me. There was only one thing—a woman—who could captivate me right now.
That scent, so uniquely hers, was everywhere. I let it pull me under its spell, my cock tenting in my pants.
A soft moan captured my attention, and as if pulled by a magnetic force, I found my wife’s hazy silhouette through the foggy shower glass.
Her shoulders trembled as her breathing hitched and another moan slipped from her lips, her blonde head falling back against the glass.
I held my breath, my hard cock throbbing painfully as I watched my wife rub her pussy. I pictured her naked body behind that foggy glass, her wet and swollen lips asking for my mouth, and just as I was about to grip my cock, a frustrated groan left her lips.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she breathed.
“What’s the matter?” I asked and she whirled around, giving me a glimpse of her glistening body. “Do you need help?”
“What are you doing, Matteo?”
“It seems we have a habit of meeting in the shower, baby.” I opened the shower door and found Ari’s body flushed from the heat, her eyes hazy with a need I could feel in the marrow of my bones. I reached out and turned off the shower, then stepped inside it.
Slowly, I dragged my thumb across her parted lips. When her tongue darted out, licking the tip, I almost fucking lost it. The need to bend her over and rut into her like a beast clawed at me.
Instead, I grunted a question, my voice thick with desire. “Want me to leave?”
I didn’t know if I’d have the strength to turn around and leave now that her naked body, needy and so fucking hot, was so close to me.
“No.”
The word barely left her lips before I lowered myself to my knees in front of her, the water soaking through my jeans. But I didn’t give a shit, because I got to touch her. Finally .
I slid my palms up her slim calves, behind her legs, then spread them. My face right in front of her pussy, I couldn’t resist leaning forward and dragging my tongue over her mound.
I groaned. She moaned.
She threaded her fingers through my hair, grabbing the strands as she watched me with hooded eyes. Her chest rose and fell as she took rapid breaths.
I kissed her inner thigh, the scent of her arousal making me rock hard.
“Not there,” she whispered, rocking her hips.
“No?” I groaned, the smell of her arousal filling my nostrils and driving me crazy. “Show me.”
She guided my head to her swollen sex. “You want me to eat your pussy?”
She nodded. “Words. I want your words, Ari.”
I circled her clit, harder and harder. “Eat my pussy, Matteo. Please.”
“Your wish is my command, wife,” I rasped. “Hook your leg over my shoulder.”
She complied eagerly, and I rewarded her with a long lick. I sucked and licked her, loving the way she rolled her hips, grinding herself against me.
“Ahhhh…” She released a long moan, throwing her head back and banging it against the shower door. “I missed you.”
Fuck, those words.
I lapped at her needy clit, shoving a finger inside her. Her fingers curled in my hair and I ate her like I was a man starved.
“Ohhh… P-please…” she panted.
I groaned, thrusting my tongue inside her as she rocked back and forth against me. When I drew her clit between my lips and nipped it gently, she climaxed. Her body jerked and trembled against my face and would have collapsed if I hadn’t gripped her hips.
When she finally slumped, our gazes met, her heavy breaths and flushed cheeks the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
I stared up at her, ravenous and desperate, my cock straining against my fly.
“I want to make love to you,” I grunted, my control hanging by a thread. “I need my wife.”
She licked her lips, her hooded eyes darting to the left, and I readied for disappointment.
“Should we go to the bedroom?”
I sprang up and made quick work of shucking off my pants. She reached for my shirt and pulled it over my head, discarding it onto the floor.
Then I scooped her up bridal-style and carried her to bed.
“I need my wife’s pussy strangling my cock. It’s been too long.”
We fell on the bed and she immediately straddled me, putting one hand on my chest as she guided my cock to her wet heat.
She began lowering down, her tight channel an oasis. Unable to control myself, I bucked my hips, eager to fill her up, and impaled her fully.
“Ohhh, fuuuuck,” she panted.
“Cazzo, that feels so good,” I gritted, my eyes closing in bliss.
“We haven’t even gotten started,” she moaned, rolling her hips tentatively.
I grabbed her by the back of the neck, pulling her down to me, and released a breath on her breasts.
I fisted her hair and pulled hard, my mouth at the shell of her ear. “Better ride me, baby, because if I fuck you, I’ll be too rough.”
She rolled her hips, sliding my dick in and out of her soaked pussy. She ground her pelvis against mine, the blissful expression making her appear almost surreal, her long lashes resting on her flushed cheeks.
“Open your eyes and look at me.”
Her coral-blue eyes met mine, hazy and full of desire.
“Oh… oh… oh…” Her inner walls clenched around my length, her body trembling and her moans getting louder.
Fuck, I wouldn’t last much longer.
Reaching between our bodies, I found her clit with my thumb and brushed it lightly while with my other, I took her nipple between my fingers and twisted, squeezing hard.
She upped her tempo and moaned, her pussy strangling my cock.
My fingers toying with her clit, it wasn’t long before her walls were milking my cock.
Flipping us over so she was beneath me, writhing with pleasure, I thrust hard and deep inside her, fucking her through the orgasm. Flesh against flesh. My grunts against her moans. Erotic sounds filled the igloo as my body seized, a tingling sensation starting at the base of my spine.
“Ari,” I said in a guttural voice as I came harder than ever before.
I shuddered against her, my cum filling her and smearing both of us, then wrapped her in my arms and rasped in her ear, “You’re my sun. My star. My galaxies. Without you, I don’t exist.”