Chapter 15 #2
I curl my fingers, finding that perfect spot that makes her scream. Her thighs shake around my head, and I can feel her getting closer, her body tensing.
"Come for me," I command, my voice muffled against her pussy. "Come all over my face, baby. Let me feel you fall apart."
She shattered, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. I work her through it, lapping up every drop of her sweetness until she's boneless and panting beneath me.
"Beautiful," I breathe, kissing my way up her body. "So fucking beautiful when you come."
I settle between her thighs, my cock hard and aching against her entrance. She's still trembling from her climax, her pupils blown wide with pleasure.
"Tell me you want this," I say, my voice strained with control. "Tell me you want my cock inside you."
"Yes," she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. "I want you inside me. I want to feel you stretch me open."
"Christ." I push into her slowly, watching her face as I fill her inch by inch. She's so tight it's almost painful, her walls gripping me like a vice. "Your pussy feels like silk around my cock. So wet and hot and perfect."
When I'm fully seated inside her, I pause, giving her time to adjust. She's panting beneath me, her green eyes dark with desire.
"You're so big," she whispers, her voice awed. "I can feel you everywhere."
"Good." I start to move, slow and deep, watching her face as I take her apart. "I want you to feel me for days. Want you to remember exactly how I claimed you."
I increase the pace, driving into her harder, deeper. The sound of our bodies coming together fills the room, skin against skin, her soft moans mixing with my rough groans.
"Look at me," I command, and her eyes snap open. "I want you to see who's making you feel this good. Who's stretching this tight little pussy."
"You," she gasps, her body arching beneath me. "Only you."
"That's right, baby. This pussy belongs to me now." I lean down, my mouth hot against her ear. "Say it. Tell me who you belong to."
"I belong to you," she moans, her walls clenching around me. "I'm yours, Matteo."
"Fuck yes." I slam into her harder, losing control. "Mine. All mine. No one else gets to touch you, to taste you, to make you come. Only me."
I can feel her getting close again, her body tensing beneath me. I reach between us, my thumb finding her clit and circling it with firm pressure.
"Come with me," I growl, my thrusts becoming erratic. "I want to feel you come on my cock. Want to feel this pussy milk me dry."
She screams my name as she comes, her walls clamping down on me like a vice. The sensation pushes me over the edge, and I bury myself deep as I follow her over, my release tearing through me like wildfire.
"Jesus Christ," I pant, my forehead pressed against hers. Sweat drips between us, our bodies slick and overheated despite the summer breeze drifting through the open windows. "That was... fuck, Isabella. You're going to be the death of me."
I've never felt anything like this. Never lost control so completely with a woman. The realization should make me run, but instead it makes me want more. Makes me want to crawl inside her skin and never leave.
She traces the scar on my chest with gentle fingers, and I catch her hand, pressing it flat against my racing heart. "You feel that?" I ask, my voice rough with emotion I'm not used to showing. "You do that to me. No one else has ever..."
I can't finish the sentence. Can't admit how completely she's wrecked me. But she sees it anyway, those green eyes soft with understanding.
"I know," she whispers. "I feel it too."
The cicadas drone outside, mixing with the distant sound of water lapping against the shore.
The room smells like sex and her perfume, and I want to memorize every detail.
The way her hair fans across the pillow, the flush that covers her skin, the way she's looking at me like I'm something precious instead of dangerous.
I should be satisfied. Should be ready to hold her and sleep. But watching her beneath me, seeing the way her body responds to mine, I feel my cock stirring again. The sight of her spread out on my sheets, marked with my touch, it's the most addictive thing I've ever seen.
"Christ," I breathe, surprised by my own recovery. "Look what you do to me."
She glances down and sees me hardening again, her eyes widening. "Already?"
"You're surprised?" I nip at her throat, tasting salt and Isabella. "I've been wanting you for weeks. One time isn't nearly enough."
The confidence in my voice masks the shock I feel. I'm twenty-nine years old, not some teenage boy who can't control himself. But with her, all my usual control is worthless.
"Turn over," I command, my voice rough with renewed desire. "I want to take you from behind. Want to watch my cock disappear into your pussy."
She flips onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to me, and the sight nearly stops my heart. I run my hands over the curve of her ass, squeezing and kneading.
"Look at you," I growl, positioning myself at her entrance. "So fucking perfect. This ass, this pussy, all mine."
I slide into her again, both of us groaning at the sensation. This angle hits different, deeper, and I can see everything. The way her body stretches to accommodate me, the way she pushes back against me, desperate for more.
"Harder," she begs, her voice muffled by the pillow. "Please, Matteo. I need it harder."
"Greedy little thing," I chuckle, but I give her what she wants. My hands grip her hips as I pound into her, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing through the room. "You love this, don't you? Love being fucked like this."
"Yes," she cries out, her body shaking with each thrust. "God, yes. Don't stop."
I reach around, my fingers finding her clit again. "Come for me one more time," I demand. "I want to feel you fall apart on my cock again."
She comes with a cry that's almost a scream, her body convulsing around me. I follow her over, my release hitting me like a freight train as I empty myself inside her.
We collapse together onto the sheets, both of us breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat. The summer air moves across our skin, cooling the heat we've generated. She's curled against my side, her head on my chest, and I can feel her heart beating against mine.
The room is quiet except for our ragged breathing and the distant sound of water against the shore. Moonlight streams through the windows, casting everything in silver. I trace lazy patterns on her bare shoulder, my fingers still trembling slightly from the intensity of what just happened.
This isn't just sex. This is something else entirely. Something that's turned my carefully ordered world upside down and made me question everything I thought I knew about myself.
We lie there afterward, breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat. She's curled against my side, her head on my chest, and I can feel her heart beating against mine. I trace lazy patterns on her bare shoulder, not wanting to break the spell.
"I didn't know it could feel like that," I whisper into the darkness. "Like you're inside my fucking chest."
She lifts her head to look at me, her eyes soft with something that looks like love. "What happens now?"
"Now?" I pull her closer, possessive and protective. "Now you're mine. And I'm yours. Whatever the hell that means."
She traces the scar on my chest, her touch gentle and reverent. "It means we figure it out together."
"Together," I repeat, the word foreign on my tongue. I've never done together. Never wanted to. But with her, everything is different. "I can live with that."
She smiles and settles back against my chest. I watch her until her breathing evens out, until she falls asleep in my arms. The silver coin sits on the nightstand, forgotten. I haven't touched it all night, haven't needed the familiar comfort of spinning metal between my fingers.
For the first time in my life, I don't need the distraction. Don't need the barrier. I have everything I need right here, warm and soft and mine. The woman who sees through all my bullshit and wants me anyway.
But as I lie there in the darkness, listening to the night sounds through the windows, holding her close, I can't shake the feeling that this is the calm before the storm. That whatever comes next will try to tear us apart.
It won't work. I won't let it.
Isabella is mine now. And I protect what's mine.
No matter what it costs.