23. Matti
Matti
S itting up, Siena’s eyes are shiny with unshed tears.
“Matti, you say that I don’t deserve you, but I’ve never had anyone protect me the way you do.
You are an asshole, don’t get me wrong,” she laughs as I raise my eyebrows at her.
“And I hate a lot of the choices you made. But I understand now. I see why. And I don’t want to change anything about you. You’re perfect the way you are.”
I brush the back of my knuckles along her jawline, and she turns her head to kiss my fingertips. I’ve never had anyone see me the way she does, truly see me, all of me, and love me without blocking out the parts that she doesn’t like or trying to change me.
“I love you, Siena,” I say simply. “I’m in love with you.
I need to be near you constantly. If you’re not next to me, I need to be able to see you, hear you, get to you.
I have to know you’re okay at all times, and if you’re not, everything else stops until you are. You are everything to me. Everything.”
Her whole body is vibrating. “Matti,” she breathes.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m sorry for everything that happened to you on my watch. I’m sorry for every time you felt scared or sad or alone. I’m sorry for everything that happened to your family. If you let me, I will be your family. I will live my life making sure that you never feel that way again.”
She sucks in a breath that sounds like a gasp and snakes her arms around my neck, smashing her mouth into mine, pushing into me, gaining life from our kiss. She moans my name into my mouth over and over.
I kiss her back, kiss her almost desperately. Navigating my way down her neck, I mark her, devour her, make her mine.
She throws her head back, gripping my shoulders, exposing her cleavage to me, and I leave marks all over her delicate skin. Fuck, I can’t resist her. Yanking her tank top down to expose her breasts, I suck one of her hard nipples into my mouth, nipping her gently with my teeth, and she moans.
As she pulls my head up, my lips leave her breast with a loud smacking sound. Breathlessly, she kisses me, and I kiss her back, gripping her head with both hands, losing myself in her.
Softly, she moans against my mouth, “Fuck me, Matti. Please.”
Growling, I grip her ass, her legs wrapped tightly around me and stand, walking her across the room to the floor to ceiling windows looking out onto the giant sculptures hanging over the 40-floor drop to the lobby below.
She slides down my body and stands, and I turn her so that her back is to me and she’s facing the windows. Gasping, she looks down through the glass. All the way down. “Oh my God, Matti. Is this safe?”
I chuckle, pulling her back to my chest so I can run my hands over her stomach underneath her shirt, as we look out the window wall that runs the length of this side of the penthouse. “Yes, kitten, it’s safe. Nothing can get through these windows. Not even bullets.”
Gripping the hem of her shirt, I lift it over her head, grabbing the underwire of her bra along with it and allowing her heavy breasts to fall free. She shrieks, clasping her arms over her chest. “Matti, no! Anyone can see in!”
“Kitten, I would never let anyone see my wife naked, much less getting fucked. These are one-way mirrors. No one will see you. They are also soundproof, so no one will hear you when you are screaming my name. I promise.”
Tossing her shirt and bra on the floor, I take her hands and press her palms against the glass. Her arms are spread wide, my body pressed up against her from behind.
“Your… wife?” She says breathlessly, looking up at me over her shoulder.
I dig my fingertips into her skin, dragging them down her arms and cup her breasts. Rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, I squeeze steadily harder until she moans, closing her eyes. “No one else will ever get to see these gorgeous tits except our babies when you feed them.”
“Babies…” This time there is less question in her voice.
“Yes, babies, Siena. But not yet. I’m selfish. I want you all to myself for a very long time.”
I run my hands over her stomach and peel her leggings down with her panties. Squatting behind her, I tap her ankle, and she obediently steps out of them.
“No one but me will ever see you standing like this with your legs spread wide.” I run my fingers up her inner thighs slowly. “Your pussy wet.” I gently stroke one finger up her wet slit, and she moans, her knees buckling .
I maneuver around her spread legs so that I’m in front of her on my knees, facing her, my back to the window while she stands with her hands planted against the glass, looking down at me. “No one but me will ever get to taste you.”
I spread her pussy open with my fingers and flick the tip of my tongue back and forth over her clit gently, teasing her.
“Matti,” she whimpers, bending her knees, trying to grind against my finger.
Sucking her clit into my mouth, I gently sink my teeth in as I push one finger inside her.
“Oh my God,” she moans, her legs shaking, her hands squeaking down the glass.
I release her clit, and push a second finger inside her, looking up to see her eyes start to roll back in her head, her mouth hanging open. “I want you to ride my face, kitten.”
“I’ve never… I don’t…” she breathes, opening her eyes and looking down at me.
“I’ve got you.” I sit up on my knees and hold her in place as I lick her clit lightly, relentlessly. Her hips buck against me, and I press my other hand to her lower abdomen and move my fingers inside her, flicking against her G spot.
“Holy shiiii…” Her knees buckle, and she drops down onto my face. As I find a steady, persistent rhythm with my tongue and fingers, she grinds her pussy against my mouth, matching my movements, her jaw dropping open, breathing in short gasps.
I smack her ass and pull back. “All your weight on me, Siena. Do not hold yourself off me. Sit on my face right now.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” she breathes, watching me with wide eyes and swiveling her hips in tight circles on my fingers.
Scooping my arms around her thighs, she screams as I wrap her legs around my head and bury my face in her pussy, one hand on her ass. She holds onto the glass and grinds against me, moaning my name and watching me eat her voraciously, tongue fucking her cunt and digging my fingertips into her ass.
She stiffens, every muscle in her body tense, and she stops breathing as I keep fucking her with my tongue and fingers.
Then her whole body shakes as she screams out my name, slamming her hands against the glass.
Throwing her head back, she cums hard, a flood of wetness soaking my beard and running down my chin.
I hold her in place, keep my fingers inside her, keep fucking her until the tremors of her orgasm finally slow.
My wife.