Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Matteo
We travelled home in silence. Each one of us was too lost in our own thoughts and memories to make idle conversation.
Side by side, we rode up on the elevator. The backs of our hands brushed each other’s, but I didn’t reach for her, and she didn’t make a move, either.
“Matteo?” she whispered when the elevator door opened and we stepped into the apartment. It was dark. Only one solitary lamp was on next to the cream sectional. I headed in that direction and ignored her.
Not because I was angry at her, but because my memories of the heartbreak I had felt that night were warring with my suspicions of her.
Nothing I had found out so far had been incriminating, but there was an open pit in my stomach that told me that something was going on and that Sophia knew all about it.
Falling down onto the soft cushions, I sighed, leaning back and closing my eyes.
“Would you like me to leave you alone?” Sophia’s voice was barely a whisper and came from somewhere behind me. Not moving, I shook my head before realizing she couldn’t see.
“No,” I said instead. “No, I need you.” Frowning, I sat upright. Why did I say it like that? “I just mean…” The words died on my lips as she came to a stop in front of me. Her small, soft hand reached out to run through my hair.
“I don’t like seeing you like this, Matteo,” she whispered, and I pulled her between my thighs. Crushing my face into her stomach, I held her to me so tightly.
“It’s nothing. Just…” I left the rest unsaid because she knew what I was talking about. The past kept creeping up on us. It was a past I had thought I had dealt with and put behind me, but clearly I hadn’t, because it was all I could think about.
Correction, she was all I could think about. Suddenly, I was a know-it-all, twenty-something-year-old boy again, unsure of myself but full of bravado.
Things were different now. We were both adults, but when I looked at her, I saw the girl who had called after me to tell me she loved me. I couldn’t help it, even when I knew she was probably my enemy, I still loved her.
And that love was eating me up inside.
“Dance for me, Sophia,” I mumbled into the softness of her stomach.
“What?”
“Strip for me.” I didn’t say it as an order. I needed her to want to strip for me. Reaching around her body, I smoothed my hands up her slender thighs and up and over her hips. “Give me something that’s just for me.”
Hooking her fingers under my chin, she studied my face. A tiny frown was marring her face. I don’t know what she saw, but it must have been something, because she reached down and pressed her lips to my forehead and stepped away.
“Where are you going?” I called out after her.
“Music.” She smiled over her shoulder. “I’m going to need music to dance for you, aren’t I?”
Ten seconds later, the soft, mellow tones of Barry White filled the air, and she was back in front of me. I couldn’t help it. I chuckled.
“Barry white? Really, Sophia?”
Pausing, she flashed me a look. “Is it wrong? I’ve never done a striptease for anyone before.”
There she went again, showing me how innocent she was even after all of these years. Under that hard shell, she was still the same girl I had fallen foolishly in love with.
“No.” I shook my head, spreading my arms out along the back of the sofa, I watched her as she began to move. Slowly at first, just a small sway like how we had danced at the club, but with every minute that passed, she grew in confidence.
“Come closer,” I ordered with a crook of my fingers. She slipped between my parted thighs. Her beautiful dress rumpled around her waist and bared her even more beautiful breasts for my eyes to feast on.
Reaching up, I unclasped her bra and watched open-mouthed as the lace fell down her arms and to the floor.
“Stunning.” I leaned back again, watching her move, and loving how her breasts bounced.
“Jesus, you are just stunning.” Slowly, like I wanted to eat her up, I let my eyes travel over her body. Perfection.
“What are these?” I let my hand drop to her stomach, where thin, silvery white lines marred her skin. I had seen them before, I realized with a start. I just hadn’t really given them any notice because they were a part of her, and everything to do with her was always perfect.
I traced one with the tip of my finger over her hip. “Like little road maps of where I should kiss you.”
“They are…” She froze, her hands slamming down over her stomach, knocking my hand away. “They are nothing,” she said in a rush. “Don’t look at them. They are disgusting.”
I caught both of her wrists and pulled her hands away. “Nothing on you is disgusting, Sophia.”
This time, when I traced those lines, it was with my lips. I mapped each one to memory with my tongue.
“They are stretch marks.”
It was my turn to freeze. My eyes swivelled up to hers. “Stretch marks?” I repeated like a complete moron. “Don’t women get them…” I couldn’t say the words.
Women got their stripes when they were pregnant.
Her eyes widened. “God, no Matteo. I just ate my feelings for a long time.” Self-consciously, she twisted her lips. “I put on a lot of weight after my parents’ deaths.”
I let out a sigh of relief. “Well, I love them. I think they are the sexiest thing I have ever seen.”
Lips still on her stomach, I reached around her body, cupping her ass and drawing her onto my lap.
My lips drifted upward, encompassing every inch of her skin, before narrowing on her breasts.
There were those thin lines on them as well, but they didn’t take away from the beauty of her.
If anything, they enhanced it. Kneading her ass, I ground her against me and lapped at her nipples, drawing each pink point into my mouth, not hard. The time for hardness was over.
At least for now.
Throwing her head back, Sophia moaned, and without thinking about it, I reached around the back of her head and pulled the pins from her hair so it fell like a curtain down her back.
“That’s better.” Tearing my mouth from her glistening nipples, I stared at her, just for a second, just so I could memorize how she looked right at that second.
So carefree and beautiful in my arms.
And at that moment, she was mine.
For one moment, our eyes met, and then our lips crashed back together. My hands closed around her breasts and squeezed. Hers went to my zipper. Her fingers delved inside, closing around the base of my cock, and it was my turn to moan.
Only my groan sounded like a prayer that just happened to be her name.
Freeing me, she lifted herself. Sliding the thick, already leaking head of my cock to her wet opening. She moved slowly, sliding down inch by torturous inch.
Groaning, I fought the urge to slam up into her and instead brought my lips to the hollow of her throat. I sipped at it, tasting the sweet, but bitter taste of her perfume and under it, her skin. And it was her skin that I couldn’t get enough of.
The smell of it, the taste of it. Hell, the feel of it. I would never get enough of it.
I kissed and licked and sucked at that perfect skin as she slid slowly down the length of my cock.
“Oh,” she mumbled. It wasn’t even a word, but it sounded like a plea as she finally seated herself fully on me.
Quickly, I scanned her face. She looked bewildered, lost in pleasure, and I realized why.
We had never done it like this before.
“Take what you need.” It might take all of my self-control not to grab her, flip her down, and plough into her tight pussy, but I wanted it like this as much as she did.
We both needed it.
“Use me, Sophia,” I prompted when she didn’t move.
“You’re so big,” she murmured the words all men needed to hear. Well, most men anyway. I didn’t need her to stroke my ego. I needed her to use her tight pussy to stroke up and down my shaft.
“Take your time.” My hand slid up and down her back. “Relax and let your body get used to the feel of me.”
The words had barely left my mouth before she started moving. Slowly at first, tiny little rolls of her hips that made me want to scream with frustration.
“That’s it, baby.” My hands closed around her hips. “Take it how you need it.”
She did. Slowly at first, and then harder and faster as her body got used to me and her confidence grew, and the entire time, I didn’t take my eyes away from her face. I didn’t even want to blink because it was like watching magic happen.
Her face showed everything. Every time a moan ripped its way out of her throat, her eyelashes fluttered, and her lips became pouty.
“I need…” She was panting now, little bursts of breath that sounded shaky. Her movements became jerkier.
She was losing control, her release close, and I couldn’t wait to see how her face looked when she did.
“Then fuck me, Sophia.” Grabbing her hands, I pressed them to my chest. “Fuck me harder and take what you need. I am yours.”
Her nails dug into my chest as she lifted herself almost fully off, only to spear herself over and over again, and this time, I couldn’t help but piston my hips up to meet her.
Our bodies came together wetly, and it was the hottest sound I had ever heard.
Thrashing, her thigh muscles trembling, Sophia moaned my name like a prayer, and her walls tightened around me. There was nowhere to go, nothing but her and those violent flutters as her pussy gripped me like a vice and her voice called out to me like I was her god.
And I’d been wrong because it wasn’t the sound of our bodies coming together that was the hottest thing I’d ever heard. It was the sound of her screaming my name as she came that was.
That was a sound I would never get sick of.
I jerked upward, the force of her orgasm pushing me over the edge. There was no time for anything, no time to pull out, and spill my seed over her stomach.
I groaned, hooking my arm around her waist. I pulled her in close and crashed my lips back to hers. My tongue invaded her mouth to tangle with hers as I painted her insides with my release.
We came together, breathing heavily, sweat dripping into our eyes, and our mouths glued to each other, until we fell boneless onto the sofa in a tangle of arms and legs.
“This is how it was always meant to be between us, Sophia. Just like this.” I sighed happily. “Every night should end like this. With you in my arms and my cum dripping out of you. Every night should end this perfectly.”