Chapter 24 #2
Driving the back of my head deeper into my pillows, I tear my lips from his and pant, “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“I do, baby.” He grins, licking his lips as he looks down at me. “Let me show you?”
My face is burning hot as I nod, not wanting to stop what he’s started.
When we come back together, he lets go of my face and reaches for my hips instead, continuing to lean over me, my bed dipping under his weight.
Normally, I would be worrying about needing to wash my bedding because he’s sitting on it in his outside clothes, but right now, I can’t think about anything other than how his tongue is starting to tease mine.
Time seems to stop as we share desperate, passion-filled kisses. The slow and deep way he ravishes my mouth makes my stomach flip with flutters. His hands stay on my waist, but his thumbs have started to rub little circles under the hem of my shirt, toying with my bare skin.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt more warm or more alive.
“T-touch me,” I request, no, beg, against his lips.
I don’t recognize my voice.
Who is this bold, sensual woman who’s taken over my body?
“Yeah?” he asks almost breathlessly, like he can’t believe it. “You want my hands on you, meraviglia?”
“I’ve never wanted anything more,” I promise, lifting my hand up to caress his cheek with my thumb. “Please, I want you. I’m not scared.”
And I’m not. There isn’t a hint of worry or fear in me. Only the most all-consuming desire and heat filling me from head to toe. From the look in his gaze as he peers down at me, I know he can’t deny me now. He feels it too.
His hands moving makes my breath catch, gooseflesh pebbling my skin as he drags his fingers down my stomach.
So slowly that I think I might faint from anticipation, he reaches beneath the band of my sleep shorts.
His fingers glide down my smooth center, going lower until he meets sensitive wet skin.
“Fuuuuck, baby. You’re soaked. Is this all for me?”
A sharp whimper vibrates in my throat as my eyes flutter shut and my head bobs in a silent yes. I’ve never felt like this in my life, and I’m not surprised that it’s Matteo of all people driving me into this madness.
He finds the most sensitive part of me in seconds, the rough pads of his fingertips brushing against my clit with ease.
My breath whooshes from my lungs as an intense wave of pleasure hits me square in the lowest bit of my core.
I feel like lightning is shattering through my veins and I’m in flames.
“These tiny little shorts of yours are ruined, Anya,” he tells me, moving his hand away from my pussy to grab the silk fabric between my legs. He leans down to plant a swift kiss to my lips before asking lowly, “Should I get rid of them for you, hmm?”
“Please,” I moan, lifting my hips up so he can easily slide the shorts down. “Matteo, hurry, I need more.”
He doesn’t need to be asked twice, quickly shedding the fabric from my body in one sudden tug. “What do you need more of, meraviglia? Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
I breathe out, feeling warmth and need-fueled delirium taking over. “I want your hands.”
“Here?” he asks, his thumb returning to my clit, caressing it so softly that I shiver.
My head shakes and I whine. “More. Inside me, too.”
“Damn, baby,” he groans, circling his thumb. “Yeah, I can do that for you. You want me to fill you up while I play with this needy little clit, yeah?”
His thick fingers tease downward, slowly moving and gathering slick arousal on the way. Using his middle finger, he slowly circles around my opening before thrusting forward. I can feel myself clench around the digit and he groans, seemingly enjoying the physical reaction.
“Shit, Anya,” he hisses, peppering kisses down my still-covered chest. “You have no idea how good you feel.”
I moan helplessly, hearing his easily offered praise. The sounds only pour out of me faster and more urgently as he pumps his finger in and out of me. Pleasure builds, and tension bubbles up in a way I’ve never experienced.
“Oh, God,” I rasp. “Please don’t stop. Matteo!”
“I’m not stopping, beautiful girl,” he purrs, thumb rubbing my clit as he continues to finger me. “Do you want another, baby? I bet you can take it.”
“Y-yes, I think—”
“Spread your legs.”
My body reacts instantly, widening my thighs for him. He takes the space offered and climbs in, sitting on his knees to have better access to me.
“It’s a good thing my ballerina is flexible, hmm? It means I can fit right here between these pretty legs without making you sore.”
Oh…oh.
His words feel almost as good as his hands.
As he presses forward, I feel the large, hard imprint in his pants brush against my inner thigh.
I don’t have time to wonder if the sensation will be triggering as he pushes a second finger into my dripping wet heat.
I think I’m so lost in pleasure that he could do anything to me and I wouldn’t freak out.
Wiggling and moaning, I wonder if he’ll take me gently the first time, or if he’ll become too overwhelmed and lose his control like I seem to be doing.
“Shhh, there you go, meraviglia,” he says, hitting my clit with his palm as his fingers bottom out inside of me. “Breathe through it, but not too loudly. We don’t want anyone to hear us, do we? I’ll have to stop if they do.”
My head shakes in a panicked no, and I suck back a shaky breath. Just as I’m composing myself, his fingers curl up hard, his fingertips pressing against the ceiling of my sensitive pussy. It’s almost too much.
“Matteo,” I gasp, hips bucking up. “That’s not f-fair.”
“Mmm,” he hums. “You’re so close, Anya. I can feel it. Say my name for me again and I’ll get you there. Come on, I want to hear it. It sounds so fucking sweet on your lips.”
“Matteo,” I breathe, hands clutching the blanket beneath me. He rewards me by thrusting his fingers faster and deeper, forcing me to bite my lip and smother louder moans. “Matteo—”
“That’s my girl,” he groans quietly, voice low and deep. “You like this? You like fucking my hand, baby? Can you imagine how much better my dick will feel? There’s no way you’d be able to keep this pretty little mouth shut while I have you stuffed full.”
“I want that,” I confess through a whimper. I should be scared of the prospect, but no fear comes.
“One day,” he says, his jaw flexing hard. “Come for me, Anya. Show me what you’ll do to my cock when I finally earn the right to put it in you.”
His command comes with an earnest effort to make me turn into a puddle before him, leaving no room to deny his order.
The wet sounds of my pussy being played with fill the room, along with a stream of moans and whines that cannot be held back.
It doesn’t take long before his skill and determination send me tumbling toward the edge.
My legs try to slam shut but get caught around his hips as my pussy constricts hard, pulsing around his fingers.
My thighs tremble and moisture seems to gush around his hand as he fucks me through my peak.
I almost spasm through my final moans, breathing hard and broken as I’m thrown into reality-shattering pleasure.
When it all finally ends, Matteo pulls his fingers out of me and I slump deeper into the bed, panting as I try to catch my breath. Eyes widening, I watch as he slips his drenched pointer and middle finger into his mouth, sucking them so tightly that his cheeks hollow.
“Oh my God,” I gasp as his eyes go darker and heated at my taste on his tongue.
“Scandalized, baby?” he asks, rolling from between my legs to lay on the bed next to me. “Don’t be. Next time I’m going to get my taste straight from the source.”
I can’t even think about the prospect without squeezing my thighs together. “That was so…” I trail off to take in a raged breath. “Is it meant to be so amazing?”
“With me it is, baby. With us, it is.”
“Oh,” I breathe out. “That’s nice.”
When he goes to kiss me again, I’m suddenly jolted into a new reality. I’m buried under my blankets, the room darker than before, and no Matteo in sight. A dream, I quickly realize.
Of course it was a dream.
Sadness quickly washes away any of the remaining floaty lust from my imagination. I should have known as soon as I wasn’t scared to go so far with him that it wasn’t real. I might faint if Matteo kissed me, let alone touched me and talked about having sex with me.
No matter how much I might want…I can’t want it.
I don’t know how it could be possible.
Just the idea of him seeing my scars is enough to make my stomach hurt. I’m not ready for this, even if my dreams want to taunt me with what I cannot have. Because I can’t have it.
Can I?
One thing is for sure, I’m falling for Matteo Moretti. And if I ever want what just happened in my sleep to become a reality, I have a lot of work to do.