Chapter 40 #2
Biting my lip, I look down at the bulge in his pants and decide that through his jeans, it’s not any more intimidating than rubbing myself on his thigh would be. After all, he’s hard because he desires me. Because kissing me and hearing that I want him to bring me pleasure has turned him on.
I may not know much about intimacy, but I know that much. I didn’t have the urge to look into sex or become curious about it after what happened. But I was fifteen before I was broken, so I knew some of the basics at least.
Fumbling forward, I move my knees up to position myself above his pelvic area. He watches me with desire in his eyes, wrapping a hand around the back of my neck. I take his cue to press forward and my eyes flutter shut, feeling the soft touch of his lips.
“Sit, baby,” he whispers into our kiss. Using his free hand to hold my hip and push me down.
Feeling dizzy with desire, I allow my knees to sink farther apart and fall slowly on top of him. His stiff, jean-covered length meets my soft center and I breathe out shakily.
I’m so sensitive between my legs, and the fact that there’s only a couple layers of clothing standing between me and Matteo is enough to make me squirm. My hips wiggle to adjust the angle of where his member sits and he groans against my mouth.
I don’t have to see beneath his jeans to know that he’s long and thick. The stiff erection underneath me is so big that I can fully rotate my hips without moving off it.
I wonder what he would feel like in my hands, with the clothes in my way or not. I bet he’s as warm and soft as I feel. My leggings have become undeniably damp in the center and I know it’s a sign of desire.
My body is beginning to want him as much as my mind does. Fear is being outweighed by lust, and desire seems to lick up my spine like a hot flash of light.
“Fuck, baby,” Matteo moans, breaking our kiss and dropping his other hand to my hip. “Can I move you? Let me show you how to make it feel even better.”
All it takes is a trembling nod for Matteo to start guiding me by my hips. He pulls me down even closer as he moves me forward in a rocking motion, and suddenly I’m on fire.
“Ooooh, oh wow,” I breathe out, my head falling back and my mouth drops open. “It feels so good.”
“There it is, my lovely meraviglia,” he encourages. “There’s the sweet spot. Keep moving just like that. It’ll keep feeling better and better.”
He moves me again, grinding my sensitive center along the length of his solid bulge. His jeans are so rough and add just the right amount of texture against my leggings.
“Does it feel good for you?” I ask through a whimper, growing bolder in how fast and hard I grind down into him.
“You have no fucking idea,” Matteo groans, jaw flexing. “I can feel how hot and wet you are through my jeans, baby. Do you realize how sexy that is?”
I shudder at his description, chills rushing up and down my arms as my core clenches. I can’t imagine he feels even better than I do, but his nose flaring and his hands tightening around my hips makes me think that he might be close to the same level.
“I…you’re so attractive.”
He smirks, tugging me forward roughly. “Oh yeah? You think so?”
“You’re so handsome and your body—”
“I knew you were ogling my abs at the beach.” Matteo grins. “Want to see them again? Lift my shirt, pretty girl.”
He isn’t teasing me, he’s thrilled to hear that I like his face and body.
Somehow shy but too amped up on pleasure to turn down his offer, my fingers find the hem of his T-shirt and latch on. When I lift the fabric away, my teeth sink into my lip. The ripples of muscle are enough to make me clench again, warmth slowly consuming all of my body parts.
“Touch them,” he instructs, continuing to help me dry hump him.
My hands greedily obey and splay out over his hot, toned stomach. His skin is so soft but solid, and I explore the edges and bumps with my fingertips and my palms. I could keep my hands on him all day.
“Mmm,” he moans softly. “Are you wearing a bra?”
Suddenly I wish I wasn’t.
“Yes?”
Matteo nods and licks his lips. “I want to put my mouth on you, over your clothes. Your nipples will feel good, even through the double layer of fabric. Tell me no if you don’t want me to.”
Instead of saying no, I lift my hands off his abs and use them to push my hair behind my shoulders, leaving no obstacle between him and my small but perky breasts. He moves one of his arms to put his hand behind my back and leans in closer, opening his mouth.
He closes his lips firmly over my right breast, sending a shocking new sensation all the way down to the heat between my legs. And when he sucks in, rocking his hips in tandem, my world lights up like a flash bang.
I cry out, the noise coming out of me far too loud and far too fast. Matteo catches my lips in his to muffle it, and lifts his hips up into mine, trying to drag out the delicious climax he’s brought me to.
I don’t know how long it lasts because time seems to stretch on, floating around us as waves of euphoria crash and subside inside me. When our kiss ends, so does the motion of our hips.
“So that’s what that feels like,” I say, feeling so relaxed that I think I could fall asleep.
“Mmm,” he agrees in a wordless moan.
“Was it…did you…?”
“Oh yeah, I did,” he says in a chuckle. “It’s a good thing I keep spare clothes in my car, meraviglia. Now I just have to be able to get to my car without running into your dad. We shouldn’t tempt him to cut the tattoo from my skin just yet. It’s still healing.”
“I’ll distract him for you,” I offer, suppressing a satisfied yawn as I roll off him to lay by his side. “In five minutes. I don’t want to get up yet. My limbs feel like noodles.”
“Take as much time as you need.”
“Thank you, Matteo,” I tell him, voice becoming more serious. “Don’t tell me I don’t need to thank you. I want to. That wasn’t scary at all, and I’m so happy that you’re in my life.”
He smiles softly. “I’m happy that you’re in my life too, Anya.”
With the way he looks at me, I don’t think it will be long before I’m ready to try more with this man.