Chapter 44 #2
His skin is so hot and soft, but dense in my hand.
His swollen erection is almost too big for my fingertips to touch my thumb, barely surrounding him fully.
He’s long too, probably so long that both of my hands couldn’t contain him.
It should be frightening, but nothing about Matteo scares me.
Not even this. I need to know what every inch will feel like stuffed inside me.
My hand flexes around his shaft, testing the level of strength I should use while handling him. The tighter I squeeze, the more he reacts. His hips rock forward and he moans, silently cursing.
“Much more of that and I’m going to come way too fast, baby,” he confesses, backing up and taking his cock from me. With good reason at least, because he stands up to kick off his bottoms.
“I don’t mind if you come fast,” I tell him honestly. “I think I’m going to come as soon as you get inside me.”
“Anya, baby,” he groans. Coming back between my legs, he runs his hands up my thighs and brushes his fingers over my pussy lips. “Fuck, you weren’t kidding, meraviglia. You’re so wet for me.”
“Because I’m ready,” I insist, fingers dancing from the top of my breasts down to my belly. He watches my every move with heated eyes. “I need you to fuck me, Matteo. I might explode if you don’t.”
“Oh, fucking hell,” Matteo groans, tipping his head back to blow a breath toward the ceiling. “I have to get you ready. You’re so wet, but it’ll be easy for you to take me if you’ve been stretched out on my fingers first.”
“No,” I protest, squirming and pushing his hand away. “Please, I can’t wait anymore. I feel like I’m on fire and the only thing that’s going to cool me off is getting you inside me.”
“Meraviglia, it will go in easier if you let me finger you first,” Matteo tries to reason. I can hear the pleading in his tone, the desperation to make me as comfortable as possible before we go all in.
He’s trying to be sweet, to care for me with slow preparation, but I don’t want that. I want to be ravaged, to be loved so passionately that there’s no room for slowing down. If anything, I need him to go faster.
“I know it might hurt a little,” I assure him, voice even and honest. “I want to feel the stretch and I want it now. You’re so hard, Matteo. I’m dying to know what you’ll feel like buried so deep. Please.”
The sound of me begging is what finally pushes him to the edge.
Matteo grabs one of his pillows and lifts me up by my thighs to tuck it under my butt.
I realize quickly that he needs it to raise me up at the right angle.
It feels a little odd, but I don’t care at all as he grabs my hip with one hand and holds the base of his dick with the other.
He makes my breath catch as he drags his tip through my arousal before notching himself at my entrance.
“Remember you can tell me to stop at any time,” he vows, his fingers flexing around my hip to make sure he has my attention. “I’m going to push in kind of fast so that any discomfort isn’t drawn out, okay?”
My chin dips down eagerly. “Yes, yes, please. I can take it.”
Matteo’s hips snap forward, and he groans loudly.
His deep rumble of pleasure mixes with a choked cry escaping my lips.
He’s inside me, and I swear it’s like I can feel pressure filling my throat.
I feel him all over. My walls are so snug around his dick that I think it should hurt more than it does.
My lust and adrenaline seem to be overpowering most of the sting that being stretched so fully should cause, and I can’t complain.
The bit of discomfort is manageable, and the connection between us feels so overwhelming and incredible.
In a swift move, Matteo pulls out a little bit, only to bury himself to the hilt all over again, his pelvis meeting with mine.
“Fuuuck,” Matteo groans, breathing hard. His chest expands and he shakes his head, trying to keep his composure. “Look at you, baby. You’re taking it so well. I swear you were handcrafted by God or something even more powerful. Made just for me.”
“Just for you,” I agree blissfully.
His hand abandons my hip and travels down between my legs. The first caress of his fingers on my clit makes my back arch hard. He draws small circles around the bundle of nerves and starts to thrust shallowly.
“Ohhhh,” I moan, wiggling my butt down to meet his pace. “More, yesss, ooohhh, please—” I choke on the last word, his talented fingers using more pressure to toy with my clit causing a moan to rip right out of my throat.
“More, baby?” he asks, rocking back faster to thrust forward harder than before. “Like that?”
“Yes.”
“Touch your tits, Anya,” he practically growls. “Hold them while I fuck you so you can feel how they fucking bounce for me.”
My hands cup my breasts just in time for him to start pounding into me. Mouth dropping open, my eyes slam shut as fire crackles through my veins. “Mmmm,” I moan, beginning to lose the ability to form coherent thoughts.
“Yeah? That’s how you like it, baby?” he drawls, continuing to fuck me fast and hard. Moaning is the only way I can respond and he seems to love it, groaning right along with me. “You’re doing so fucking well, Anya. You feel incredible and you’re so fucking pretty while you take it for me.”
The praising words make my whole body flush.
“So. Fucking. Pretty,” he repeats, punctuating each word with a thrust.
“Ahhhh,” I hiss, feeling myself get closer and closer to that familiar edge.
Hiking one of my legs up on his hip, Matteo spreads me open wider so he can make more room for his thick muscular thighs.
“Matteo, I’m c-close.”
“Fuck yes, you are,” he agrees, driving his hips forward. “You’re going to come on my dick for me, aren’t you? Going to give me every delicious fucking drop, yeah?”
Two more circles around my clit and it’s like everything blurs around us, including time.
My legs try to squeeze shut, tightening around his body and effectively pulling him even closer to me.
His thrusts can’t pull back as much with me clinging to him, but he continues to fuck me with the mobility that he has anyway.
“I have to,” I whimper. “I need—”
“Let go,” he encourages. “I’m right behind you, baby.”
I cry out, my fingers digging into the soft skin of my tits. “Oooohhh.”
“That’s my girl,” he growls, using his thumb to press down on my clit. “Give it to me.”
My throat cracks with a scream as it all becomes too much. Matteo captures my lips with his, smothering the sound from its source. I try my best to kiss him back, but all I can focus on is how my pussy pulses around Matteo’s cock, squeezing him so hard that he tenses and loses himself as well.
“Take it, meraviglia. Yes, that’s it, fuck!” He completely bottoms out in me, shortening his movements as his dick swells up and throbs before he spills.
As soon as our shared pleasure subsides, he rolls off me and collapses, exhaling tiredly. I echo the sentiment with a sigh of my own. Neither of us moves for several minutes, not caring to get up and get clean. We just lie side by side, existing.
“Can we do that again tomorrow?” I eventually ask.
“Fuck, Anya,” Matteo chokes out, laughing. “We could do that again tonight if you wanted. My body is yours, baby. Use it wisely.”
“Maybe I will.”