26. Matteo
TWENTY-SIX
Matteo
“Matteo, do you remember what you promised me on our first anniversary?” Emma's voice is teasing, her eyes sparkling with mischief and memory.
“How could I forget?” I reply, my heart swelling with affection for this incredible woman who has become my entire world. “I promised you that I would always be here to remind you of how strong and brave you are. If you thought you weren’t good enough for the counseling course, I’d remind you that you are good enough to get through it.”
“What if the reminder needs to be a bit firmer than usual?” She laughs, the sound bright and freeing.
“Then as your husband, I must fulfill my role.”
“Well, I think I might need a little firm reminder tonight,” she says, turning to present herself to me, the fabric of her dress hugging her curves enticingly. She looks over her shoulder, her expression one of absolute trust and love. “I've been a bit naughty today, haven't I? Not wearing any panties on the ride home. What must you think of me?”
I step closer, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her back against my chest. “Appalled,” I murmur into her ear, my free hand tracing the line of her jaw gently. “Leaving those dirty notes back here where anyone could have found them. What if someone had seen?”
“But you liked finding them, didn't you?” She tilts her head to give me better access to her neck, where I place soft kisses.
“Immensely,” I confess, my hand sliding from her waist to lift the hem of her dress slowly. “But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be held accountable for your mischiefs.”
With a fluid motion, I guide her down across my lap on the bed. The position is familiar, one that we’ve embraced often in our playful exchanges. I position her comfortably, ensuring she feels secure and cherished even in her vulnerability.
“Are you ready, love?” I ask, my tone both commanding and caring, the balance we’ve perfected over our years together.
“Yes, Matteo. I trust you,” she responds earnestly, her voice laced with anticipation.
My hand rests on her back, feeling the rise and fall of her breathing before I raise her dress and bring my hand down in a spank that echoes loudly. She gasps, out of pain but also surprise at the sensation.
“Still as slutty as when I met you,” I say, delivering another careful spank, calibrated to communicate my point without causing too much pain. “Still as breathtakingly beautiful.”
With each firm spank, her body visibly relaxes as a sign of her complete trust in me. The sound of our shared laughter echoes through the room, blending seamlessly with the rhythmic clapping of my palm against her skin.
She tilts her head back, a soft sigh escaping her lips as the tension drains from her body. I continue the spanking, each strike met with a gasp or a moan of pleasure.
The familiar sting on her skin causes her to quiver, her arousal palpable as our intimacy deepens. My hand slides across her tender flesh, tracing the pattern of my spanking, leaving an imprint of our shared desire.
I can no longer resist the pull of her body, the need for more. I lower myself between her legs, my tongue darting out to taste the saltiness of her arousal. She moans in response, her body arching into mine as I lick and tease her sensitive flesh.
With each thrust of my tongue, she becomes more sensitive, her moans growing louder. I slip a finger inside of her, feeling the warmth and wetness that surrounds me. She gasps, her body bucking against my hand. I slide another finger in, filling her completely.
Her climax builds, her breathing becoming ragged as she approaches the peak. I increase my pace, my tongue darting faster and harder between her folds. The room fills with the sound of our passionate lovemaking, mingling with her cries of ecstasy.
As her climax draws near, she lets out a cry, her body shaking with the intensity of her pleasure. I can feel the tremors from her orgasm radiating through me, igniting a fire within my own core. With a final thrust of my fingers and a powerful lick, she erupts, her body convulsing beneath me in an uncontrollable release.
Even as she’s recovering, I spank her again, my cock rock hard and aching to be inside her. Not yet, I think. It’s too good to rush.