Chapter 29
CHAPTER 29
M atteo
“Are you freaking serious? The hobby box was your mother’s attempt to get us together outside of the condo so I would fall for you?” We’re on our way to the cooking class we got in the hobby box.
“Yep. I didn’t know about the hobby box before it showed up. When I asked about hobbies, it was to figure out what presents to get you. She decided we needed a reason to get out of the whole boss, employee thing. If we were in a class or dancing, it would remove the barrier. You could see us as something outside of that, and hopefully, you would fall in love with me.”
She’s quiet for so long it worries me. Suddenly, her laughter fills the car. “Your entire family is Machiavellian. Too bad for you, I scheduled the first dance class for Frida so we can get some lessons in before our wedding. I’ve never danced anywhere but alone at home with music blaring when I cleaned or something.”
It's my turn to laugh. “Bad? Not in the least. I’m looking forward to it. My only concern is keeping my cock down in public with you in my arms.”
“Matteo,” she giggles. “You’re so dirty.”
I shake my head. “We need to go inside now. Before I embarrass us in public.”
The witch laughs all the way inside.
I’m surprised by how much fun it is. The lesson involves making pasta, marina sauce, and tiramisu. Focusing on the pasta, I have my back to Amy when she lets out a cry of pain.
Christ, my heart is pounding so hard I can barely hear Amy explaining to the chef she forgot to use the potholder for the covered lid. I grasp her wrist and drag her to the sink, turning on the cold water. I’m examining the bright red line across her small palm.
“It’s not bad. No skin has broken. It’s a typical first-degree burn. There might be a blister.” I diagnose.
“Matteo, I’m fine. Please don’t fuss.”
I’m trying to keep a rein on the anger boiling through me at seeing her small hand red from the burn. She’s going to be fine, but the idea of her in pain is seriously fucking with my head. “We’re done. I don’t want you in the kitchen anymore. You could make the burn worse?—”
“No, please. I’m hungry. We were having fun. Matteo, please, can we stay?” Those chocolate eyes are wide and pleading.
Fuck. I can’t deny her a damn thing. “You have two choices. You sit and watch, or we leave.”
Her pretty little mouth opens to argue with me before she sees I’m not having it. Sighing, she gives in. “I’ll sit and watch, doctor.”
Amy
I’m a bad person. Matteo treating me like I’m so fragile I’m going to break any second all day isn’t something I should love as much as I do. Especially when the burn really isn’t that bad. It barely hurts enough for me to use the lidocaine he put on it the minute we got home.
The only thing I’m allowed to do is hold Layla. I should not enjoy this when he looks so tortured. No matter how often I tell him it doesn’t hurt, he refuses to hear it.
I’m yawning, ready for bed, when his cell phone rings. Since it’s almost ten thirty, we both jump. “Who is it?”
Checking the display, he frowns. “It’s Santos. If he forgot the time difference from Dallas to LA again, I’m kicking his ass.” He answers. “Hello?”
Since I’m in his lap while we watch television, I can hear everything when he mutes the sound.
“Hey, Matteo. I’m sorry for calling late. But I don’t know what to fucking do here. You busy?” The distress is clear in the man’s voice.
An eyebrow goes up at me in question. I nod and get off his lap. “Yeah, sure. Give me a minute to get into my office.”
Giving me a kiss on my cheek, “I’ll be right back.”
“Don’t rush for me,” I assure him.
Almost thirty minutes later after yawning so often it’s causing tears to run down my face, I’m done waiting up. Since I prefer to take my shower at night, I figure it won’t hurt to start getting ready for bed.
I’m glad I do since I have time to take a shower and braid my hair before I hear the bedroom door open. I left the door to the bathroom open in case he wanted to join me, as he often has.
“Amy?” Uh oh, he’s not happy.
Walking out of the bathroom, I find I’m right. His frown is deep, and his eyes are almost a dark brown.
“Is Santos okay?”
“Santos is fine. What the hell? I told you I would help you tonight. Why didn’t you wait for me?” I blink, and he’s in front of me. My wrist is gently held fast in his hand as he studies my burn.
“Matteo, I told you. I’m fine. I did have to put the lidocaine on after I got in the shower. The water was a little too hot. But it’s fine. You were busy with Santos. I was really tired and wanted to go to bed.” The yawn is completely unplanned, forcing my jaw open so wide it aches.
Sighing, he cups my chin, running his thumb over my lips. “I’m sorry, mi amor . Let’s get you into bed.”
He catches the end of the belt around my waist from the robe and pulls it away. Gold flashes when he finds me naked. I can’t be this close to him without getting turned on. A moan escapes me as I sway.
His breath catches, but he steps away from me. “Sleep, you need sleep.”
I lift my hand, intent on touching him, only for him to take another step back. “Matteo?”
“You’re tired. I’m going to get ready for bed myself.” Before I can argue with him, he disappears into the walk-in closet.
For two seconds I’m annoyed he rebuffed me. Matteo has never told me no—for anything. Until I bend down to pick up my robe from the floor and I guess the lidocaine has worn off because my burn stings as the soft cotton finds it. Ouch, that’s why he’s turning me down.
This is stupid. It hurts a little, but not enough for him not to make love to me. All the arguments I could make bubble up only to die since they aren’t anything I haven’t already said. Mind jumbled, I reach for my lotion to put on, and the cool plastic feels good against my burn. It hits me.
When he walks out of the closet wearing only his robe for him to go take his own shower, I hold out my lotion to him. “Please, can you help me?”
“Of course.” His eyes are running over me with concern.
I shrug. “The lidocaine wore off, I guess.”
“I’ll grab it, be right back.” Once he’s applied more lidocaine, he runs his eyes over me. “And some pajamas.”
“I don’t want to wear any.” Shaking my head, I turn my back to him. “Please, can you put the lotion on? My skin is a little itchy.”
“Um, yes. Sorry.”
I’m biting my lip not to laugh. I’ve never heard him so flustered. This is totally going to work.
It’s so quiet in the room I hear every move he makes, from squeezing out the lotion to applying it to his hands. His large hands come down on my shoulders.
The scent of the lotion, a mix of roses and jasmine, floats up to me as he slowly massages my shoulders. Those hands are gentle and tender as they slide over my skin. The doctor is back. There is nothing sexual in his touch. Focused and intent, they don’t miss a single inch. I’m holding my breath when his fingertips graze over the top of my ass, only for him to stop.
I swallow an outraged cry when I hear him pick up the bottle of lotion again. Right. Lotion. He’s supposed to be applying lotion. In an attempt to get it together, I focus on the carpet beneath my feet.
From the top of one shoulder, those large hands roam down my arm to my hand. He’s gentle as he works the lotion in between my fingers. His thumb runs over my engagement ring with a small smile.
Done, he has the lotion again and begins on my other arm. It’s the right one. He's even more gentle once he gets to my hand before pressing a tender kiss to my burn. If I hadn’t loved him before tonight, this is the moment when it would have happened.
In a move far more graceful than anything I could hope to accomplish, he’s down on his knees. I open my mouth to ask him what he’s doing. Only there’s no need to ask because a lotion-covered hand is running along my hip down to the top of my thighs—once again grazing the skin of my ass without touching it the way I’m dying for him too.
Down one leg, he’s going too fast, or is it not fast enough? All I know is he’s picking up my foot to sweep his hand along the sole. His large hand encompasses my entire foot as he works the lotion in between my toes. My hand goes down on his shoulder to steady myself.
His head comes up. “Are you all right?”
I nod, my throat too tight to say a word.
Now to the other side. Am I wrong, or does he slow as his fingers come within an inch of my clearly wet core? Before my brain can process it, though, he’s already picking up my foot to apply lotion to it.
How the hell does he move so fluidly for a man as big as he is? He has the bottle of lotion again as he stands. I want to shout in delight at the way gold flashes as he stares down at my tight nipples.
One step forward brings him so close that the hair on his chest brushes against my aching nipples. I can’t breathe until those large hands come down in the middle of each ass cheek and squeeze gently.
“You’re a witch.” He mutters as his mouth takes mine. His kiss is rough and greedy, making the world spin around us.
“I put a spell on you?” I tease him.
“An unbreakable spell to bring me to my knees for your every wish.”
“My only wish is for you to never stop loving me the way I love you.”
His forehead falls to mine. “You have it, my love. You are the air I breathe.”
“Show me.” I plead.
Sighing, his hands become rougher as they squeeze my ass—shaping the flesh before a middle finger slides down and presses into me. I shiver at the intent behind it. One eyebrow goes up in question.
Over the past few weeks, he’s gone from using his middle finger to three fingers. Last night he fucked me with them while he made me sit on his face. I came so hard that the world almost went black. If I had been able to speak I would have begged him to use his cock on me then.
"I'm not going to last long enough to give you the pleasure you deserve."
I’m on my knees for him before he finishes the sentence. I lick at the slit already dripping with precome. Delicious. He hasn’t allowed me to do more than clean his cock because he wanted to save his come for trying to knock me up—every time he said it, it turned me on so much I couldn’t argue with him.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful on your knees with my cock in your mouth. I love how greedy you are for it.” He grits out, his jaw tight.
“I love the taste of you. Every inch of you is yummy.” I moan as I suck deep on the lone three inches of his cock I can take easily.
I’m using my left hand, annoyed my hand won’t go all the way around. I attempt to use my right hand. Before it gets within two inches of him, his hand has my wrist in a tight grip.
“No, baby.” Gently, his thumb runs over my burn. “Never mind, we’ll just go really slow.”
Shaking my head, I lick at the soft sac of him. “I want all of you. I’ve fantasized about being on my knees for you since the day in your office. Please fuck my mouth the way I wanted you to do that day.”
He inhales deep and sends both hands into my hair. “I’m not sure what the hell I did to deserve you. I envisioned the same thing. But I was already worried about how roughly I fucked you and was too afraid I would scare you away completely.”
Carefully, I suck the small sac into my mouth and tease him with my tongue. “I loved it so much I think of it almost every day. I’m grateful for all the ways you make love to me. It thrills the hell out of me when you lose control. How it’s me that turns you from a calm, sweet man to a greedy, hungry savage.”
“It’s only you. No woman has ever had this effect on me. I don’t recognize the man you turned me into at times.” His admission sends those bees into my fingertips and all the way to my toes.
“I recognize the savage as the man who frees me from all the fears I’m not sexy or beautiful enough for someone to want me for me.”
Holding me still, his cock is in my mouth. I’m wet at the growl that comes from low in his chest. At first, he’s slow, almost gentle. I open my mouth wide and love the way he picks up speed. He tips my head back and sends his cock deeper until it hits the back of my throat.
Oh my god, a wet rush of heat floods my core at what it does to me. “Your mouth is so pretty wrapped around my cock. I smell how wet you are. I love it. My sweet, dirty girl drenched over me fucking your mouth—your pussy dripping down your inner thigh. All that sweet juice is going to waste. Damn.”
I cling to his strong thighs, loving the feel of his muscles straining beneath my hands. Deeper, he surges, and I fight for air.
“That’s it. Breathe through your nose. You can take more. I know you can.”
He's fucking my mouth roughly. He pulls out until only the head of his cock remains. I suck him deep, not wanting to let him go. Oh god, he thrusts back in, and he’s in my throat. Something is seriously wrong with me to love this so much.
I can’t take it anymore and slip my fingers inside my soaking wet pussy. The growl that comes out of him rumbles through him to his cock as he slams it back into me. His hands are no longer gentle as he holds me in place.
“I’m never letting you go. You’re every wet dream brought to life. Fuck .”
Deeper he goes and I can’t believe how deep he is. I swallow. Matteo swears as he fucks my throat in short rapid thrusts.
“Swallow again.” He orders me.
I do, and his body shakes as he comes. I feel it, but he’s so deep down my throat I taste nothing. Swiping my clit once, twice, I come with a small shudder.
“Fucking hell.” Is an exhalation of air. Slowly, so slowly, he pulls out. I suck the head of his cock and let him go with a loud pop.
Shaking his head, his hands cradle my head. “I’m so lucky to have you.”
I blink, and he’s lifting me up in his arms. Gently, he puts me on the bed. I’m shivering with anticipation as he takes the bottle of lube out of the bedside table and sets it on the bed. Except he’s not done. There is a small box in his hand.
I’m curious. He shows me the box. It says it’s a backdoor training kit. There are three different sizes of plugs in the shape of a cock with a ridged head like his.
I tap the largest one. Removing it from the box, he offers it to me. I take it into my mouth and suck. His smile is wicked as gold glitters down at me.
“Such a good girl you are.” He purrs. “On your knees.”
Rolling over, I offer him my ass. A large hand runs over one cheek. Shaping it once, twice, then he smacks it hard. The sting goes straight to my core. He presses a kiss to the heated flesh. His hand goes to my other cheek, and he gives it the same treatment.
Both hands are on me, pulling my cheeks apart. The hot air washes over me seconds before his tongue is there. Oh god, he’s never done this before.
Wet, hot, his tongue is teasing me. I can’t keep my head up and allow it to fall to the bed. I’m gasping for air—holy shit. It feels amazing. His velvet tongue is stiff, determined, and fucking me as thoroughly as his fingers.
I want to beg him to stop or give me more. Except words are too hard to form. My knees give out. Matteo never misses a beat, following me down to the bed, keeping me spread wide for his mouth. I can’t stop my body from pushing back to his tongue for more.
I’m fighting not to scream in outrage when his mouth is gone. A rough smack yanks air from my lungs. Once, twice, three, four—oh god.
Burying my face in the comforter. I’m wondering if I managed to come already when I feel it. Oh, the cool, soft jelly feeling of the small dildo pressing into my ass.
“Don’t tense up, baby. You’re doing so good.” He croons low in his chest.
I exhale slowly. Oh, ouch, it stings. I fight against the tension at the pain. I’m a good girl. I asked for this. I want this. Once I have this, I can have all of him in every inch of my body.
“And it’s in. Good girl.” A hand trails up my spine from my ass to my neck. His big hand closes around my neck and brings my head up. “Talk to me, baby.”
“It’s good. But I want your cock, not plastic.” I whimper.
“You’ll get it.” He promises. Gently, he rolls me onto my back. Then he comes down over me. I’m boneless and weak as his mouth covers my breast.
He suckles deep. “I can’t wait until our baby is at your breast.”
“You’ll share my breasts with him?”
A hand traces over my stomach. “It won’t be easy, but yes.”
“You’re such a good daddy.” I tease him. Oh, he bares his teeth and tugs on my nipple.
Sucking deep to soothe, I’m lost in what his mouth is doing to me. A hand comes up and is shaping and rolling my other breast. And all words disappear.
I love the way he loves my breast. Sucking deep, teasing with his teeth. In minutes, he’s pulling all the air from my lungs at what he’s doing to me. At times, it’s like he adores my breasts. His tongue gentle and mouth sweet. Only for me to wonder if he’s angry. Torturing me with his teeth—sucking until I wonder if he’ll take my skin off.
Two fingers find my weeping center and sweeps over my clitoris at the same time he sucks hard. I shatter into my climax, breaking apart into jagged little pieces.
I’m still shuddering when I feel his mouth at my swollen clit. No, it’s too much.
Matteo is hungry, his tongue everywhere, sweeping inside and owning me. His moans of pleasure vibrate up my spine and to where the plug is buried inside me.
Oh god, he’s tugging at the plug. I clench tight to keep it inside. Only for me to realize he’s not trying to take it out—he’s just trying to drive me out of my mind.
I can’t breathe. This man is trying to kill me. Between the plug he’s constantly moving inside me and his tongue—I can’t fucking breathe.
Finally, his mouth moves over my clit, and sucks at the same time he pushes the plug as deep as he can.
Hitting the waves with a bone-shattering crash, I fight to stay above the water. From far away, I feel him taking out the plug. Opening my eyes, I watch him coat his cock with the lube.
Gold runs over me. “I wish like fuck I could take a picture of you just like this. So beautiful, your body soft and glowing from your orgasm. But if anyone were to see you like this, I might have to rip their eyes from their sockets.”
The sweet words, followed by the too-soft promise of violence, sends a shiver through me. I don’t doubt him for a moment. I’m truly messed up for loving it.
He’s at my back. One hand pulling my cheeks apart. There is no tension in my entire body to fight the hot, silky length of steel entering me. Hot, so hot. I close my eyes in a bid to savor the moment.
“Eyes open and on me, baby. I need to see your eyes.” Matteo growls.
My eyes fly open to meet his. This beautiful man owns my body and soul—and I own him.
I watch as sweat forms along his brow. Slowly, he presses deeper, deeper. I gasp at the pain. Looking down, I’m shocked there are still several inches to go.
“You should see it. I’m so proud of you. You’re taking almost the whole thing. Such a good girl you are. That’s it.”
The glow from his praise hits me in the chest and spreads throughout my tingling body. He lowers his mouth to my breast, sucking at the swollen nipple. Oh god, I feel him press deeper. No, it hurts. Ouch.
His mouth is on mine as he begins moving, only fucking me with the inches he’s been able to get inside me. Oh, oh that feels good.
“See, you love my cock. Don’t you, baby?”
I nod. “It feels good. I can take more.”
He gives it to me, surging deeper.
“Yes, yes.” I send my hand into my pussy.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous in your greed for your orgasm.” He chuckles.
“More, I need more,” I beg him.
Oh god, he thrusts deep. My whole body screams at the feel of him buried inside me. His hand is around my throat as he kisses me until the world is spinning.
Slow, he begins moving in and then out. So slow. Only a few inches out before he surges back inside. Too slow. He’s moving too slowly.
Except I can’t say it. I can’t beg for more. His mouth is still on mine—his tongue fucking me the same way his cock is.
Tearing my mouth from his is agony. The air racing into my desperate lungs the only reason I dared.
With a growl, Matteo grips my hips. The leash he kept on his control is gone. He’s fucking me like a man possessed. Harder, faster, I plead, and he gives me it all.
There is no slow build to my orgasm. I’m reaching for it, it’s so far out of my reach I’m sobbing for it. Then I inhale, and it hits me with the force of a runaway freight train straight to my chest. The world goes black, and I tumble into the dark.
Only for a growl against my neck to pull me back seconds before he comes inside me. The boiling, wet heat sizzles up my spine, shooting sparks so brightly for a moment that it turns the world into the surface of the sun.
With Matteo buried inside me the way he knows I love and his arms holding me tightly, we drift. I’m not afraid of getting swept out into an endless ocean. His arms are my home wherever we drift.