36. Matteo
36
Matteo
"Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get–only with what you are expecting to give–which is everything." – Katharine Hepburn
J oy and Jacob wanted to take Mellie for a sleepover, but I refused. There is no way I was spending a whole night without our little watermelon, especially while she’s wearing that shirt. So instead, Jacob offered to take over bartending and I took that offer faster than he could finish his sentence.
As much as I love my bar and love my job, tonight I wanted to be anywhere but there.
Zoe spent the walk home in silence, even when I asked if she was okay wearing those sexy-as-fuck heels, she simply nodded and kept walking, surrounded by the eerie silence of the night with only crushing waves from the ocean and the fall winds brushing against us.
Mel fell asleep on the way, so when we finally got home, I put her in her little cot in our room, kissing the top of her head and went in search of my fierce woman.
Zoe was sitting on the front porch, her feet free from those heels and tucked beneath her butt. I leaned against the pillar, watching her while a whole movie seemed to be playing out in her head.
“Talk to me or I’ll start cracking jokes,” I say, breaking the stifling silence.
“How about a joke then?”
“How did an Italian man die?”
“Um, how?”
“He pasta-way. Get it? Like pasta and way. Pastaway.”
Zoe looks at me like she is trying to decide if I am the dumb or dumber from that movie but then throws her head back, laughing. “God, Matteo, that was awful.”
“I know.” I twist my lips. “Now put me out of my misery. Or the next one is going to be about a fish.”
“I don’t know, a fish one doesn’t sound so bad.”
“Zoe!”
“I lost it, okay? I lost it tonight when I saw her touch you. I never knew I even had it in me! I saw you two together and the next thing I knew I was planning her funeral! I don’t do that, Matteo! I never have!” Zoe is whisper-yelling.
“So, what do you do ?”
“Nothing. I walk away.”
“But you didn’t today.”
“No. Because you made me lose it.”
“How?” I keep probing, keep digging into her half-truths.
“I don’t know how!” Zoe throws her hands up. “You are just…you.” She waves those hands at me as if that is supposed to explain it all. “You turned my world upside down. Made me fall in love with you. I couldn’t even spend a few hours away from you, for Pete’s sake. I’m that pathetic!”
I shut her up, grabbing her and hauling her into my arms. My eyes searching hers.
“When did you know?”
“What?”
“When did you know that you’re no longer falling, but fell all the way into the deep end? When did you know?” I ask, searching her eyes.
Zoe swallows hard, tears coating her eyes, “From day-fucking-one.” She hits my chest with her small fists. “I fell in love with my one-night stand like an idiot. Dumb fool. Who does that?”
“Jesus Christ, shut up, woman,” I interrupt her, my breathing rugged and cup her face in my palms and as she still throws her punches at me, I kiss her.
Not hard and rough like we always are. No, I kiss Zoe with every ounce of love I have for her. And those punches grow lighter and lighter until her hands fall limp over my chest, and she kisses me back.
I pull away from her slightly, whispering, “Me. I did that too. So, I guess we are two dumb peas-in-a-pod.”
“Matteo, it’s too soon! This whole time I was convincing myself that I was slowly falling for you, but there’s nothing slow about this train wreck! I need time, I need to make a plan, not go on killing sprees anytime someone looks at you!”
I grin mischievously. “I happen to love speed. And your blood thirst.”
“Stop that.” She smacks my chest again and I decide to lay it all for her right here and now.
“Why wait, Sunshine? Why waste time walking around each other, playing at these dating games when we both know where this will end?”
“And where will it end, Matteo?”
“With you being my wife and that little girl our first daughter because I need more. Because it will never be enough with you. Because I love you more than life itself.”
Zoe sucks in a sharp, shuddering breath. “This was not a part of my plan.”
I lean my forehead against hers.
“Plans fail, Zoe. But my love for you never will.” Zoe is searching my eyes for the truth, not knowing that I’d never lie to her. “Go ahead, ask me how I know for certain.”
“H-how do you know that for certain?”
“Because when I told you I was in love with you, I wasn’t joking. I wasn’t talking about a mere crush or infatuation. I wasn’t talking about the kind of love that loves with only eyes or words. No. Love like that never interested me. And the real deal? The one my parents shared? That one was out of the question because it had the ability to crush your soul completely. But when I saw you give birth to our daughter I realized there was nothing to crush because it already belonged to you.” I jab my finger into my chest. “I love you with every promise I make to you. I love you with every smile or tear. I live for you. And I will never tire of reminding you of that.”
“But you never wanted this.” The tears are rolling down her cheeks without holding back.
“No, I never wanted it with anyone else .” I wipe the tears with my thumbs. “But the second you walked into that bar; I knew you were not anyone else. You are one of a kind. My kind.”
“God, you say all the right things.”
I chuckle. “Nope, I say all the true things.”
I keep going up until my hand glides over her full tits that have been taunting me since she showed up to LPs. “How about another truth?”
I squeeze her breast through her shirt and bra and Zoe whimpers, biting her lower lip and whispering a breathy, “Mm-hmm.”
“I’m starving.” I grip her shirt and rip it off her tits in one rough shove until her gorgeous tits spill free, little drops of milk already seeping out of her razer-sharp nipples and my mouth waters.
Zoe yelps, her hands flying to the back of my neck where she laces her fingers through my hair, tugging on the loose bun as she thrusts her tits into my face.
I bring the pad of my thumb to her nipple, grazing it slowly, spreading her milk over it. “All that possessiveness of yours made me so fucking hungry. Will you feed me? Will you feed my mouth and my cock?”
“Y-yes,” she breathes out. “Yes, please. It’s yours. All yours.”
I push Zoe against the pillar and lower my mouth to her tits, sucking it one at a time and milking every drop from them. My cock grows impossibly harder with every drop I take.
She’s delicious. So fucking delicious, I can’t stop. Can’t make my mouth leave her nipples. Can’t get enough of her. All I can do is suck and nibble and draw my tongue over them, driving Zoe as delirious as I am.
“All mine,” I growl. “I love you Zoe.”
“Show me how much.” She pulls on my hair, setting it free from the tie.
I slide my arms under her thighs, lifting her from the ground and she wraps them around my waist right away while our lips fuse together. I can’t make it far. I need her too much, so I drop to the couch she has out here.
More . I need more. I always need more of her.
Her tits are out, and I make quick work of her jeans, along with her panties and then chuck mine away. “Look at you,” I groan. “Look at how fucking beautiful you are.” I wrap my hand around my leaking cock, giving it a few hard strokes.
Zoe’s eyes are transfixed on my motions, her mouth parted and eyes hooded.
Fuck…could she be any hotter?
Yeah, she could . With my seed spilled over that delicious body.
“Grab your tits for me, Beastie, and hold them nice and snug for me,” I instruct her.
“Why?”
“So I can fuck them and then paint them with my cum.”
Zoe swallows hard. “Matteo, we are outside.” She seems to only now grasp it.
“Yeah, so?”
“Someone can see us.”
“We have been over this before, Beastie.” I lick my lips in anticipation. “Let them. And there is no way I can make it inside right now. I need to fuck you so badly; I will die right here and now.”
Zoe bites her lip, contemplating something in her head for a fraction of a second before she does as I asked—like the good girl she is—and grabs her tits for me.
My head falls back at the sight, but only for a moment, before I’m crawling over her, my legs on either side of her body as I climb all the way to her face, gliding my cock over her lips.
“Stick your tongue out, Beastie, and get him nice and wet for your tits.” And without breaking eye contact she does just that. Her hot and soft tongue licking me up like her favorite lollipop and all too soon I must pull away before I come.
Zoe lets out a cute little protest, making me chuckle but in a breath I’m already sliding in between her mouthwatering tits.
“Fuuuuuck,” I groan. “Fuck, that feels so fucking good.” The feel of her soft flesh gliding against my hard cock feels like silk and pure ecstasy.
Zoe whimpers, her thighs clenching below, and I lean back, moving my free hand to her needy pussy.
“Jesus Christ, does getting your tits fucked make you so wet?” She’s soaked. More so than ever and shudders at my mere touch to her clit.
This woman is going to be the death of me. My heaven and hell wrapped in one.
Zoe squeezes her tits harder, making it even more pleasurable to me as I stroke her clit faster and faster until she’s all but shaking and panting underneath me.
“M-Matteo,” she rasps out.
“Yeah, baby, that’s right, fall apart around my fingers. Come!” And she does. She comes so beautifully, arching underneath me as I have her trapped between my legs and moaning shamelessly for all to hear.
Fuck. I’m done for it.
I pull out from between her and with just a few jerks, thick ropes of my cum decorate her tits, coating her perky nipples while her milk oozes out of them and my mouth waters.
Zoe watches me carefully and then bites her lip. “Well, now be a good boy and clean up your mess,” she tells me, stealing my nonexistent breath. And without a second thought, while my dick is still twitching with the remains of my climax, I slide down and wrap my mouth around that nipple. Tasting my cum mixed with her milk.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I need more…
“Matteo!” Zoe cries out as I suck and lick every drop of us and my spent cock hardens once again.
“You were made for me, Zoe Holsted.”
“I was. And you were made for me.”
“I was.”
And we spend the rest of the night showing how much we love each other with our mouths, but a few days from now? After that damned appointment?
I will fuck her so hard, so long, she will forget her name. And I will forget mine.