Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
MATTEO
D amn, she tasted sweet.
Sweeter than any untouched virgin had a right to. And the sound of her shocked cries of pleasure as the tip of my tongue flicked against her swollen clit only made the moment more satisfying.
Her legs started to shake over my shoulders with each lap, and her back arched. Her hands reached down and tangled in my hair, urging me on.
“ Matteo !”
Fuck, even the way she called my name sounded like a prayer of pure ecstasy.
Somehow, I’d known it would.
How could anyone believe the hot-blooded woman currently writhing beneath my touch was made for a life of incorruptible celibacy? It was beyond me.
The fire burning in her was unmistakable.
Uncontainable.
Passion flowed out of her like a river, and I greedily drank it in. But her unrestrained moans and shivers weren’t enough to satisfy my hunger. I wanted more.
Needed more.
Since the second Chastity had first pressed against me, my body had been humming with desire. Just the sight of her kneeling on my bed had been enough to make me go hard.
It had been a long time since just seeing a woman had affected me like that. These days, it took a hell of a lot more than a little skin and a come-hither stare to rile me up. Years of being able to purchase whatever pleasure I dreamed up had left me desensitized to anything less than the most hardcore action.
But clearly, that wasn’t the case when it came to Chastity.
Something deep within her golden eyes called to me. I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t resist the pull toward her.
More importantly, I didn’t want to.
All I wanted was to dive deeper.
Her innocence should have been a turn-off. A lover I had to teach was the kind of thing I didn’t have the time for.
My days and nights ran on a strict schedule. There was no time off when it came to the family business. Even when I was off the clock, I was still on. That meant sexual satisfaction had to fit into a narrow window of time. Just like everything else in my life, it needed to be hard, fast, and efficient.
Spending two whole weeks guiding a virgin through the basics of pleasure wasn’t really an option.
But apparently, neither was turning her away.
And now that the taste of her was thick on my tongue, there was no way in hell I was about to let her go even an hour sooner than I had to.
Chastity Costa was mine.
All mine .
A fact that became even more clear when her thighs began to tighten around my ears, her legs convulsing with pulses of ecstasy.
“M-Matteo,” she cried, her hands now pushing against my scalp instead of pulling me closer. “You need to stop.”
“Why?” I growled against her pussy.
“Because…because something is wrong.” She gasped for air, barely able to get the words out.
I tiled my head up just enough to meet her glazed stare. “Does it hurt?”
I was going at her pretty hard. Maybe my stubble was rubbing her raw.
“No.” She shook her head. “That’s the problem. It feels too good. I’m afraid I’m going to embarrass myself.”
That wasn’t going to happen. Nothing could ruin this perfect moment. Not when she was so close to?—
Wait.
Surely, she couldn’t be worried about that .
“Chastity, did you ever get all the way to an orgasm when you touched yourself?”
“I’m not sure,” she said, nervously biting into her lip. That was as good as a no. “Every time the sensation became too intense, I stopped, scared I’d lose control if I kept going.”
“You are going to lose control,” I told her. “But it’s okay because I’ve got you.”
“But—”
I stopped her before she could freak herself out by naming all her fears out loud. “Do you trust me?”
“Are you kidding me? Absolutely not.”
Smart girl. While I wasn’t as notorious as either of my brothers, I was still a D’Angelo after all.
“But do you want me?”
“Yes.”
“Then trust me on this,” I said, giving her a sly smile. “Because if there’s one thing I know, it’s how to make a woman see God.”
After a long moment, Chastity let out a long breath and reluctantly nodded. “Okay,” she said as her head fell back again.
It was all the consent I needed.
This time when I laved my tongue against her clit, it was with a renewed sense of purpose.
It was bad enough that someone as vibrantly alive as Chastity had been hidden away in churches and convents her whole life, but the fact that she’d been shamed into denying herself this simple pleasure was nothing short of a crime.
Instantly, her hands were back in my hair, half pulling me closer, half pushing me away as I led her deeper into these unfamiliar waters.
When her legs began to shake again, I slipped one hand down and teased the opening of her pussy with a single fingertip.
“Oh God, Matteo!” Her voice echoed off my bedroom walls.
So that was what she craved. She needed to feel something inside her.
I didn’t make her wait any longer for it. Pressing my index finger in a fraction of an inch more, I felt the warm walls of her body tighten around me.
Even though I didn’t think it was possible, my cock grew even harder. So hard it ached.
What would it feel like to sink inside her? To be completely surrounded by her heat?
Like heaven . It would have to be. I couldn’t imagine anything better.
But this moment was a close second.
This time, I didn’t slow down when I felt her body tense and shake. I didn’t let up as she cried my name louder and louder. And I sure as hell didn’t stop when called out to God.
Instead, I flicked my tongue faster, drove my finger in deeper, and crooked it slightly to hit that inner spot I knew would intensify everything .
And when her back arched and her whole body clenched, both inside and out, I kept going.
And going.
And going.
Until she finally crashed down on the mattress, utterly spent. Only then did I finally release my hold on her and rolled over onto my side.
Her eyes were closed and her breathing hard when I looked down at her perfect, trembling body.
Damn, she’s beautiful , I thought.
Not simply hot like most of the women I spent my time with. Not the kind of attractiveness that came with keeping up with the latest hair and makeup trends. Or from spending endless hours sculpting this year’s version of the ideal body at the gym.
Chastity’s beauty was different, I realized. Classic. Honest. Timeless.
Even though she was tiny, there was a softness to her body that might have been out of fashion at the moment but was impossible to resist. All I wanted was to slip myself right back inside her.
But that wasn’t the best idea.
Even in my lust-addled state, I could tell that one simple orgasm had shaken her to her core. Pushing her any further right now would only overwhelm her.
No, it would be better to wait, to give her some time to recover. To rest and come to terms with her new situation.
Besides, we had plenty of time.
Two whole weeks.
I’d never spent that much time alone with one woman. The most I’d ever managed was a few days before my interest started to wane.
But somehow, I didn’t fear that would happen with Chastity. There was too much to show her. So many pleasures to introduce her to. More than could be fit into fourteen days.
And now that she knew what her body was capable of, she’d relax and become more open to the erotic possibilities. I was certain of it.
But first, she needed to rest.
And come to think of it, so did I. Just for a couple of hours at least.
So, with aching balls, I pulled back the sheets and slipped us both underneath them. I didn’t even bother taking off my pants.
Somehow, I knew being naked next to Chastity was a temptation I wouldn’t be able to resist.
But, as I’d told her father earlier—I was a patient man.
A very patient man.