“Eyes on me, passerotta.”
Tightening my grip on the paper, I lift my gaze and meet his dark one.
“You did a good job.”
I blink at his compliment. “Thank you.”
His eyes darken, and he takes a step closer, his intense gaze never leaving mine. “That was also.” Another step closer. “The hottest thing.” And another step. “I’ve ever.” Stop. “Seen.”
Then his hands are at my nape, and his mouth crashes on mine.
I’m not sure if it’s the adrenaline pumping through my veins from shooting, or something else, but the paper slips out of my fingers and lands on the floor. My hands find their way into his thick hair, and I grab it, unable to calm my frantic heartbeat while we desperately devour each other, unable to tell where one ends and the other begins.
It’s messy, it’s rough, and it’s the best kiss I’ve ever had.
This man just did something for me that no one else has ever done in my life. He thought about me, about what I wanted and what would benefit me. He might as well have doused me in pure endorphins for what that did to me. Best aphrodisiac ever.
His hands move around my hips, and he squeezes my ass in such a firm grip, I lift one leg at a time to twist around his waist. Doing that brings my core closer to his hard length, and my body rocks against him before I even make a conscious decision to do so. It’s like a certain part of my brain is still stuck on our mini make-out session at the gym earlier, ready to pick up right where we left off.
“Fuck, yes, baby. Don’t stop.” Matteo walks me backward, and I hit the cool wall of the container. He takes his hands away from my butt after another hearty squeeze and wanders around to my front.
His fingers immediately go for my breasts, massaging them until I’m writhing even more.
“Those tits are so fucking perfect. I need to feel them.” He takes hold of the top of my shirt with both hands and rips it clean completely down the middle.
What the ever-loving Hulk?
My sports bra becomes visible, and he groans in frustration. Yeah, we’re not just shredding that one. Together, we manage to get it off me, both of us groaning the moment he finally has access to my breasts. His mouth closes around one taut nipple, sucking and biting while his other hand grips my other breast, massaging it before tweaking the hard tip.
Unable to keep my eyes open, I close them and let my head fall back against the wall. This feeling, all of these sensations. It’s like someone poured gasoline all over my body and is setting me on fire. It’s too much. My heart beats thunderously, and I feel like I’m about to have a heart attack.
With one hand still kneading my breast, he presses harder against me so he can kiss me again. At this point, I almost feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience. It’s the most exquisite sensation I’ve ever felt.
Since I’m only wearing my yoga pants, and his dick is hard, he hits my clit every single time. It’s pure torture, and my entire body is buzzing, so much so I’m considering ripping my pants off so he can push right into me. I’m slightly delirious at the thought of him entering me, of us having sex.
“I need—”
Whatever other words wanted to leave my mouth die on my tongue because he reaches for my butt once more and increases the pressure of his movements against my core.
“Guardami, passerotta.” He says the words through clenched teeth like he’s trying to stay in control, but he’s extremely close to losing it.
The fact that he wants me to watch him shoots another round of pleasure straight to my core, especially when he says it in his commanding voice. It makes every single touch that much more intense.
“Oh my God.” Tingles spread from my clit, and my whole body tenses.
Matteo and I move almost in sync until I contract so hard, I think I can’t take it anymore. It’s at that moment that all the tension releases, pulsing through the nerves in my body, and I come with such a force, I can’t hold myself upright.
Matteo cradles me against him, his harsh breathing right next to my ear. “I got you.”
With my eyes closed, I lean on his shoulder, incapable of even lifting my head.
“Hang on, baby.” Matteo walks a few steps and perches my butt on something.
I open my eyes to watch him pull his white T-shirt off. After flipping it around, he puts it over my head and drags it down as far as he can, before he also drapes something soft over my back. A few seconds later, my eyes are closed once more, and we’re back on the move.
Cool air hits my neck and face, and I don’t need to look to know he’s carrying me back to the house, and I’m more than okay with that. As amazing as the orgasm was, I’m probably going to feel it in my back tomorrow. Definitely not the best place for intimate acrobatics.
The feeling in my hands and legs is slowly coming back, and I tighten my limbs around Matteo in hopes of making it a little easier for him to carry me. Thankfully, it isn’t far, and he walks up the front porch in no time.