The friction of the fabric against my naked skin has me trembling, and I gasp when he scrapes along my throat and lets out a low groan. An inferno ignites inside my body at the noise, and I dig my fingers into his back. His skin is warm under my touch, his muscles flexed and hard. Powerful. Sexy.
From the way he looks at me to the way he actually seesmeand my needs.
Before him, I wasn’t sure I’d ever feel wanted or cherished. I’d hoped, but that hope had vanished the second my papà introduced me to Luigi, my then future husband, who dismissed me after a once-over, treating me just like any other possession.
“I need you inside me.” The words are out of my mouth before I can truly think about them, but there isn’t a trace of regret in my mind.
“Are you sure?” The question comes out as a half growl, as if he’s having trouble controlling himself.
“Yes.” If he’s not inside me soon, I might implode from this incessant need that’s been building under my skin ever since I first saw him.
Matteo slides off me, exposing my body to the cooler air. My nipples are hard and aching, especially as I remember how good his mouth felt on them earlier. No man had ever done that, and I didn’t know it could feel like this. I didn’t know any of this could.
Just another thing I had resigned myself to out of duty. Out of a promise to my mom to put family first. Taking this next step, letting Matteo take my virginity, will break more barriers than just one. It will ruin my worth to my father, and that knowledge feels oddly satisfying. Giving my body away is my personal act of defiance, one I will enjoy until I can’t stand anymore.
Matteo walks around the room, and a lamp on the other side of the bed flicks on, bathing a naked Matteo in soft light. He’s a true work of art with muscles lining his body from top to bottom, showcasing his strength in the most delicious way. The tattoos on his arms and upper body only emphasize his appeal. My gaze lands on his erection that’s proudly leaning against his stomach. I swallow at the size of it. How on earth is that supposed to fit?
Matteo walks to the bottom of the bed and touches my ankles, caressing his thumbs over my skin. “Open your legs, baby. Show me that pretty pussy of yours.”
Pushing away all my doubts, I close my eyes and let my legs fall open. My stomach flutters at being so exposed to him, but the low string of Italian curses that leave his lips settle them a little.
His fingers brush over my left foot before he takes it in his hand. Then his lips are on my ankle, slowly inching up my leg. By the time he reaches my knee, I’m squirming, unable to stay still any longer. When he gets to my inner thigh, I’m shaking.
The tingles and pleasure multiply the moment his tongue hits my core. I’m panting at the way he licks all the way up to my clit, my back arching off the bed while he eats me out like a starving man.
He thrusts a finger inside me, then another and sucks on my clit, and I grow feverish.
“Oh my God.”
Matteo goes back to licking, and I glance down at him. It’s incredibly intimate, and my stomach tightens nervously, because holy shit. The way he’s staring at me is so intense, the eye contact so deep and prolonged, I can’t look away, even if I wanted to. I’m utterly mesmerized. His fingers keep pumping in and out of me several more times before he rubs my clit in firm circles.
“I can’t wait to fuck this tight pussy. Be a good girl and come for me, passerotta. Now.”
The combination of his dirty words and skillful ministrations is too much, and I fly over the edge without a safety net to catch me. My whole body quivers, and I moan my way through an earth-shattering orgasm.
Matteo softens his touch but doesn’t stop until I’m done shaking. The grin he gives me is so full of satisfaction and hunger, I swallow loudly.
Even though I’m still high on my orgasm, I’m aware enough to feel the knot in my midsection over what comes next. “Mmm, so . . . are you sure you’re going to fit? I’ve never . . . uh . . . this is my first time, so I just want to make sure.”
The second the words are out of my mouth; I cover my face with my hands. Who says stuff like this? Especially while they’re naked in bed with the man who just gave them one of the best orgasms they’ve ever had?
Matteo chuckles against my skin while he kisses and licks his way up my stomach, stopping at my breasts to lavish them both with attention too.
He makes it up to my throat and face and nudges my hands away with his nose. Not that I put up any kind of fight.
“If you keep saying stuff like that, my ego might not fit in the room anymore.” The corners of his mouth lift, and he stares down at me. His pupils are dilated, and his hair is disheveled. It suits him. “But don’t worry, I’ll fit. And I promise I’ll take good care of you.”
His mouth descends on mine, and the first thing I taste is myself, which isn’t as strange as I expected it to be. My thoughts are fleeting with the way Matteo’s rubbing his thick cock along my pelvis.
He groans against my lips, and I open my legs wider in invitation. Despite my apprehension, I’m ready for him, more than ready. I want him to claim something that no one has claimed before and no one ever will again. It’s mine to give and his to take.
Telling him I’m a virgin wasn’t just for my sake but also because I wanted him to know he’ll be my first.
Going on his knees, he leans over to the nightstand, and I stop him with a hand on his arm.
“Are you clean?” My voice is strong, and I’m grateful for that.
Matteo’s surprise clearly shows on his face. “Yes. I’ve always worn condoms, and I just got tested when I got back to the city and haven’t been with anyone since.”