“Please.” The plea escapes my mouth before my brain can fully process it. Not that I’m sure what I actually asked for anyway.
For him to fuck me?
I definitely wasn’t planning on losing my virginity in a break room at my family’s bar. Then again, I never wanted to marry a guy I had no interest in because of stupid family traditions either, but I did it anyway.
Matteo’s mouth moves along my jaw and over to my ear, where he sucks on my earlobe. The pressure between my legs increases, thrumming like a live wire. How is it possible that it feels so different when he touches me than when I pleasure myself?
This is so much more powerful. Hotter. All-consuming.
“Please what?” His hot breath fans over the shell of my ear.
I shiver in response. “Do something.”
I’m not even sure what exactly I want him to do, but I know I don’t want him to stop whatever he’s doing anytime soon.
His chuckle is low and throaty, and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
He arches a brow. “Something?”
“Touch me. Just touch me, okay?” There’s a beat of silence between us as my desperation takes charge of my mouth. “Please?”
“If I was a better man, I wouldn’t even be here with you, but we both know I’m not. Plus, you asked so nicely.” And with that, he gives me what I want.
His lips are back on mine, his tongue in my mouth, and his fingers . . . those fingers are finally touching me. Starting at the top of my dress, they descend, stopping to squeeze one breast, then the other, before following his previous path down my body.
They finally get to the bottom of my dress and make their way underneath it, and I whimper. His knuckles brush along the inside of my thighs, and I rely on him to keep me upright. Holy crap, he hasn’t even touched my throbbing pussy yet, or anything remotely in the vicinity, and it’s already better than anything I’ve ever experienced.
Not that there was ever anything beyond a kiss, but that’s beside the point.
His fingertips reach the seam of my panties and trace it, and I’m practically panting. I’m almost glad he stopped kissing me, considering I need every single ounce of oxygen I can draw into my lungs.
As if he can read my mind, his mouth is back on mine, just as he pushes my underwear aside to plunge one long finger inside me. I gasp into his mouth, and he slowly pumps in and out of me. Once, twice, three times, before adding a second finger.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” He withdraws his fingers, spreading my arousal all along my folds and clit before he circles it.
My head falls back, and I groan in pure bliss because he knows exactly what he’s doing, and I’m here reaping the benefits of his skillset. Continuing his delicious assault, he switches between rubbing my clit and thrusting his fingers deep inside me to the point where I’m so worked up that I explode.
“Yes, come all over my fingers like a good girl.”
The orgasm is so strong that I sink my nails farther into his shoulders to keep upright. If it’s too much, he doesn’t say a thing.
It takes me a long time to come down from my high, and even longer to withdraw my claws from him.
“So beautiful.” He draws me against him, this time kissing me slowly, with a tenderness that tightens my chest. Like I’m precious.
Distracted by his erection pressing into my stomach, I move back enough to rub my hand over his pants. He’s hard and massive, like he’s ready to explode.
“Porca puttana. You’ll be the death of me.”
A huge grin spreads on my face at his cussing. “I take that as a compliment.”
I reach for his belt, but he stops me with a hand on mine.
“Not this time. We better get back to the party. People will notice we’re gone.”
I freeze, stunned he doesn’t want me to reciprocate. He doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy who cares what other people think of him. He has that fuck-off vibe all around him like an impenetrable shield.
Hmmm.