Chapter Sixteen
When we reach my door, he doesn’t release me. I’m so agitated. The feel of those wide hands holding me against his muscular body, singes my flesh. I’m barely coherent at this point. All I know is that I need to feel this man buried deep inside me. I have no idea what’s happening between us, if this is nothing more than a one-night stand. Maybe we’re just finishing what was started in the limo a week and a half ago.
I don’t know.
And furthermore, I don’t care.
This is what he does to me.
I don’t think rationally when I’m anywhere near him. And when he touches me, I’m lost.
All the reasons this shouldn’t happen flee from my mind.
After I open the door, he strolls into my condo with me cradled in his arms. He moves stealthily through the front entryway, into the living room, to where the wide sweeping windows showcase the city below.
As soon as my bare feet hit the hardwood, his fingers pull at the ties of my suit until both the top and bottom fall to the floor and I’m standing naked in front of him. My natural impulse has always been to shield myself or quickly duck under the covers. Like any woman, I have flaws and body image issues. I like my breasts and the curve of my ass, especially now that I’ve gotten back into running. But my legs are short, not long and lean the way I wish. And my waist isn’t as whittled as it once was.
I resist the urge to hide. Instead, I draw in a deep breath to calm everything racing around inside me. I’m backlit by the lights blazing from downtown. Matteo’s eyes roam over every part of me just as they did out by the pool. The condo is plunged in darkness, but I’m able to see the appreciative glow in his eyes.
“You are stunning, bella. Completely stunning.”
Needing to make the first move, I walk toward him, unfastening each shirt button one at a time. Excitement I’ve never experienced before rises up within me. It’s crazy just how much I want this. How much I’m savoring the process of stripping Matteo bare.
Once I’ve removed the white shirt, I start on the trousers. I unbuckle his belt, pop the button, and slowly lower the zipper. The soft sound sends shivers racing down my spine. The gabardine loosens, settling around his narrow hips before I push it down his thighs.
Matteo steps out of the pants, left in an impressively tented pair of black boxer briefs. I skim my palm over his long, hot length. He’s more than a handful. My mouth waters because I desperately want to see all of him.
My fingers hook into the elastic band and push them down. His thick erection springs free. I shove the boxers down and wrap my hand around him, stroking his shaft from root to tip.
“Mmmm, that feels so good,” he murmurs.
Yes, it does.
Standing on my tiptoe, I brush my lips against his. He opens, and I slip my tongue inside his mouth. I may have been the one to start this, but he quickly takes control. In an instant, the kiss turns more demanding.
He’s the one in charge, and I love it.
“Do you want to be fucked?”
“Yes.” I breathe the word out on a lusty sigh.
“Hard? You want me to fuck you hard so that you can no longer think?”
“Yes,” I whimper at the stark image he paints, “that’s exactly what I want.”
“Good. Because I need to fuck you nice and hard until all you can think about is my cock pummeling your pussy.”
Wanting more contact, I try to kiss him again. He evades me and captures my hands, backing me up until I’m pinned against the window. I gasp at the feeling of the cool glass against my heated skin, and the erection pressing into my belly. I’m so drenched that wetness smudges my inner thighs.
I’m so ready for him.
I’ve never felt this kind of hunger before. I’m so close to splintering apart that one deep stroke will push me over the edge.
Matteo fists the base of his cock and brings the head to my opening. He caresses the tip against my aching pussy lips but doesn’t dip it inside me. He simply continues to stroke the hard length against my quivering flesh.
“So very wet. Your pussy is crying for me, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I groan. I feel flooded with wetness.
Taking his time, he continues rubbing his cock against me with measured strokes, giving me just enough to tease. When I can’t stand a moment more, he positions himself at my entrance. I want to impale myself on his thick shaft and be done with it already. I crave the satisfaction I’ll find once he’s buried in me. But he doesn’t slide in any further. My insides stretch to accommodate his girth, the muscles contracting, wrapping around him, trying to draw him deeper.
He groans.
Flexing his hips with tiny movements, he thrusts. With each quick piston-like action, I tighten my muscles around him until his jaw clenches. Until sweat breaks out across his dark brow. Until his entire body is whipcord tight. Just when I think he’ll bury his cock inside me and give us what we both want, he pulls out.
“What-”
I don’t get another word out before he twists me around so that my naked front is forced against the window overlooking the city. Turning my head, I lay my flushed cheek against the glass and close my eyes. The heat of his body disappears, and I shiver. I hear the ripping of a package, and then he’s back in place. His body completely covers mine from behind. Heat once again floods through me.
“Open your legs.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
My back arches as I widen my stance. He spreads my cheeks and thrusts inside me with one smooth movement, driving his thick cock all the way home.
A scream tears from my mouth at the fullness now seated deep inside me.
I can’t believe how perfect this man feels. He gives me a moment to adjust, to breathe, before flexing his hips. His pelvis grinds against my ass. He slips almost all the way out before quickly propelling back inside again. Each time he slides home, I moan in ecstasy.
My eyes open as he continues fucking me against the window. There’s something erotic about being sandwiched between cool glass and his warm body. My breasts are smashed against the pane, my nipples flattened. It feels exquisite. The animalistic way he continues pounding into my hot sheath sends me climbing until there’s nowhere left to go but down.
“Fuck, bella, fuck!”
Exactly.
The feel of him pummeling me is sheer poetry in motion.
Utter bliss.
It doesn’t take long for an orgasm to streak through me. Cries of pleasure fall from my lips. He grunts, quickly following me, muttering words in Italian that I don’t understand, but love hearing nevertheless.
Once I’ve been wrung completely dry, my entire body goes limp as a noodle. I’m exhausted. But completely sated.
What just took place between us feels addictive.
The sex I’ve had in the past has been nothing like this.
Matteo pulls out and gathers me in his arms before I sink to the floor. He carries me to my bedroom, heading straight to the bed I’d left almost two hours ago in search of relief.
Pulling back the covers, he gently sets me down before slipping in beside me.
A contented smile stretches across my lips. “You’re staying?” Surprise laces my weary voice. I figured he would gather up his strewn-about clothing and get the hell out of Dodge.
“For a little bit.” His mouth curves into a devilish grin. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
One thought floats through my head as I curl up next to him.
Thank God.