Page 66 of His Tesoro

“You. Everything.” I was beyond complete sentences as I ran my hands down his chest. With every move I made, I was braced for rejection, for the moment my husband realized he didn’t want this, didn’t want me. But the fear and adrenaline from today’s life-and-death experience was shifting, transforming—urging me to go after what made me feel alive.

“You want me to touch you?” Matteo’s voice was low and gravelly.

Without second-guessing, I shifted so I was straddling him. I arched into him, and felt a jolt of pleasure as I ground my pussy against his hard-on, but the movement also caused an ache in my hips that told me my joints weren’t happy being spread around my broad husband.

“What is it?” Matteo asked, his brow furrowed.

“Nothing—”

“Don’t lie.” His stern tone made me grow wet, even as the pain in my hips increased.

“I maybe can’t sit this way,” I mumbled.

Matteo moved instantly, rearranging me on his lap so I was sitting sideways again. “You’re hurting.”

It wasn’t a question.

My cheeks burned. Why couldn’t my body just cooperate for once?

“I don’t want to stop,” I said, meeting my husband’s gaze head-on, challenging him to argue.

He ran his thumb across my lip. “You think I have much more self control than I do, tesoro, if you think I can stop now.”

A smile broke out across my face. I hadn’t ruined it with my dysfunctional body. He still wanted me.

He ran his hand up my leg, gently squeezing my thigh. “What else do I need to be careful of?”

My heart felt like it was going to burst at his care for me, and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning in for a kiss.

“I’m not sure,” I said, a little breathless. “Just don’t freak out if I dislocate something.”

He frowned. “You will not dislocate anything.”

“I’m not sure you can command that.” I traced my fingers along his jaw. “But I’ll try my best.”

He pressed his forehead to mine, and for a moment, we quietly breathed each other in.

“I’m taking you to bed. Our first time isn’t going to be on this fucking couch.”

He tightened his hold on me, slipping one arm behind my knees, and stood. Nervous butterflies fluttered in my stomach, but I wrapped my arms around his neck and took a deep breath. For the first time in my life, I felt desirable. I didn’t want to be a disappointment to my husband.

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MATTEO

My cock strained against my pants as I carried Sofiya to my bedroom. I loved the weight of her in my arms, loved the way she clutched my neck and pressed tentative kisses against my skin. Why had I resisted this? How had I ever thought I could go without my beautiful wife?

I pulled her into a kiss before lowering her to the bed. I crawled over her, being sure to keep my weight on my forearms so I didn’t put pressure on her joints. I wanted to make this good for her. I never wanted to hurt her. I’d thought my heart would stop when I saw her sprawled on the sidewalk, and I was fighting the need to coddle her with the desperate need to claim her.

“You want this?” I asked. It would kill me if she said no, but I would never force her.

“Yes,” she said, running her fingers down my jaw. Her touch was so gentle. I couldn’t remember being touched like that since my mamma died, and I felt that strange twinge in my chest I now realized was emotion.

I kissed her forehead as I ran my fingers through her golden hair. “You are so beautiful it fucking hurts.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close. Our lips crashed together—messy and wild and perfect. I groaned as my cock grew impossibly hard. This was already the hottest experience of my life and all we’d done was kiss.

I ran my hand down her body, savoring her curves, until I cupped her pussy. She was so fucking hot, even through her leggings.

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