Page 73 of Matteo

I’m on the verge of begging for more when his mouth finds my other breast. It isn’t the same as he did before—the pressure is stronger, verging on pain—both him suckling and his tongue. And it’s driving me out of my mind. My hands are in his hair to keep him there. I love it. God, I love it so much.

His mouth is back on my other breast that velvet tongue tracing every ridge and valley. I send my hands down his back, desperate for more—for all of him.

He grasps both hands in one of his own and lays them above my head. I try to leave them there but can’t, I need to touch him.

“Bad girl, your hands on me are going to have me coming before I’m inside you.” He growls seconds before a rough hand smacks my ass. The sound stuns me. It’s not just the sound, it’s how wet it makes me. Matteo shoots off the bed before I blink.

Anguish is all over his beautiful face. He’s so still I don’t even think he’s breathing. The words spill out of me. “I’m sorry. I’ll be a good girl. Your good girl.”

A shuddering breath escapes him. He shakes his head.

I’m off the bed in front of him. My hand is on his chest. “I’m not afraid of you. I’ve never been afraid of your strength. Those books I read. I liked when he spanked her, when his hand went around her throat to control her, even the times she was forced onto her knees to swallow his cock. They were fantasies I never thought I would let come true because I never believed I would be with someone I trust as much as I trust you. In the same way, I don’t want you to hold back in your strength—I don’t want you to hold back from all the ways you make love. I want all of you in every way.”

A hand goes into my hair to pull my face up to his. “I’ve never made love until you.”

This man. “I like that we’re each other’s first when it comes to this. But I’m also glad you’ve had much more experience.”

His lips graze mine. Gold meets mine and holds. The heat in them is burning me from the inside out. “I’m not trying to scare you, but I’m big. It’s going to take some work for me to be as deep inside you as we both want. Simply thinking of you makes me hard. Seeing you—I still don’t know how I didn’t come. If I’m going to last long enough to ensure you’re so limp and boneless that you won’t fight my cock, I need you to not touch me. Do you understand?”

I can’t speak. I can only nod.

He picks me up and puts me back on the bed. But surprises me when he leans down and grabs his tie off the floor.

“You can say no to anything at any time. We’ll also go by common safe words. Red means stop, and it all stops. Yellow means I can continue, but be prepared to stop if you need me to. Another thing, just because we do something once doesn’t mean we have to do it again. Everything I do to your body is for your pleasure alone. However, if you don’t love it, if it doesn’t feel good to you, or leaves you feeling uncomfortable afterward—then we won’t do it.” He’s firm.

I’m a little confused. “What do you mean, it’s for pleasure, but it doesn’t feel good after?”

“There are many things that might feel pleasurable at the time but afterward leaves you feeling bad about yourself. When you are high on what your lover is doing to you with an orgasm just out of reach, you will give away everything, not say your safe word, and plead for things you don’t want to get it. I’ve never had a woman regret what happened—I’m not into too many kinks beyond a few taps to add to pleasure in anal play, and I need to be in control. Since you have had so little experience, you might want to try it and even enjoy it, but it doesn’t mean you have to do it again.”

“But I want to make you happy.”

He shakes his head. “Baby, I’m never going to be happy or feel satisfied if I know you’re only doing something for me. You happy, makes me happy. If you only do something for my pleasure, I’ll spank you a lot harder than what I just did.”

“I love you, Matteo Castillo. And I need you too much not to touch you.” I offer him my hands for the tie.

One eyebrow goes up. “Good girl.” The words send a hot rush of wet heat to my core. “Lay back and put your hands above your head. One hand holding the other, not palm to palm.”

Without hesitation, I follow his instruction. He moves around the bed. His fingers, nimble yet gentle, secure my hands together at my wrists.

“If you want out, tell me. Be careful not to fight it too much because it will tighten, and silk is unforgiving.” When he’s done, he rounds the bed again to stare down at me.

He licks his lips, and I open my legs for his eyes. The pretty yellow panties are silk and clinging to me where I’m soaking wet for him. Two fingers on each hip slip beneath the waistband. Slowly, his hands roam over my ass, squeezing each cheek. My lungs shudder as I remember him saying he’s into anal. It appeals even as it scares me. Those large hands slide down my legs, caressing my thighs—trailing down so slowly he’s driving me out of my mind.

I forget it’s to take my panties off until he has them in one hand and tosses them over his shoulder.

“So damn sexy. I love your curls.” He murmurs low.

One thick finger slides over my lower lips. I want to be embarrassed by how wet I am, but the satisfaction as he coats his finger in it won’t let me. He brings his finger up to his mouth and sucks on it, his eyes close.

“Delicious.” Is a moan from his chest.

Pride fills me at the pleasure on his beautiful face.

Gold meets my eyes, and I melt at what I see there—feel as if he reached out and touched me. “If this is a dream, I pray I never wake up.”

“No dream,” I assure him.

With firm hands, he parts my legs and holds me open. He inhales deeply before hot air sweeps over me. His velvet tongue runs over the slit of me, up so slowly, before traveling down again. Once, twice, I’m desperate for more than simple tasting.

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