Page 25 of His to Honor

As Matteo places his hand at the back of my head, I think he’s going to take control, but he doesn’t. He allows me to slide my mouth back and forth over his impressive manhood at my own pace until I establish a rhythm I’m comfortable with. I suck lightly. When that gets no response, I go harder. Matteo groans ecstatically. That’s more like it.

As I continue to pleasure him with my lips and tongue, I release my grip on the base of his cock and slide my hand down to cup his balls. The hair that covers them is coarse, the skin surprisingly soft beneath my touch. I squeeze just to see how Matteo reacts.

“Fuck, Giulia!” Matteo’s voice is hoarse. “Enough!”

Startled, I pull back and drop onto my heels. Did I do something wrong? Was that completely horrible? Matteo must see the devastation in my eyes, because he shakes his head.

“Fuck, no, sweetheart. You did nothing wrong. That was amazing, but I don’t want to come in your mouth. Not this time.”

Okay, he’s just being considerate. He grabs my hands and helps me to my feet as he rises from the bed. He strokes the side of my face and then kisses my lips with such tenderness I could cry.

“Lie on the bed,” Matteo whispers.

I do as he asks, positioning myself at the center of his enormous wood-framed bed. It’s a struggle not to cross my legs and cover my breasts with my arms. I know Matteo won’t allow me to hide any part of myself from him, and truthfully, I don’t want to. It’s just difficult to expose myself to a man, even him. Especially him.

To conquer my self-consciousness, I focus on Matteo. Every inch of him is magnificent, but it’s a particular tattoo I hone in on. When he’s got pants on, it’s hidden, but just beneath his right hipbone is an image that doesn’t fit with the rest of the mess-with-me-and-die tattoos he has inked on his body.

Matteo’s eyes follow my gaze to the bright red ladybug he got when he lost a bet with me five years ago. He should have known he couldn’t beat me in a game of pool. He’s a decent player, but I never miss a shot.

“I still can’t believe you went through with it.” I smile fondly as I remember how he grumbled about my choice of tattoo.

“Leo still gives me shit about it.”

“I can’t believe how vivid the color still is.” It looks as if the tattoo was done yesterday.

Matteo’s cheeks redden. Is he blushing? I’ve never seen him look shy before. “I got it touched up.”

“What? When?”

“A few months ago.” Climbing onto the bed, he parts my legs farther. He crawls between them and kneels. His expression is soft as he gazes down at me. “When you stopped speaking to me.”

My heart thumps. “Why?”

“I couldn’t imagine life without you. I had to believe we’d be friends again.”

He slides a hand up my inner thigh and strokes my intimate flesh. I’m already wet and so responsive to his touch. My hips lift off the bed.

“Are we friends?” I ask breathlessly.

Matteo slides two fingers inside me and curls them to caress a sensitive spot. I gasp as pressure builds at my core. Matteo pulls his hand away. Ignoring my protest, he moves forward until he’s lying on top of me, his weight supported on his elbows. He puts an arm under my shoulders and holds me close as he slides his cock into my body one inch at a time. It pinches a little, just like the first time, but I adjust quicker to the stretch.

“You’re my friend.” Matteo pulls back and then pushes into me once more. “My lover.” Another slow, careful thrust. “My soulmate.” He kisses my cheek, my forehead, my lips. “Mine.”

His declaration almost makes me come on the spot. It’s not the words as much as the emphatic way he utters them that ignites something inside me. He’s laying claim to me, not by force, but by appealing to my emotions. My heart swells. It’s almost too much to bear.

Releasing me from his tight embrace, Matteo props himself up on the palms of his hands and presses his hips against me. He lowers his head, and I eagerly part my lips for his kiss. His tongue sweeps in to dance with mine in a slow, seductive rhythm. By the time he pulls back, I’m breathless.

I reach up to grab his shoulders as he trails kisses down my neck. He wraps his lips around my nipple and sucks until I’m shaking with need.

“Matteo!” It’s a plea for more.

He tugs my nipple with his teeth. It hurts, but in the best possible way. Then he lets go. Staring down at me, he takes my pussy with firm, deliberate strokes. The intensity overwhelms me. I close my eyes.

“No, Giulia, look at me. I want to see you when you come apart.”

He comes back down onto his elbows, bringing our bodies closer once more. He strokes my hair, kisses my throat. His hand meanders down my side, making me giggle as he touches the ticklish spot at my waist. He grins, then slips his hand down to find my clit. With his finger, he circles the swollen bud, applying a gentle but insistent pressure that drives me to the brink. I whimper as my pussy clenches around his cock. My body shudders as pleasure sweeps over me. Tears fill my eyes as sensation swamps me.

“Giulia!”

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