Page 101 of Ruined By Protection
I reach for my wallet, extracting a condom. Her eyes never leave me as I roll it on, her tongue darting out to wet her lips in anticipation.
I push into her with one powerful thrust, burying myself to the hilt. We both groan at the sensation—she's so tight, so wet, so perfect around me. I have to pause, gritting my teeth against the overwhelming pleasure threatening to end this too soon.
"Fuck," I mutter, bracing myself above her. "You feel incredible."
I begin to move, setting a rhythm that has her gasping with each thrust. One hand finds her breast, kneading the soft flesh, pinching her nipple between my fingers.
"Look at me," I command, wanting to witness every flicker of pleasure cross her face. "I want to watch you come apart for me again."
She obeys and bonds her eyes with mine as I increase my pace, driving into her harder, deeper. The headboard slams against the wall with the force of my thrusts but I couldn't care less who might hear us.
"Matteo," she moans, her nails digging into my back. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
I angle my pelvis, hitting that spot inside her that makes her cry out. Her inner walls begin to flutter around me, signaling that she's close.
"Come for me," I growl, feeling my own release building. "Come with me, bella."
Her body obeys, clenching around me like a vise as she shatters. The sight of her coming undone—eyes wide with pleasure, my name shouting from her lips—pushes me over the edge. I thrust deep one final time, groaning as my orgasm tears through me, our releases perfectly synchronized.
Hazel
Matteo collapses onto the bed, pulling me into his chest while my entire body hums with aftershocks. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer into the solid warmth of his body.
The intensity of my release still has me trembling. I'd forgotten that sensation—that overwhelming, earth-shattering feeling of completely losing control. The way my body just... let go.
"I forgot that could happen," I whisper against his skin.
Matteo's chest rumbles with a low chuckle. "What? The squirting?"
I bury my face against him, embarrassment mixing with the lingering pleasure. "Yes. That."
His hand strokes down my back, tracing my spine with gentle fingers. "It's fucking beautiful," he murmurs. "The way your body responds to me."
His arms tighten around me and I feel a kiss pressed to the top of my head. There's something possessive in the gesture that should frighten me but doesn't.
We lie there in comfortable silence, our breathing synchronized, his fingers drawing lazy patterns on my skin.
"What are you thinking about?" I ask, tilting my head to study his face.
Matteo's expression is uncharacteristically soft, almost vulnerable. He seems to consider my question carefully before answering.
"It's strange," he begins, his voice rough. "This feeling." His brow furrows as he searches for words. "Knowing that I’ve missed out on years of... of moments like this. With you."
I blink up at him, surprised by the raw honesty in his voice.
"Three years," he continues, "that I could have been making you feel this way. Making you... do that thing."
A laugh bubbles up from my chest before I can stop it. His attempt at romance is so endearingly awkward, so unlike his usual confident manner.
Matteo's eyes lift at my laughter, then narrow playfully. "You laughing at me, bella?"
"Maybe a little," I admit, still giggling.
Instead of being offended his expression softens further, a sort of wonder crossing his features. "Even that," he says, his voice softly husking. "Your laugh. I would beg to hear that before taking my last breath."
My laughter fades as I register the intensity in his eyes.
"I would trade my life just to hear you laugh like that," he continues, his thumb brushing across my cheek. "When you truly mean it. When it comes from deep inside you."
