Page 100 of Ruined By Protection
"I need you naked," I tell her, my voice dropping to a dangerous register. "Spread legs open on the bed."
She blinks, momentarily frozen by my directness.
"Now," I command, not breaking eye contact.
Her expression shifts—a flash of heat, of surrender—before she reaches her sweater. She pulls it over her head in one smooth motion, revealing inch by inch of perfect skin. She slides her pants and underwear down her thighs and steps daintily out of them, goddess-naked.
She's fucking perfect.
Hazel moves to the bed, graceful despite her nervousness. She lowers to sit on the edge, her eyes never leaving mine, holding them captive, then slowly reclines, her hair fanning out across the pillow. There's a moment of hesitation, an almost imperceptible part of her lips before she opens her legs for me.
I approach the bed, shrugging off my jacket and tossing it aside. "I've been thinking about this all day," I tell her, my eyes raking over her luscious flesh as I kneel at the foot of the bed. "About tasting you again."
Her breath hitches. "Matteo..."
"I want to enjoy my feast now," I say, settling between her thighs, "if you don't mind."
Her back arches at my words, a small, needy sound escaping her lips. The scent of her arousal intoxicates me, making my mouth water. I place my hands on her inner thighs, pushing them wider apart, exposing her completely to my gaze.
"Beautiful," I murmur, lowering my head.
At the first touch of my tongue to her center Hazel's entire body quakes. I take my time, exploring her with long, deliberate strokes, relearning what makes her gasp and what makes her moan. Her taste floods my senses—sweet and addictive—as I circle her most sensitive spot.
Her fingers find their way into my hair, gripping tightly as I increase the pressure. I glance up to find her watching me, her lips parted, eyes half-closed with pleasure.
I stroke my tongue firmly against her, finding the perfect rhythm that makes her thighs tremble. Her taste is provocatively sweet and uniquely hers. I grip her thighs harder, holding her in place as she writhes beneath my mouth.
"Matteo," she gasps, her voice breaking. "Oh God..."
I double down, focusing on that sensitive bundle of nerves while sliding two fingers inside her. The combination makes her back arch off the bed, a strangled cry escaping her lips. I curl my fingers, finding that spot that makes her?—
"Fuck!" she cries out, her entire body tensing.
And then it happens—her release crashes through her with such force that she floods my mouth, her essence coating my face as she squirts with the intensity of her orgasm. The taste of her arousal intensifies, making me groan into her delectable juice. I don't stop, drinking her in, savoring every drop as she pulses violently against my tongue.
Her thighs clamp my head as aftershocks ripple through her body. When I finally pull back, my face glistening with her release, I find her staring at me with wild, shocked eyes.
"Oh God..." she whispers, her chest heaving.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, unable to stop the satisfied smirk spreading across my face. "Delicious," I tell her, licking my lips deliberately. "I could feast on you all night."
Her cheeks flush deep, embarrassment and arousal battling in her expression. I crawl up her body, bracing myself above her, letting her see exactly what she does to me.
"Matteo," she whispers, reaching up to touch my face. "I need you."
I capture her wrist, bringing her fingers to my lips. "Tell me exactly what you need, bella," I demand softly. "I want to hear you say it."
"I need you inside me," she says, insistent and hungry. "I need to feel you... all of you."
My cock throbs painfully at her words, straining against my pants. But I need more.
"Be specific," I demand. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."
"I need you to fuck me, Matteo. Hard. I need to feel you so deep that I forget everything else."
Jesus Christ. My dick feels like it might explode right there. I've never wanted anyone the way I want her.
I tear at my shirt like a wild man, the buttons go skittering across the room. Her eyes glisten like crystal as she watches me strip, her gaze trailing down my chest and abs to where my erection strains at my pants. When I shed those too, her lips part on a soft inhale.
