Page 123 of Matteo
“I have no intention of marrying Hannah. You know that,” I yelled.
“But she doesn’t know that, does she?” she spat back. “You never gave me the chance to tell her, and you sure as hell haven’t done it yourself. You had to go and take matters into your own hands,” she said. “And now that you’ve fucked it all up, I can’t tell her. She’d never forgive me. She’s wanted you since we were children. I can’t take that away from her.” Her last words choked on a sob.
I couldn’t stand to see her like this. I pulled her closer to me and she didn’t resist.
“Baby, we’ll figure this out. You know that you’re the only one for me. Hannah only wants the idea of us together, you know that. You’re the other half of my soul.” I placed my hand just below her collarbone. “This heart beats for me.”
I could feel it as if it were my own. We were meant for each other.
She shook her head, but I could feel her walls crumbling down. Her body became pliant in my arms and her expression softened.
“That’s right, baby,” I murmured. “I’ve got you. Now kiss me.”
Her lips took mine and a groan vibrated in my chest. It felt like getting a drop of water after weeks of roaming the scorching desert.
I released her hair and brought my hand to her ass, scooping her up. Her legs wrapped around my waist, kissing me hungrily, like I was the source of her oxygen.
She ground herself against me, the heat of her pussy calling to me.
“I missed you,” she moaned against my lips.
Three simple words yet they sent me into a spiral.She fucking missed me.
I took over the kiss and my tongue swept through her mouth, matching the rhythm of her thrusts as she made those breathy little noises.
Her fingernails ran against the skin at my nape and a shiver went down my spine. I moaned—long, satisfied, deep—and shuddered hard against her.
Carrying her as she clung to me, neither one of us willing to break the kiss, I walked us over to the window that overlooked the forest behind the planetarium and pressed against it, breathing her in.
She slid down my body, pulling her dress over her head and unclasping her bra, and I thought I’d explode at the sight of her tits.
“Your panties too,” I ordered, my voice hoarse. It was a miracle I could stand here and watch without touching.
She reached out, smoothing her trembling fingers down my thigh, running them down my chest and stomach. I wanted to tear off my clothes so I could feel her hands on my skin.
I didn’t.
My throbbing dick protested, but I simply interlocked her fingers with mine.
Until she whispered her next words. “Touch me.”
Her consent. It was always about ensuring I had her consent. Yes, I was determined to make her mine, but I wanted her body, heart, and soul willingly, and I would work as hard as I needed to for it.
“Please, Matteo. Just touch me.”
Fuck.
The flames inside me threatened to engulf us both, along with this planetarium. Maybe it’d take us to a remote place where only we existed.
With my free hand, I cupped her full breast. I pinched her nipple and a loud moan echoed against the glass walls surrounding us.
“That feel good, baby?”
She nodded, and I trailed my hand down her flat stomach until it came between her thighs. She parted them slightly and I dragged a finger over her hot entrance.
“Fuck, you’re drenched,” I rasped, pushing it inside her. Her lips found mine and she kissed me, moaning as the wet sounds of my finger thrusting in and out filled the space.
Ari’s body falling in rhythm with mine drove me fucking insane. Her body was pliant, caving into mine and begging for everything I needed and wanted.
