Page 104 of Bellini Born
I couldn’t look away as he continued to tongue fuck me, my body coiling tighter and tighter, the pressure mounting to the point where it was almost painful, being so close to release yet having it remain just out of reach.
A whimper fell from my lips when I caught sight of Matteo grinding his hips into the mattress. I wondered if he would come from nothing more than eating me out, like he had when I rode his face like a rodeo cowgirl.
The thought of him losing control was enough to tip me over the edge and send me soaring. Crying out, I bucked against him, frantically chasing every ounce of pleasure as my climax crashed over me with enough force to steal my breath away and have stars bursting before my eyes.
When the waves finally subsided, I melted into the mattress, my eyes sliding shut and a satisfied smile curving on my lips.
I felt—rather than saw—Matteo moving from between my thighs to settle by my side. Fingers gripped my chin, turning it to the side before he kissed me. His tongue, coated in my flavor, pushed inside my mouth, and I moaned.
One of my hands clutched him closer to me, while the other ventured south. But when I grazed the hard length tenting his joggers, Matteo pulled back, his panting breaths fanning my face with our foreheads resting together.
“No. This was all for you.”
Undeterred, I gave his dick a firm squeeze over the fabric, and he let out a lewd groan, thrusting into my hand like he simply couldn’t resist.
“Summer,” he growled in warning.
“Please,” I begged. “I want to make you feel good too.”
“Goddammit.” The curse was uttered low, under his breath. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
He reared back, a doubtful expression on his face.
“Not if I take you in my mouth,” I clarified my intentions.
A silent war played out behind his eyes, logic versus lust. I saw the moment lust won out, and his pupils blew even wider, obscuring the brown of his irises.
“If we do this, we do it my way.”
My head bobbed on an enthusiastic nod. “Uh-huh.”
Matteo crawled off the bed, which seemed like a direct contradiction to him agreeing to let me suck him off, but then he leaned over, looped his arms around my torso, and dragged me to the edge of the mattress so that my head hung off it.
In this position, his crotch was directly in my face, albeit upside down, and I couldn’t contain my grin. He could really drive down my throat like this, and I wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing to stop him—not like I wanted to.
Reaching beneath the waistband of his sweatpants, Matteo’s fist had just closed around his cock when the sound of tiny cries filtered through the baby monitor on the nightstand.
Just like that, the moment was over.
Quickly adjusting himself, Matteo bent down to give me an upside-down kiss, murmuring against my lips, “Might need to consider hiring a new nanny when we get home since the last one got a promotion.”
I shoved at his chest before pulling myself upright. “That won’t be necessary.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Not even if it means having someone around to keep the girls occupied while I fuck my wife into oblivion any time I so choose without disruption?”
Cue the swoon at hearing him call me his wife for the first time.
Focus, Summer. Now’s not the time to pull out your notebook and practice writing, Mrs. Matteo Bellini, like a preteen girl with a crush.
But damn did that sound good.
Shaking my head as if to clear it, I replied, “Those two little girls are it for us.” I alluded to his decision to have a vasectomy, eliminating the possibility of us adding to our family with more children of our own. “I refuse to pass them off to someone else to raise and miss out on watching them grow up.”
He stared at me for a full minute before a grin curved on his lips. “You’re perfect, you know that? They’re so lucky to have you.” Leaning in for another kiss, he added, “We all are.”
Serafina’s cries through the monitor reached a fever pitch. That girl wasnothappy.
