Page 10 of Indulgence
Then, just as an orgasm started to coil inside me, my mind shifted from the onslaught of pleasure to why he was worshiping me the way he was. Where was this change in him coming from? This change that I loved, that my body hungered for. Was it wrong for me to love this side of Matteo?
My mind had finally woken up and wouldn’t stop thinking.
But the way his fingers dug into my hips, holding me to his mouth as I thrashed demanded and battled for my attention.
His voice vibrated against my core. “Stop thinking. Just feel.”
The bite to his words had me obeying as if I had spent a lifetime being trained to react to it rather than just having heard it for the first time twelve hours ago. The knot at the base of my neck loosened first. My shoulders and back dropped back down to the mattress. The giant birds fluttering in my stomach calmed, and my legs release the hold on Matteo’s head.
“There you go,” Matteo cooed as he slid his fingers into me. “Turn it all off and let me make you feel good.”
I blocked it all out and concentrated on his fingers and his tongue. He pinched my clit between his teeth and traced circles around it with the tip of his tongue over and over as his fingers got rougher and rougher. My hips moved as if I could suck his fingers deeper into me if I only tried hard enough. With my mind solely focused on what Matteo made me feel, I wanted it all.
Matteo gave me everything I wanted without even knowing it.
It only took a few swirls of his tongue to have me crying out his name as I came.
“Matteo,” I chanted as he licked me through the last waves. Then he stood—a serious tent in his pants and sheen of moisture on his upper lip—and stared at me as if he were seeing me for the first time. It was disarming and erotic as hell.
He dropped his pants, and his erection bobbed with its freedom. It looked painfully hard as he climbed up the bed until we were face to face. His lips captured mine, and I opened. Our tongues explored every recess of the other’s mouth. I could taste myself on him and while it usually grossed me out, I couldn’t get enough of it.
Matteo poured his heart into that kiss while shoving his rock-hard erection against my pubic bone.
His hand snaked between us so he could gather the evidence of my orgasm, using it to coat himself. We watched together as he aligned his dick and pushed inside.
I gasped at the invasion. Matteo was of average size and a little on the thick side, but I swore it felt as though he shoved twelve inches deep inside me.
“Argh.” He groaned, throwing his head back so I could see the muscle strain in his neck. “So tight, Nat.”
My breath lodged in my throat as all the nerve endings in my lower body reignited.
He pulled back and rocked into me again. And again. Each thrust harder than the last. I couldn’t catch my breath around the kisses and onslaught of sensations raging through my vagina. I was suffocating in pleasure. My walls quivered, trying to grip Matteo’s length, but he kept pulling back out only to drive in again.
The bones of his hips slammed into the back of my thighs as the hairs from his legs tickled the delicate skin of mine in the most delicious way. He lifted himself up, his upper body looming over mine.
“Come on, Nat,” Matteo demanded as his eyes bore into mine. His arms strained on either side of my shoulders. “I can feel it coming. Don’t hold back. Let it all out.”
He was right, knew I was closer to coming than I did. It all barreled into me at once as the pure ecstasy pillaged through me like Vikings on a village raid.
Our eyes locked as I screamed his name. It’d felt like I’d rode the tallest roller coaster all the way to the top only to drop back down at one hundred miles an hour into a smooth release. My orgasm came from a place deep inside me and ravaged my body.
It took a moment for my breathing to return to normal, and as it did, I let loose a deep breath, feeling as if a lot was released during that moment. Almost as a catharsis. A tear slipped down my cheek.
“Holy shit,” I cursed as Matteo kissed my face, my neck, and my shoulder. Good lord, I came so hard Matteo’s orgasm didn’t even register with me. “That was intense.”
Matteo chuckled as he pulled his hips back, leaving my body. “I’m going to make us some coffee,” he said, wiping the wetness of my lone tear away. “I’ll give you a minute, and then we are going to talk about what just happened.” He gave me a pointed look as he stood from the bed, his erection still strong as he pulled his pants back on. “We’re going to talk about a lot, Natalie. No more secrets between us.”
He was out of the room before my brain caught up with his words.
There was only one secret that I was keeping from him, and there was no way he could’ve known about it. I hadn’t told a single soul.
As he made coffee in the kitchen, I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Eight fifteen. Jackson’s game was at eleven. I dragged my sex-tired body out of bed and hopped in the shower for a quick rinse while I tried to convince myself that Matteo wanted to discuss something else.
Maybe he was the one with a secret. Did he get a promotion at work? No, he wouldn’t have hidden that. We would celebrate that—unless it involved us moving or something.
Did an investment of ours go south? I didn’t handle our financial investments; that was Matteo’s department.
But none of that would equate to us having the sex that we had.
