Page 16 of Indulgence
His thumb circled my back entrance at the same time as he squeezed in a third finger. My body stiffened as if a whole other part of it was activated for feeling. My pussy burned, and I tingled under his thumb. I hissed, but it was a sound dripping with approval. “Yes.”
“You good?” he asked, curling his fingers inside me. My eyes rolled back as undiluted pleasure coursed through every single atom of my being at once as if someone just plugged me in.
“God, Matteo.” The “o” in that word may have been a bit over enunciated as I came. Hard. And wet. I heard the squelching and felt something sliding down the inside of my thighs. Matteo dropped to his knees and licked up my leg to my slit as if I were a line of salt for a tequila shot. My body still shook with pleasure as Matteo grumbled something into my core about ‘fucking beautiful.’ After shocks kept buzzing through me as Matteo freed himself from his pants. His cock slid in like he owned my pussy, which I had no objection to. He thrust a few times and then used the leverage of my tied hands to pull me back into him.
“That was incredible, love,” he murmured from behind me. “I didn’t know if I could make that happen. I should’ve known that you are perfect in every way. Next time, I want you to squirt on my face.”
If it meant coming that hard again, sign me the hell up.
“God damn.” His fingers dug into my waist as he tried to hold on. “You’re gripping me like a vise.”
I wasn’t actually doing anything but laying there and absorbing everything Matteo was giving me.
All those sensations melded into one another, coming together for one big performance. And it was going to bring down the house.
Car doors shut in the driveway.
“You have about three seconds to come before the kids come barreling in here,” he informed me as if I didn’t understand that. “I’m not stopping until you do. So, I suggest you act fast.”
I heard the kids thanking Scotty’s mom in the driveway.
Slap.
“Focus, love,” Matteo demanded.
The tip of his finger prodded my back hole. Matteo spit and as soon as it landed where his finger was, he used the added moisture to help him push inside.
It was too much but just enough.
The pillow and the sound the front door made as it slammed open muffled my scream. The kids’ racket of coming in and dropping their shit hid my orgasm from their ears. It was intense but quick.
The ringing in my ears ebbed as I heard the kids calling out for us.
“Mom,” Emma yelled.
“We’re home,” Jackson added.
Matteo smacked my butt and whispered, “Go clean up in the bathroom. I’ll stall ’em.” He made quick work of stuffing himself back into his pants.
I scurried across the room into the bathroom. I even giggled a bit. My bad day had practically been erased by a quickie with my husband.
On the other side of the door, I heard Matteo chatting with the kids. I used the bathroom and fixed my hair.
“Mom will be right out,” he said. “But clean up for dinner because it should be here soon.”
The kids were gone by the time I opened the door, quirking a questioning brow at their father. “Dinner will be here soon?”
He smiled and nodded. “Yep. I ordered pizza while you agued with whomever. I heard consignment and figured you were havingthetalk with an artist. That means lots of wine and an episode or two ofOzarktonight. Maybe a little more dick. No cooking for you. Unwind, love.” He dropped his voice, making it gravelly. “Tell Daddy . . . what happened?”
Saliva spit from my mouth as laughter burst out. “That’s so gross.” I practically gagged. “It’s so creepy. Thank god I already came. I think my vagina ran and hid from ‘Daddy’.”
“Don’t worry,” he continued with the same tone, “after some wine, she’ll be begging for Daddy.”
I shook my head just as the doorbell rang. “So wrong. So wrong.”
Chapter Nine
Natalie
