Page 17 of Indulgence
The view of the sunsetfrom Norah’s back deck was stunning. Lately, I’d found more and more about life beautiful. It was amazing what a bit of good dick could do for a woman. I’d heard about those couple’s sex challenges over the years. Claims that spending thirty straight days connecting with your partner through sex would strengthen your relationship.
Matteo and I made our own version of a deeper connection. We explored each other’s minds and bodies. Our bond was strong before, but I felt closer to Matt, lighter and freer, than I ever had before. It was as though we had the new thread between us that made all the other threads brighter and more vibrant—like the sunset before me.
“I’m going to run to the bathroom,” I told Penelope as she stood next me on the deck. “I’m going to grab another glass of wine. Do you want me to grab you one too?”
She glanced down at her watch. “Sure, why not? It’s only seven. I’ve got time before I need to drive.”
I smiled. “Coming right up.”
We were celebrating Norah’s birthday. About a month ago, Derek, Norah’s husband, approached us and asked what we thought about him throwing Norah a big surprise party. He wanted to do her birthday up big but wanted to surprise her. Considering Norah loved being the center of attention, a big ass surprise in her honor would make her year.
I admired his dedication to “big”. He was going all out. Their backyard had a great view of Lake Washington, and Derek hired people to put on a firework display for her. There had to be about fifty to sixty people milling around, completely unhindered by the unusually warm mid-May evening.
Glancing around the expansive yard, I spotted Matteo standing with Norah’s husband and a few men. I had no doubts that he would leave the party with a new client. He always seemed to find one at every large party we went to. A minute later, I found Emma in the pool, which was heated to a warm ninety degrees, playing volleyball with some of the other kids. They were going to be a bit chilly when they got out of that water.
My eyes roamed through bodies until I found Jackson sitting at the end of the pool, his feet hung over the side and a pretty girl sitting next him. Hmm . . . that was interesting.
Turning my head back toward Matteo’s direction, our eyes met and I pointedly glanced to where our son sat chatting with a girl. A proud-dad smile sprawled Matteo’s lips, and when he looked back at me, I raised an eyebrow. He would be sitting Jackson down soon to have the girls talk before our son got too much bad information from his friends.
My heart hammered just thinking about how soon we would need to have the sex talk with our kids, though I didn’t worry too much about Emma. She wasn’t going to let boys hinder her path to perfection.
Shaking that parental nightmare from my mind, I remembered my need for the bathroom and another glass of Pinot Noir.
The hustle of the party filtered out as I slid the patio doors closed behind me. I savored the moment of quiet. Derek and his family owned one of the prominent legal firms in Seattle. Every event or get together they had was always top-notch. Caterers, cleaning crews, a pool crew that made sure it was clean and had enough floats and tubes all flittered around working their butts off.
There were three different bathrooms on this floor, and I chose the one off the beaten path. I slipped down the hall toward the guest bathroom near the garage. I hated the awkward “just a minute” you called out whenever someone knocked on the door while you were in there.
I flicked on the light and was just about to close the door when a hand gripped it and pushed it back. A frightened squeal pushed past my lips a second before I saw it was Matteo who squeezed past the door and close it behind him.
“You scared the hell out of me. What are you doing?” I glared at him and tried to calm my breathing.
His eyes sparkled with mischief. “You, in a second.” He inched closer until I was backed up against the vanity. “I’ve been watching you flittering around the yard all afternoon in that cute little dress. Every now and again, I’ll catch little glimpses of your creamy ass cheeks poking out of your bathing suit underneath.” He caged me against the marble of the sink. “It’s been driving me mad all day.”
My core clenched at the thought of Matteo watching me all afternoon, at the thought of where all that watching had led his thoughts. “We’re at a party, Matt.” I tried—sort of—to push his hand away from my hip and the tie of my bathing suit. “I came in to grab wine and I have to bring one to Pen.”
“Fuck the wine, Natalie. Penelope can grab her own.” His voice was low and gritty. The same tone that he had learned would get him whatever he wanted from me. The same tone that made my nipples pucker like eager and needy beggars on the street corner looking for a dollar. His eyes dropped to them. “Seems like your body agrees.”
The top of my dress was halter style, giving him the easiest access on the planet to my nipples and he took full advantage of it. His nimble fingers slid the material of my dress and bathing suit top down with ease, and his tongue swirled the distended peaks.
My head lulled back, savoring the zings of sensations shooting to my clit. Matteo had become the master of playing my body. We’d tried so many things I didn’t even know I wanted to try. It didn’t matter what it was, Matteo made sure to make me sing.
He knew every button, no matter how small, and he knew exactly how to press it.
He knew whether to go hard, soft, or barely touch me.
He knew just the right amount of breath to breathe in my ear to make my knees buckle.
I had become the puppet, and he the puppeteer
He fingered the tie of my suit bottom at my hip, pulling the bow free, allowing the material to slide down my legs and pool around my feet.
His finger had precision accuracy as he strummed my clit in an upward motion, ripping a low moan from my throat.
“Matteo—” I said, aiming to be a voice of reason. “Someone could hear us.”
He pulled his mouth from my deliciously sore nipple and smirked as he plunged a finger into me. “Then I guess you better be quiet or embrace the fact that anyone who walks into the house in the next ten minutes is going to hear me fucking my wife over this sink until her pussy creams around my cock.”
“Shit.” I shivered, equal measures of thrill and trepidation filled me.
