Page 18 of Indulgence
At first, the idea of someone hearing us embarrassed me. But then the thought of someone out there getting turned on by listening to us having sex made me want to fling open the door and let them watch.
Matteo ground the heel of his palm against my clit and growled in my ear. “Do you like the idea of people hearing you, darling? Is that why your pussy is drenching? What dirty thoughts were crossing your mind, Natalie?”
“I was thinking about opening that door and just letting them watch.” I panted as Matteo vigorously rubbed the sweet spot on my front wall. “Wondering how hot it would be to see someone making themselves come while watching us.”
“Jesus,” he grumbled, grinding his very hard erection against my hip. “The things that run through your dirty mind are going to get you fucked so hard.”
My orgasm hit crescendo as Matteo spoke low in my ear about me getting off seeing a stranger come while watching him fuck me, and it crashed down on me as he told me to imagine the cries of another woman coming, wishing she were me, wishing that it was her Matteo was bringing to climax. My shoulders slumped as I struggled to drag oxygen into my lungs.
Matteo withdrew his fingers from my body and licked them, clearly enjoying the taste of me on his tongue.
His hard-on was evident in his shorts, and he made fast work up freeing it. “Turn around, love.”
When I braced my hands on the sink, he flipped my dress up over my ass, spread my ass cheeks, and plunged his cock into me.
“Oh god,” I moaned without any inhibitions. Matteo savagely howled. “Yes.”
It became apparent that neither of us cared about people hearing us in here. Matteo rutted into me, pumping and pumping. He wrapped my ponytail around his fist and pulled my head back.
“Eyes, love,” he gritted. “Watch us in the mirror. I want to see them when you come all over my cock.”
Our eyes met in the mirror, and my husband appeared beautifully untamed. His knuckles were white. His teeth were clenched. His biceps flexed. He was a skillful savage, making the most of every thrust.
I watched, transfixed as his body moved behind mine. He delivered each thrust with a precise intent—to make me scream.
“Let them hear you, love. Let them hear how hard I can make my wife come.”
Every muscle in my lower body tightened. My nipples rubbed on the cold marble of the sink. My breathing became rugged, and my voice turned hoarse. Matteo’s fingers gripped my waist, holding me to him as he circled his hips, grinding his dick inside me.
My eyes closed and I gave myself over, hungering for the bliss he was driving deeper inside me.
A sharp sting to my ass had them flying back open, finding a sight hot enough to have me flooding the bathroom floor. Matteo scowled, his eyes filled with a passion burning hotter than Hades and the underworld. “Look at me while I fuck you, Natalie.”
Good god! I stared at Matteo in the mirror and wondered where this inner beast of his had been hiding. His neck corded as he slammed into me so hard my hip bones smashed against the vanity.
“Give it to me, Nat.” He panted as he snaked a hand around and flicked my nub. Once, twice, and then I fell, over the cliff and down, down, down. Matteo ripped himself from my body and milked his dick to a finish, his hot cum spraying all over my ass. I was unable to tear my eyes from him as he watched each drop land, every one feeling like a brand on my skin. The fire burned hotter around Matteo’s pupils, as if the idea of marking me brought him to a whole other level.
Then the bathroom was quiet except for the sound of our heavy breathing. The air was thick with sweat and the smell of sex. Matteo began opening drawers until he found a towel.
He cleaned off the mess he made on my backside and smirked at me, his green eyes sparkling. “I figured it was better that way than you having to walk around with me dripping out of you at a party.”
I giggled—yes, like a schoolgirl who just did something naughty she knew she shouldn’t have done. “How considerate of you.”
He tossed me his signature grin and knelt. “I’m romantic like that.” He pulled the bottoms of my suit up, kissed the curve of my hip, and then tied it into place.
I spun, tossing my arms over his shoulders. “You’re something.” I smiled and pressed my lips to his. “We need to get back out to the party before Penelope or the kids come looking for us.”
Matteo adjusted himself inside his shorts while I fixed my top. When we arrived in the kitchen to grab the good wine I knew Norah kept above the refrigerator, Norah was leaning against the center island, waiting for us with a knowing look on her face.
I could already feel the heat creeping up my chest. “What’s the matter?”
“What’s the matter?” She mocked and quirked one of her perfectly arched blonde eyebrows. “You were worried about Penelope and the kids but forgot about the lady who lives here.” She snickered. “I want to be pissed that you just sexed up my bathroom, but at the same time, I can’t begrudge you because that shit was so hot.” Her eyes bounced between Matteo and me. “I didn’t think you had an ounce of filthy in you, Matteo. And you, girlfriend”—her eyes cut to me, and she pinned me with a sharp look—“have been holding out on me. We need to have a discussion. Soon.”
A deep chuckle emanated from Matteo. “On that note, I’m heading back out.”
Bastard.
He left me with a best friend who had a mountain of questions in her eyes. “One of you is disinfecting my bathroom, and since Matt just skipped out...I guess you’re it.” She told me as Matteo slid the glass door open. His laugh filled the room before he closed the door behind him.
