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My chest rose and fell rapidly as I panted. It was all I could do in response to the bomb about to blow and turn me to mush.
A familiar tingle and burn scorched through my limbs, and I cried out. My mind finally gave control over to my body. Matteo was quick to cover me with his mouth. He licked and sucked and savored that orgasm as my tied-in-half body convulsed under his attentions. It felt as though it lasted a full minute. I just kept coming, and Matteo knew how to extend it. I felt like a leaky faucet he was turning on and off.
He wiped his mouth with his hand as he pierced me with his glowing green stare. He looked savage, and his stare never left mine as he pulled out his dick. I tried to calm my body, but at that point, it was if my brain was floating beyond me. I got to feel and watch from above as Matteo extorted my body below.
The head of his dick felt enormous as he surged forward, slow and sure. Between the plug and the swelling from the last three orgasms, I couldn’t imagine how he was going to get in there. But he did—inch by delicious inch.
When he was fully seated, he leaned down, smashing his lips against mine. “God, I love you,” he murmured. “I need you so bad right now,” he confessed. “Can you take it? Can you give me more?”
Every ounce of everything was drained from my body, but I would give it my all. “I can try.”
A cocky smirk flashed across his pouty lips. “How about I do all the work? Trust me?”
Without a doubt. “Always.”
His tone flicked to serious as he began moving in shallow thrusts. “If it’s too much, just say stop.”
This exploration was just as much for Matteo as it was for me. He seemed to be coming into his own and looking at it as something more than just trying to spice things up for my benefit. He was fulfilling some of his own story ideas here. I loved that. I knew he wouldn’t take it too far. He knew what he wanted to accomplish and how to do it. I was just along for the ride. “I trust you.”
He dragged out of me and shoved back into me. He was gentle and powerful at the same time. Each jerk of his hips had a target deep inside me. His balls slapped the plug each time he sank deep, bringing my ass back to life. The pads of his fingers circled my overstimulated clit. It was too much yet not enough.
As if he had a gateway into my mind, Matteo bent and closed his mouth around my nipple. His teeth grazed up the sides of it, and a storm began simmering in my womb. The force growing in me picked up speed, and I clasped the bar as tight as I could. I felt like a tight rope pulled taut, and any moment, someone was going to step on me, and I’d snap.
That snap came a few beats later when Matteo slammed into me so hard he hit me so deep that it hurt in the most extraordinary way. His free hand crept down and pulled the plug. It stretched me back open, and I was done for.
My head lulled to the side, and my eyes focused on the man coming on the couch for a second. It was like the calm before the storm.
Then it happened.
I screamed.
I screamed so loud I didn’t recognize my voice. Matteo was kissing my face as tears ran down it. A blinding force tore me apart, atom from atom and then let me piece back together slowly.
Matteo whispered sweet words in my ear as I came down. “You are beautiful.” Kiss. “That was unbelievable.” Kiss. “I love you.”
He untied the bar first, letting my legs back down. He uncuffed my ankles, and my legs immediately curled up. My hands were freed next, and then Matt closed the room back off. He returned to the bed and gathered me into his arms, holding me like a precious treasure.
I didn’t have much energy, but I had one question I needed answered. “Where the hell did you learn to do all that?”
His chuckle was rich and smooth and the perfect balm to my sore body. “I can only do what you let me, love. That was all you, not me.”
I snorted. “I’ve had this body for thirty-five years and was never able to make it do that.”
He bit the bottom of my ear playfully. “I can’t wait to make it do that again.”
“Easy, tiger.” I stopped him with a limp hand on his chest. “I still can’t feel my legs, so let’s not get ready for more just yet.”
Chapter Sixteen
Matteo
The muscles in my bicepsburned as I pushed through the last rep. I heaved a harsh breath as the metal bar clinked into the metal hooks and I was able to drop my hold.
Adam cast me a side-glance as I sat up. “Back in college, I couldn’t blackmail, beg, or bribe you to hit the gym with me, but now you’re coming three times a week. What’s changed?”
He was absolutely correct. Back then, if he wasn’t in the dorms or at the house or in some co-ed’s bed, he was at the pool or the gym. He tried to get me on the workout kick, but it wasn’t really my thing. I’d always preferred going for a run over lifting weights at the gym.
Until recently.
