Page 9 of Indulgence
She asked; I delivered. I thrust in the rest of my length, groaning at how tightly her body gripped me. Like a fist. A hot, wet fist.
The walls of her core quaked around the invasion as she gasped. “Christ.”
I pull back and shoved in again . . . and again. “God, love, you feel so good.”
Nat pushed her hips into me and bowed her back. Her head snapped back, and she let out a loud cry. “I’m going to come.”
And she did. She came so hard I was afraid my dick would snap with the force her body clamped on to mine. It had felt as if it had been forever since I felt her come like this.
“Yes,” I cooed. “Please, love. Come on my cock.”
I rode her hard as she climaxed. I gripped her hips tighter and rocked into her, waiting for her to finish. As soon as she did, I pulled out and flipped her onto her back. Hooking her legs over my forearms, I slid back in, missing her heat.
“I can’t—I can’t,” she protested, but I didn’t let up. Instead, I reached out and pinched one of her nipples between my fingers, twisting with a little more bite than I usually would.
“Yes, you can,” I coaxed. “I’m not stopping until you come again.”
I didn’t mention that I felt like I would explode any second. I would do whatever I needed to make sure she came again, even if it meant thinking about anything other than how good she felt or how gorgeous her full breasts looked jiggling up and down with each pump.
“Matt—” She didn’t get to finish crying out my name before her third orgasm of the night wrecked her body.
Her neck strained. Her fingernails clawed my arms. Her back arched off the bed, and her legs tightened around my hips.
I relished it all. Seeing Natalie go off like that was more than I needed to drive off the edge into the bliss of climax.
Chapter Five
Natalie
Alight touch skirted downmy arm, stirring me from sleep. Warmth surrounded me, pulling me to nestle into it. Wanting to claim just a few more moments of rest, I shifted my hips to try to get comfortable and a delicious ache emanated from my core. The naughtiness of the night before flashed in my mind like a smutty graphic novel.
The blindfold.
The authoritative commands.
The orgasms
Matteo’s arm wrapped around my waist as he lowered his mouth to my ear, and his breath whispered over my jaw to my neck as he spoke, “Good morning, beautiful.”
I shivered.
His arm tightened, pulling my body flush against his. His hand inched down to the apex of my thighs where my legs were still closed, curled up almost to my chest.
He tapped the side of my leg. “Open.” His voice was gruff, but it wasn’t still heavy with sleep like mine as if he had been awake for a while.
My legs begun unfurling on their own as if they took their orders directly from Matteo. A chill ghosted down my back as he shifted away from me. A moment later I was on my back and Matt was settled on top of me. His fingers played between my thighs, and his mouth lowered to my exposed nipple. He added pressure with his teeth and pulled the hard nub of flesh just the way he knew would make me moan.
“Matteo.” His name was like a sigh, a plea. I didn’t really know for what. More, perhaps. It felt as though it’d been a lifetime since our intimacy felt intimate, and I yearned for it. I craved this connection with him, even though I had no idea where and why it started. I was a junkie jonesing for her next fix.
His lips moved from my nipple down my belly to my core. “Natalie.” His breath fanned over the sensitive skin between my folds as he spread them apart. Looking down my body, I sucked in a quick breath at the sight of Matteo and his tousled hair, black-rimmed glasses instead of his usual contacts staring at the center of my body as though it were the fountain of youth.
Our eyes locked for a moment and then his tongue was on my clit. The pads of his fingers were soft on my swollen flesh as he held me open, devouring me. I tried to remember the last time he had taken his time playing with me. Foreplay had become a means to an end, a step to check off on the instruction manual of sex. There was always just enough to get some juices flowing, but there was never an indulgence of it.
That wasn’t the case last night nor at the moment. The juices were more like a broken faucet that wouldn’t turn off. Everything was on overload.
My body was on fire as zaps and jolts coursed through me like lightening during a summer storm.
Matteo’s goal seemed to be to elicit as much pleasure from my body with his fingers and mouth as he could. My back arched, my shoulder stiffening as he thrust his tongue into me. My hips ground on his mouth, relishing the feel of his assault as I trapped his head between my thighs.
