Page 107 of Ache for You (Slow Burn 3)
One beat of my heart, then two, then I’m decided. Those test results couldn’t have come at a better time. “You betcha.”
Before my heart beats again, Matteo grabs my hand and pulls me away toward one of the curtained-off rooms.
THIRTY
The dressing room is barely big enough for one person to turn a full circle, never mind two horny people with a mind to get their freak on, but Matteo and I make the most of the small space by remaining standing.
He rips the curtain closed behind us, pushes me against the wall, and kisses me so hard I lose my breath. In a moment he pulls away, panting.
“Sorry.”
“For what?”
“I bit you.”
“I know. Do it again.”
He grins, looking like a pirate with a horde of fresh booty, then lowers his mouth to mine and very deliberately takes my lower lip between his teeth. He gives it a gentle bite, then licks it as I begin to melt.
“You like it when I bite your mouth,” he says, husky and victorious. “Let’s see where else you like it.”
He runs his hand over my ass, down the back of my thigh, then slides it up under my skirt. He removes my panties with some kind of ninja mind-trick move because one second they were in their proper place and the next they’re around my ankles.
He palms me right between the legs and squeezes the way I squeeze a cantaloupe to see if it’s ripe, then sinks to his knees in front of me and shoves my skirt up to my waist. Staring at my exposed flesh, he growls, “Fuck, I’ve wanted this.”
Can a person spontaneously combust? Is that a thing? If so, I’m about to.
Then his mouth is on the most intimate part of me. He makes a deep humming sound, like the yummy noise I make when I have a mouthful of ice cream. It reverberates all the way through my pelvis. I have to bite my tongue so I don’t shout.
His eyes drift closed. He grips my hips and feasts on me, sucking and licking, making a meal of it, swirling his magical tongue around the sensitive little bud at the top—then gently biting it.
Heat rockets through me like I’m channeling fire through my veins. I jerk and gasp, gripping his hair, my nipples tingling and my heart pounding like mad.
“You like that, too,” he says with a low chuckle.
“No more talking.” I rock my hips nearer to his mouth, desperate for it.
Matteo’s blue eyes grow dark. “Yes, ma’am,” he whispers, then slowly lowers his mouth to my sex, watching my face as he starts to suck again.
r /> Waves of heat roll over me, blistering hot. His tongue is soft and warm, wet and knowing, quickly finding the right rhythm that makes me weak. The pleasure is so intense I can hardly breathe. Seeing this powerful, gorgeous man on his knees in front of me is its own kind of pleasure, too, incredibly intoxicating. His teeth scrape my clit again and I shudder, my head falling against the wall.
Matteo takes my hands and presses them to my waist, so now I’m holding the fabric of my skirt, freeing his hands. In one swift move, he yanks down the neckline of my dress, scoops my breasts out of my bra, and pinches my hard nipples. Sparks erupt throughout my body. He strokes his thumbs back and forth over my nipples as he continues licking between my legs. I’m so turned on I moan, unable to stifle it.
He whispers roughly, “Fuck my mouth, bella. Come in my mouth.”
Okay, he’s allowed to talk a little.
I arch against his hands, my eyes sliding shut as I lose myself to pleasure. I’m starting to sweat, little beads of perspiration dampening my temples and neck, blood drumming under my skin. My body takes over, and I lose control of the motion of my hips. I begin to buck against Matteo’s mouth, grinding, swiveling, my breath coming in short hard bursts and my body trembling.
He grunts into me, soft sounds of satisfaction that drive me even higher.
I can tell he loves this. He loves seeing me come undone, loves giving this to me as much as I love receiving it. He’s the one on his knees, but I’m definitely not the one in control.
He uses one of his hands to pinch and stroke the flesh he isn’t licking. I think I might die. Then he slides a thick finger inside me and starts to slide it in and out as he suckles my clit. He releases my breast and grips my ass, hard, pulling me closer to his face, digging his fingers into my skin, his tongue working faster and faster as my heartbeat goes arrhythmic.
His mouth is so good, so demanding, pulling and stroking and twisting. Deep inside me a coil begins to tighten. White-hot heat builds at the base of my spine. My nipples are throbbing and my clit is pulsing and he’s sucking oh God he’s sucking it so hard—
He bites my clit and I come.
