Page 6 of Falling for the Enemy

My palms are sweaty. "Oh, really?"

Matteo sucks on the skin his teeth were just scraping against. In between little nibbles and kisses, I can feel my body heating beneath his touch. His hands roam across the tiny little slip I left the house in hours ago, exploring mountains and hills that no man has ever touched before. "If I'm making you hot now, imagine what I can do with a popsicle."

I stretch my body backward to lean into him. Matteo palms my breast and I can feel my pussy aching. His lips leave a dangerous mark on my neck, protesting loudly for all the world to hear that I am a marked woman. Tomorrow morning when we go see my parents, there will be no denying what we did here. I know that I should tell him to stop, but it feels so good. Who am I to contradict my husband when he seems to know what he's doing?

"Let me make you mine completely, Autumn," he whispers against my skin.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little afraid. As hot as he makes me, I still don't know what I'm doing or what to expect. But I whisper, "Okay."

Matteo leads me to the bed and grabs the hem of my slip. As he pulls it over my head, baring my body to the dimly lit room, I feel a cool breeze across my chest. My nipples pucker in response as I stand before my husband, showing him more than I've ever shown a man in my life. "What now?"

He leans down to kiss me before dropping to his knees. With tenderness, Matteo removes my panties and heels. "You let me do the rest, Autumn. You let me take care of you. From this day forward, I will always take care of you."

With a gentle push, I find myself sitting on the edge of the bed. Matteo spreads my legs and bares my center. I am suddenly glad for the dim room, afraid that he'll find me unattractive. But he takes one look at my core and kisses the apex of my thigh before smiling up at me. "You are everything I imagined," he says in a low growl, "a true ginger."

I am nearly embarrassed, but there's no time. He leans forward and presses his tongue against my slit and I start to see stars. I have to lean back onto my arms to hold myself up as he makes slow circles around my opening.

"Sweet like honey in springtime," he mumbles against me, the vibrations making me moan.

It feels like all the blood in my body rushes toward my pussy as he traces the wet outline of my lips. One hand replaces his mouth at my entrance and I can feel a tentative digit trying to slip inside. His tongue helps lubricate my opening further and when he plunges into my core, my arms almost buckle.

My whole body is trembling beneath his ministrations. His tongue rims my hooded clit, casually dancing around my aching little nub as another finger pops inside of me. I am prostrated on the bed, too weak to hold myself up under the way that he pleasures me. Every nerve ending in my body feels like it's on fire.

His fingers massage my insides the way they broke down the aches in my foot. I find myself panting and arching my back, desperate and wanting more before I even know what's happening. "Matteo," I moan, "that feels so good."

Like some kind of magical phrase, that's what it takes to get him to run his tongue along my long-suffering clit. He stokes my internal fire and the pleasure is almost painful. I buck my hips against his face and cry out with desire.

Matteo rolls his fingers along a patch of nerves deep inside of me that connect with my clit and I feel like he's about to drive me over the edge. My breath comes in short bursts as I try to regain control of my senses. But with no sanity left to grab onto, I entangle my fingers in Matteo's hair and rub my pussy against his face.

The orgasm comes on sharply and without warning. One minute I am whimpering loudly and finding the perfect position to ride Matteo's extremities, the next I am rocking my pelvis against his face as energy explodes out of every pore. It feels like every muscle below my waist contracts at once, even the ones Matteo is so intimately touching with his fingers. I've never been the kind of girl to touch myself because my parents always said that was wrong, but now I can see why Isabella encourages it. Orgasms are amazing.

"You're ready." Matteo kisses my thigh as he slowly disentangles himself from my body.

I feel like I'm in a fairytale. "Ready for what?"

He starts to take off his shirt and unzip his pants. As his cock springs to life, my eyes widen. "Ready for this."

Holy shit. What's the opposite of a micro penis? Because Matteo Vitale, my sexy husband, is packing eight inches of it.

MATTEO

She's a tight little dream. I might have acted shocked about the cameras her father has in her home, but I don't have to act when it comes to being with her. Every response I have to being with her sexually is genuine.

Autumn lies back on the pillows when I get undressed. Her eyes are stretched wide and she can't tear them away from my member. "It's all going to fit, baby. Don't you worry." But maybe that's what she's afraid of.

I've been with a few women before. Not the kind of numbers that make up a little black book, but enough to know my ass from my elbow. Most of them have looked at me with appreciative delight. Autumn's eyes look at me with a glaze of fear.

I slip onto the bed and she wraps her arms around my neck. Her body trembles beneath mine and Autumn takes a deep breath. She steadies herself, almost as if steeling herself for what comes next. I know she must be afraid. A girl's first time can be scary. "I love you, Autumn," I whisper as I look into her eyes. "And if at any time you want me to stop—"

She cuts me off with a kiss. "No," Autumn rushes the word out. "I want to do this with you, Matteo. I want to be with you."

My heart swells to hear her say that. All the years that I have watched her finally count for something. I tilt my pelvis to rub my cock against her thigh. "I promise you're going to feel good. If it hurts, it'll only be for a second and it'll only be this one time."

Autumn runs her hands down my back and stops at my ass, clutching it in her fingers. It makes me smile to feel her touching me. "My father is going to be so upset that I married you," she whispers with a giggle.

It's probably nerves, but I don't mind. "He'll be really upset when he finds out that we had sex then. That I came inside his precious cargo."

Her giggle becomes more prominent. "Can you imagine the scandal? A Gallagher having a Vitale baby."

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