at first but her coming for me at the mere touch of my mouth proved how responsive she was. I would have so much fun working her body into what I wanted.
“I bet your pussy is soaked. Isn’t it, Mae? Can you feel your come dripping out of you? Your body is nice and ready for me. Isn’t it?” I breathed in her ear.
“Yes. Oh God, yes.”
A wicked grin spread on my face. Unclasping the cuff, I lowered her arms slowly, rubbing the tension out of her muscles. “Not yet, sweet girl.” I kissed her mouth.
“Matteo.” Her eyes hardened.
“It’s too soon.”
She opened her mouth to protest but I shut her up by deepening the kiss. She moaned, undulating under me.
Kissing her neck, I breathed in the scent of her arousal.
Mae shivered and glanced up at me. “When?”
Adjusting my pants, I rose to my feet. “Soon.” Because I didn’t know how long I could wait.
Mae
“How was your date?” Nika asked me over coffee the next morning.
“Wonderful.” My cheeks heated, remembering how our date had finished.
“What did you guys end up doing?”
“We went to the movies and then back to his place,” I told her between sips of my coffee. “He dropped me off around eleven last night. And you,” I pointed at her. “Weren’t home.”
She giggled and fluffed her hair. “Looks like we both had a good night. Are you seeing him again?”
“Yes. Sunday.” I put my mug in the sink when my phone chimed.
Matteo: Good morning, Marketa.
My heart gave a start. He had been the only one to call me by my full name in years.
Me: Good morning, Matteo.
Matteo: Sleep well, beautiful girl?
After the intense orgasm he had given me, I couldn’t help but sleep well.
Me: Yes. You?
Matteo: I was restless again last night. All I could think about was your beautiful tits in my mouth and you coming hard for me.
I choked.
“Is he sending you sexy texts?” Nika teased.
“More like honest texts,” I mumbled, a slight burn traveling up my neck.
“Be careful, Mae.” Nika kissed my head and left the kitchen.
Me: I’m surprised you were able to sleep then.
Matteo: I passed out to thoughts of you.
I didn’t know what to say. All I could picture was him in his bed, naked, with sheets wrapped around his hard body. If only I could join him.
Me: Plans for today?
Matteo: You changed the subject.
Me: I didn’t know what to say.
Matteo: That’s fine. You can tell me when I see you next.
Oh dear God.
Matteo: You working today?
Me: Yes. You?
Matteo: I am. Have a pleasant day, sweet girl.
Me: You too.
I loved the terms of endearments he had started using on me. And I loved our conversations. It gave me something to look forward to every day. Our date on Sunday couldn’t come fast enough.
Matteo: How was work?
Me: Long. Boring. But I love it.
And that was the truth. I would feel lost if I didn’t go into Cello’s every day.
Matteo: I’m looking forward to Sunday.
Me: So am I.
I was also looking forward to feeling his hands on me again. His mouth on mine. His fingers brushing through my hair.
Matteo: Dream of me, sweet girl.
And I did.
My phone rang, jarring me from the sweet dreams I was having about one dark sinfully delicious man.
“Hello?” My voice came out gravelly and I rolled over in bed.
“Good morning, sweet girl. Did I wake you?”
“Good morning, Matteo, and no, you didn’t wake me.” I stifled a yawn. I didn’t want him to think I spent all of my time in bed but coming in late the night before, after working a thirteen-hour shift, was exhausting. And that was when I realized I had fallen asleep in my uniform.
“Try again and don’t lie to me this time.”
My stomach flipped at the firm command. “I should be up anyways.” I glanced at the clock. “It’s already ten.” I put the phone on speaker and placed it on my dresser.
“Are you looking forward to tonight?”
“I am.” I stripped and started rooting through my drawers for something comfortable.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting changed.”
“Are you naked, Marketa?” he ground out.
I examined my reflection in the mirror. My pale bare form stared back at me. For the first time in years, I could feel the corners of my lips twitch into a small smile.
“Yes,” I responded nonchalantly. “I am.”
“Fuck me, Marketa,” he growled. “What are you doing to me?”
A sense of pride washed over me at the lack of control in his voice. He had teased me. Stealing kisses. Light touches. And knowing glances. I knew