gentle and pure. No toys. No domination. Just skin against skin. Body against body.
Matteo released my mouth, leaning his head into the crook of my neck. He linked our fingers, squeezing them as his hips sped up.
My thighs burned, my heels digging into his rear, pulling him against me as far as my body would allow. I wanted him inside me. Under my skin. Deep in my soul. I wanted him to take over my being, erasing all of my nightmares and replace them with him. Only him.
“Marketa,” he breathed against my neck. His hand squeezed mine, his big body shaking.
That familiar tingle, the one I had come to know, spread from my toes before exploding into mind-blowing bliss. I cried out, trembling beneath him, digging my fingers into his back. Not being allowed an orgasm the night before intensified this moment. I lifted my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, trying so hard to mold our bodies as once. Spots danced in my vision. As many times as he had given me the orgasms I so desired, this, this moment right here was perfect. My favorite. No pain. No whips. No leather. Just him and I, connecting as one.
His thrusts hardened, pushing into me, once, twice, three times before he pulsed inside of me.
I sighed, wrapping my arm around him and kissed his shoulder.
His hips stopped, but he didn’t release me.
We laid like that for a while. Him on top of me. His body connected with mine. My heart jumped, a lump forming in my throat. “Matteo?”
He lifted his head, looking down at me. His strong jaw clenched. He brushed my hair off of my forehead before cupping my cheek.
I didn’t like the look of vulnerability he was giving me. Eyes dark. Body rigid. The only thing that relaxed him was when I kissed him.
He sighed against my mouth, lifting me in his arms. Tugging my head back, he deepened the kiss.
I could feel him growing inside of me, hardening under my touch. My body squeezed him, gripping him like he was my lifeline. No longer was the vulnerable Matteo but the Dominant Sadist I had come to know. Taking me hard, he showed me for the next hour exactly how dominant he could be.
Waking up alone, I shivered at the loss of Matteo’s warm body beside me. My muscles ached, twitching with my movements as I rose from the bed. Something had shifted between us when he had made love to me. Whether it be our feelings for each other growing or the fact we didn’t use a condom, I wasn’t sure. We hadn’t used a condom before but this time, it was different. I didn’t know how. I couldn’t explain it but I knew what I felt for him was growing as each day past.
Rising from the bed, I pulled on Matteo’s white dress shirt and buttoned it up. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I headed out into the hall and made my way to the kitchen. The aroma of coffee wafted into my nostrils, making my mouth water.
I poured myself a much-needed cup of the wondrous caffeine and headed back into the living room. Bookshelves lined the one wall. Topics ranging from psychology to non-fiction. A running theme of fantasy and science fiction plus classics adorned the shelves. I was impressed. Matteo had every genre known to man, even some romance books.
“Good morning, beautiful girl.”
I jumped, the coffee sloshing over the side of the cup.
Matteo chuckled, cleaning up the mess on the floor.
I laughed and joined him on the couch. My heart felt light, whole, while we sat there in silence enjoying each other’s company.
“I’m sorry about last night,” he said softly a couple minutes later.
“Sorry for what?” I asked, placing my feet in his lap.
His hands cupped my feet, massaging gently. “Orgasm denial is not something I like doing.”
“Well…you made up for it this morning,” I said, trying to lighten the mood.
He shrugged, the muscle in his jaw ticking. “If it was anyone else, I wouldn’t care so much but you…” His gaze met mine. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Matteo, I want—”
“No,” he massaged the back of his neck. “I mean I don’t want to abuse you. Or I don’t want you to feel abused. Shit.” He buried his hands in his hair. “Please use your safeword if you need to. You always have control. I don’t want to scare you but I don’t like being lied to.”
“I know you would never