needed this moment, needed to seal their marriage in this way, and she’d agreed to it when she signed on the dotted line. What surprised her was how much she enjoyed his domination, how thrilled she was that he’d taken control. For once in her life, she didn’t have to make a choice, she didn’t have to make a decision. All she had to do was feel.
So she gave herself up to whatever it was he desired, whatever it was that this moment was, and let him have his way. She knew, deep down, that if she protested, he would let her up to go on her way, but she also knew that she didn’t want to be left alone. She wanted him to fuck her, more than anything.
Right after he made her come, that is.
His tongue moved through her slick folds, seeking until he found that spot that made her moan helplessly. She tried to look back, to see what he was doing, but she couldn’t. She moved her head on the table, but she couldn’t see anything there either and decided to put a mirror in here the first chance she got to buy one. Maybe several.
She wanted to see him on his knees as he serviced her, as he lost himself in her taste.
His fingers gripped her tighter as her hips twitched again in response to the way his tongue danced on her clit. She forgot to breathe as he paused to suck at the throbbing nub and thought she’d faint. His tongue flicked at her again, danced in that drumming beat that made her quiver, and her lungs came back to life. She sucked in air, moaned his name, and wished she could bury her fingers in his hair.
She was trapped there, though, his to control, his to dominate, as he unleashed his desire on her. At that moment, she didn’t care. The control he had over her actually made her body react more strongly. The sweet pain of his thumbs on her ass eased slightly as he moved one hand down while the other moved closer, to that place that no one else had ever touched. His thumb pressed into her there but didn’t penetrate, and somehow that made it even more pleasurable, to feel his thumb press at her ass like that.
His other hand moved down, stopped just above his chin, and she came apart as two of his long fingers slid into her. A loud moan of surprised pleasure escaped her throat as her body clenched in a sudden release, clenched around his fingers, to suck him deeper inside of her.
Matteo didn’t stop, he just kept right on going, as the waves ebbed, and then crashed over her all over again until she was little more than a pool of liquid that had no thought. Her brain turned off, became completely blank as the second wave rattled through her. She wasn’t aware of anything except pleasure until she felt the glide of his cock along her folds.
He wanted to fuck her now, he wanted to be inside of her. His fingers were still inside when he pressed into her, making the entry of his cock all the tighter until it almost hurt. That is until his thumb pressed against the bud of her ass all over again. Her walls clenched around him then, drug his fingers and his cock into her, sucked them in, until she heard him groan in absolute delight.
They didn’t speak to each other. There was nothing really to say, their bodies did all the speaking for them. Matteo drove into her hard and fast, his fingers still there, still inside of her, on her, directing her.
She came apart all over again as he gave one final groan, a shout of completion, and she felt his pulse deep inside of her. He emptied himself into her completely, his fingers on her hips now, to hold her still as he flooded her with his pleasure. She didn’t care, she was too amazed at the way her body tried to swallow him, at how good she felt, to care that his fingers were a little too rough, that his hips had slammed her into the edge of the table a little too hard. Those sensations only heightened the pleasure she felt as she surrendered to him completely.
They stayed there for a moment as their bodies came back down to earth. She expected him to say something, to say anything, but he didn’t.