down his pants to grasp at his naked flesh. His skin was soft and silky as she remembered, yet there was strength beneath that softness, the hardness that could be used to give so much pleasure to them both. Her body reacted to the things she did, which surprised her.
She knew the signs of his arousal could provoke a response in her own body but this was different. She was the one in control, she was the one that decided right now, and that was heady stuff. If she wanted to, she could stop and leave him with an unsatisfied ache, but that’s not what she wanted.
What she really wanted was to see him lose control, to let her have it for once, as she gave him some of what he gave her. She stroked him now, slow at first, as she watched his face in the darkness. His breathing didn’t change but his face did. His jaw opened slightly and his face became even more relaxed. When she began to stroke him faster, with a tighter grip, he rolled from his side to his back.
Surprised, she paused, waited for his breathing to even out, afraid he’d wake up and take over. She didn’t mind another round of sex, her body was hungry for it, but her mind needed this moment. Her mind wanted to know that she could be the one in control, even if it was only this once.
The sound of his breath changed, became gentle and relaxed again, so she moved her hand once more. Slow again, her fingers gripped gently at the base of his cock before she’d stroke up. She judged how fast she should go, how she should grip him, by the sounds he made, and when his hips began to move in time with her hand, she knew she’d found the right pace.
She wasn’t exactly sure he was asleep now, but she didn’t care. The way his hips danced in time with her hand was too fascinating, the way he moaned softly, over and over again, made her want to climb over him and slide down onto his hard cock, but she held herself back. She pushed his pants down so that she could move her hand more freely so that she could watch what happened when he pulsed out his pleasure.
He was hard, thick, and so ready. She looked at his cock in the soft moonlight and wanted to taste him, wanted to feel that skin against her lips, but held back. She was almost certain he was awake now, but it didn’t matter, she was still the one in control. His hands clenched in the sheets beneath him as a groan filled the air and his hips jutted up forcefully into her hand.
Her lips were painfully dry, and she licked them without a thought, too wrapped up in what she was doing to notice. Her nipples were hard, her clit throbbed, and her insides were on fire, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was watching Matteo as he came in her hand.
His cock went really hard and she held her breath in excitement. That’s when he pulsed again, only this time, he groaned her name as his cock came to life and spilled the seed he normally spilled inside of her. Over and over he said her name with so much need that she had to squeeze her thighs together to ease the ache there.
Matteo’s body relaxed as he finished, a soft sigh of happiness the only sign that he was content. She looked at his seed, all over her hand where she’d caught it. This was what made babies, this was a man’s essence. She let him go, rolled out of the bed, and went into the bathroom to wash her hands.
He must have been awake, he’d said her name, so he must have, and that made it even better, she decided as she dried her hands. It meant he’d let her have control, he’d let her take what she wanted. That was all she’d wanted.
10
Matteo drove out to the local boat launch and waited for another car to arrive. The sun had barely risen, the glow of sunrise gleamed only along the tips of the trees out in the spillway. It was cool, almost Christmas, and he had one more meeting to get through before they headed back up to New York to celebrate the holiday.
A black car pulled up, black paint gleaming with black-tinted windows rolled