met, but she’d have to grow a backbone too. It was something he didn’t want to contemplate. He wanted her to be his toy, but she’d have to interact with his family, with the business, and that meant she’d have to toughen up. He didn’t want to see it happen, but it was inevitable.
“Yes, a lesson, Marie. Kneel for me, please.” She hesitated, her eyes on his lips as if too fascinated to move. “Now, please.”
She bent down onto her knees and sat with her bottom along the length of her legs. “Alright?”
“Lean up, so that you can reach my belt.” His fingers came out again as she sat up, to run along her jaw, to tilt her face up to him. “Yes, like that.”
Her eyes blazed with fire now, orange mixed with the brown to give them a fiery look. The fire of curiosity, the fire of desire. Her desire for him. That only made him harder.
“Open my pants, Marie, take me out.” He breathed the words out, softly, so that anyone that might pass by the door wouldn’t hear. They weren’t alone in the house now.
Her hand came out, flattened over the thick ridge of his cock in his pants. The pressure of her fingers on his dick, those long, delicate fingers that had jerked him off so well only hours before, made a moan form in his throat. He swallowed it down audibly as his nostrils flared.
He felt his eyes narrow as she began to follow his instructions. He wanted to make sure all he saw was her, her reaction to him. He needed to know she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Women could fuck for money, they could fuck for security, but to fuck for the sake of desire, because she wanted to, now that was what got him off. He hadn’t known how much he enjoyed that aspect of sex, the woman’s response, until he’d got Marie off that first time.
She unzipped his pants after she pulled his belt free, and then, slowly, pulled down his zipper. His pants were weighted down with his phone and wallet so they slid down his legs instantly. He had on black boxers beneath and she slid those down his legs. He stepped out of all of it and unbuttoned his shirt while she slid her hands up his legs and along his flat abdomen, everywhere but the one place he wanted her to touch him.
He’d never been embarrassed about his genitals and didn’t feel any shame now as her eyes went wide before they narrowed once again. She was pleased, good.
He was about to fling the shirt away when she grasped at his testicles, gently, as if she knew they were delicate. He didn’t know what she knew about sex or a man’s body but assumed she was innocent of most things. He let her follow her own path for now, though this was meant to be a lesson. She hadn’t hurt him and wanted only to explore him at the moment. There was nothing wrong with that.
Her fingers followed along the edges of the powerful muscles of his thighs again, around the back to grasp at his rock-hard ass. He thrust his hips at her playfully, just enough to show her that his dick, that part of him that jutted out towards her so eagerly, was the part that really mattered. She ran a nail down the round curve of his ass and down the back of his thigh.
Something about it took his breath away. It wasn’t that she was taking control, it was that she was exploring, testing out how sensations made him relax. His pleasure mattered to her, and that was… hot.
“What do you want me to do, Matteo?” she asked as she put her hands back into her lap and looked up at him. Her lips were slightly parted, and he could see the edge of her tongue. That’s what he wanted, that slick, tiny tongue of hers sucking at his dick, licking him, but he wanted her to explore him at the same time.
“Whatever you want to do, for now, Marie.” He leaned back against the door, relaxed into it, as her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
She pulled her bottom lip in, bit down at it gently. It was something every woman did, but when she did it, it made his heart skip a beat with excitement.
He hissed in a breath of anticipation when she reached for him