caught her attention with a finger on the inside of her left thigh. “Marie?”
Brown eyes met brown and she pulled her eyebrows down. Why did she have to agree to that? She opened her legs, a clear invitation to go further. She refused to say anything now, out of nothing more than stubbornness. His eyes narrowed on her, and he moved, knelt over her, and moved down. His lips purred softly against her folds, breathed hot air that made the slick skin burn with cold.
His hands moved to tease at her nipples, then down to tilt her up to meet his face. He didn’t do anything else, though, nothing more than breath against her as his lips touched her bare skin. She tried to press herself up into his mouth, but his hands went tight, his thumbs dug into her hips so she stopped.
Defiance burned from her gaze as she looked down at him, stared into eyes equally defiant. He grinned at her, an evil grin of conquest that nearly had her groaning before his tongue came out and… licked. Her nails dug into the leather of the divan and her knees fell to the side as he licked her again. Slowly, so maddeningly slow, but over and over, until her hips moved again, despite the slight pain of his thumbs against them, because of that slight pain.
When she was near to splitting apart, when she was gasping his name and begging him for more, he stopped. Again.
“Tell me, Marie.” He sat up, pulled her close to his hips, his rock-hard cock between them “Tell me you’ll do as I say.”
She knew he’d never hurt her, he’d never abuse her in any way, but he had ways to make her behave. She could get up, go finish herself off in the shower, but it wouldn’t compare to what she felt when he made her come, and he knew it.
There were plans she’d started to form, maybe not a plan to take over the family business completely, but certainly plans to take a place within that business. She wanted to be a part of every aspect of his life. She’d have to give to get, she thought, as she looked up at him.
“I will, Matteo. I’ll do whatever you want me to do. Just please, make me come.” She reached her hand out to him and smiled.
He moved her hand, guided it to that spot he knew so well, and left it there. He slid his cock along her folds with his now free hand and teased her further. He waited for so long she thought he’d lost his mind, but then, with a grin of satisfaction, he pulled her hips down so that he could fill her.
Marie clasped her legs around him and began to move. She didn’t care what he wanted, what his plans were, she needed to come. Her fingers circled her clit as he moved, pulled her up so that her breasts were right there in his face. His lips drew her right nipple into his mouth, tight, snug while his tongue danced over the tip and her world turned inside out. She was certain she’d die, that her heart couldn’t take this much pleasure, as waves crested over her, waves of unbelievable bliss.
It wasn’t slow and wondrous, it was sudden, overwhelming, and all-consuming. She thought she whimpered his name but wasn’t certain. She didn’t care, not when the only thing she could think was… nothing. Her mind was in a state of calm and ecstasy. He began to pulse inside of her, her name a moan of his voice against her ear as she leaned down into him with her body boneless and basked in a glow of pleasure.
He held her as they came back to reality, held her close to his slick body. They’d both started to sweat, and she smiled. It enhanced his scent, made his own pheromones stronger, made his cologne warmer, and she inhaled the combined smell that made Matteo so delicious to smell. She licked at his neck to gather that smell into a taste. She savored it as he pulled away and smiled down at her.
“Ready for a shower and some dinner?”
“I’m ready for… more.” Her eyes, once so sweet and innocent, were now full of dirty need and delicious desire.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?” he spoke softly again as if he didn’t really mean to say anything at all.