outer legs until they hooked into her panties. He pulled them down slowly with a kiss for each new inch he revealed. Her breath caught in her chest when the panties finally slid down off of her bottom and his lips found the very top of her bare cleft. His tongue slipped out now, to taste the very edge of sex.
“More.” She made a demand now, not a request. “Taste me more, Matteo.”
She twisted her hips up into his face when the slick heat of his tongue came out to swipe at her clit more forcefully. Again, he flattened his tongue on her and licked her sensitive flesh, over and over.
Pleasure surged through her, around her, within her as Matteo worked to give her exactly what she asked for. His fingers came up to skim over her folds, to seek within, until he found the entrance he was looking for. She groaned with sheer bliss as she felt him slide two fingers inside of her, deep into her until he couldn’t go any further.
Sprawled there on the couch, free of all of her worries, Marie rocked her hips into him, into his mouth, into his fingers, taking the enjoyment he offered her freely. She didn’t realize she was moving, rocking closer to him and off the couch until her ass was free in the air. His free hand cupped her ass and drew her to him to steady her as she began to tremble beneath.
“Don’t stop, Matteo. Don’t stop,” she urged him on, desperate as she felt a flutter begin deep inside of her. Just a moment more, and she knew she’d be in heaven. “Don’t you dare stop.”
It came out as a powerful, guttural growl, something she didn’t recognize from herself, but it also pleased her. Her hips twisted and her spine turned until his face was pressed against her and her own face was pressed into a pillow. She didn’t care, didn’t mind if she couldn’t breathe, because the world became nothing but pure bliss as his fingers plunged into her at just the right angle.
“That’s it, Matteo. Fuck, that’s it!” she screamed the words out as her body took over and she lost all control.
It washed over her again as he continued to tongue her. Even after the waves stopped he carried on, until she couldn’t take anymore and came again.
She was wrung out, devoid of all thought when he finally pulled away and turned her over. His hands guided her head down, then pushed her dress up over her ass. With a hard tug of her hips, he plunged into her, ready to empty himself inside of the sweet little vixen that never left his thoughts.
“Mine” was the only word he uttered when he finally found his release within her and it made something go tight inside of her chest, something that spread out as a warm glow of happiness. She loved the way he claimed her, even if she shouldn’t.
She knew she was supposed to be a strong, independent woman, and she was in most aspects of her life. But when it came to Matteo, she was only his. That was all she ever wanted to be she realized as she slid down to the thick carpet and curled into him. Just his.
She wouldn’t say it, wouldn’t make a fool of herself, not if he didn’t want to be loved. Or to love her. She suspected he loved her though, but Matteo was the kind of man that wasn’t very expressive in many ways. He could be happy, smile, laugh, show anger, even adoration. Now that she’d met his aunt, she could see why he sometimes seemed so… cold.
She pulled him into her arms as he rolled into her. She reached for a remote on the end table and turned on the gas fire that hid behind a panel in the wall. The panel moved aside and the flames came to life as they curled around each other. Matteo reached up to the couch and pulled down a blanket and two pillows, one for each of them.
“We could just live here, in the living room, couldn’t we?” he asked as the flames lit the room with warmth. “Never go out into the world again. We could have groceries delivered, and anything else we need, and just live here for the rest of our lives.”
“We could.” She smiled and glanced up at him. “I’d have to go out every now and then, to see the doctor